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March 15, 2013

10 Sucky Things About Being Pregnant

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10 Sucky Things About Being Pregnant

1.  Sneeze & Pee I can no longer sneeze without peeing myself a little. And lately that's all I do. My nose hates me, constantly itching with a nose bleed I had a week ago. 

2. Charlie Horse? The dead-of-night surprise of sudden foot & leg cramps so painful I shoot out of bed from a deep sleep, like a murder was breaking into the house, or the house was on fire. I then stand or bounce until it goes away.  Somehow Spencer sleeps right through this crap every time. Which just makes me want to smother him with a pillow and then say, “Man, that really hurt. Sorry I woke you.”

3. Morning sickness. Thankfully I was done with as soon as the 2nd Trimester came along. I couldn't really say that it was worse or better than what I had with Hayden. Just all I know it sucked. With Hayden he didn't like KFC chicken, & Oranges which on both I channeled the exorcist & sprayed it all over the bathroom door, completely no where near the toilet. Causing it to go up & over the door, also hitting the ceiling. All I could do is sit on the floor next to the toilet, trying not to spew again while poor Spencer had to ask for help from my parents to clean up the mess that ended up staining the paint on the wall/door.
As for this little guy, he didn't want me eating anything meat. I thought I was going to turn vegetarian during the pregnancy. Thankfully he changed his mind or got over it. During Hayden's birthday party we had Burgers & Hot Dogs. I ate chips & veggies with dip. While I looked at the juicy burger grilling thinking, "Oh , I should be fine." Then reaching for the closest carrot stick.

4. Stretchy pants & big shirts. I'm very picky on the clothes I wear. I'm not going to spend $50 on one T-shirt that I'm only going to wear for a few months & pass onto the next pregnant woman I know or put it into a box in the back of the closet & forget about it, just to remember about it 10 years later. Gotta have those pants & belly bands. When you have a baby pushing down on your bladder & pelvic bone 24/7, you need that extra lift.

5. Boobs. In my case I wasn't blessed with the triple increase of size that I would have to change my whole wardrobe. Just a small 36 to 38, with the constant leaking of breast milk. If I'm not wearing a bra I can feel it running down from my boob to my knee in seconds. 

6. Cravings Surprisingly I haven't had any weird cravings with this kiddo. Just constantly hungry, Spencer may have a different look on this topic. When I was pregnant with Hayden, I had a constant craving for Mexican food & Cheese. Now with this one, the closest I came to a craving, which I managed to curve a bit with Spencer's awesome Seafood cooking skills, is the Steam pot from Joe's Crab Shack. Which I think most of the cravings went to dear ol' hubby. He claims he doesn't have sympathy cravings, but when you want BBQ 6 out of 7 days of the week, it's kinda hard to argue away from it. (Your argument is invalid, LOL)

7. Blinded by the belly The inability to see anything under my belly, most notably, my bikini line. I grab the razor, shave blindly, and bravely hope for intact private parts. Also not to mention not being able to properly put on shoes. Which I'm thankful we are getting to warmer weather where I can slip on those wonderful Flats, & Flip Flops. Those boots were getting difficult to put on I almost had to get Spencer to put them on for me.

8. Sleep deprivation A recently acquired inability to sleep through the night, which I’m sure is an indication of the future sleeping disposition of the child I’m carrying. I toss and turn all night — no easy feat with a big belly and a giant body pillow. Plus having to push over the husband who has to sense of personal space at night & thinks it is cool to roll on top of the pregnant wife who is already getting to a point of not being able to breathe.
And then there’s the handy internal hormonal alarm clock which goes off every morning around 2-4am just to tell me that I need to empty my bladder. And if I'm lucky I'll be able to go back to sleep. Just what my family and friends need — a cranky, hormonal pregnant woman who is even crankier because she can’t freaking sleep.

9. Tears It could be over nothing. I could be something I've seen 100+ times & sonme stupid reason I start tearing up. And then of course there's the shows that automatically make me tear up without being pregnant, then BAM---> Pregnant=bawling like I found the worst news in my life.

10. Well-meaning strangers This usually hits in the check-out line at the grocery store or Target, who all ask the same questions. “When are you due?” Followed by, “Is it a boy or a girl?”It's like you want to wear a sign around your neck advertising just to keep them from asking, but also thinking if you do, would that open up more questions for them to ask.

March 7, 2013

3 Hour Glucose

9:39am- The drink is down. "Double" the sugar than I had for the 1 hour. The 1 hour cut off level is 130, and I was to be the lucky one who got to go to 133. There has to be a better cut off limit because this is ridiculous, but my Dr. wanted to make sure.
They really need to come up with a better way of testing for this test. It had to be a guy that came up with shoving a pure sugary drink down a "fasting", empty stomach, pregnant woman's throat. I really hope that I don't throw this Red Sugary drink up, because I prefer not to go through this crap again. I barely made it through the 1 hour without puking, but I can tell you one thing...I am sooo not cleaning up the mess if I do throw it up, and I'll make sure to cover everything & dye it red. This tile floor they have, will be red. If I'm going to puke, I'll make sure it's all for nothing. So every time some sees the Red stain, they think of ME! Lol
So now I sit here for an hour for my second needle poke. I'm lucky enough to get 4 blood draws.


10:31- 2nd Blood draw is complete. 2 more to go. Fighting nausea like crazy right now, & it's not helping when Gavin is moving around like crazy. Too much sugar at once. I don't think I have dizziness, but I also feel like I'm I'm about to fall asleep.
I'm so ready to open up the packets of Goldfish in my purse like a crazy hyper active kid at a birthday party after cake.

On another note, I am soo glad Hayden is a good wonderful child when I bring him to Dr offices. There are two kids that here that, if I was the parent, the child needs a swift pop to the butt.


11:07- Just had a powerful Braxton Hicks contraction. All this sugar is making him way to active & putting me into uncomfortable mode. Tightening of stomach & taking my breath away. Good thing I'm at the Dr.


11:32- 3rd Blood draw done. 1 more to go. Dizziness passed, & nausea is slowly going away. Gavin still isn't happy with me. He keeps trying to give me the hint,

"Hey Mom! You need to eat something. I'm hungry. Your not paying attention."

So glad this is almost done.


11:51- Told Spencer
"All I know these goldfish in my purse are gonna go through a massacre as soon as the last needle comes out of my arm."

He doesn't believe I will. But he isn't here to see what grief I'm going though. Hell if I could record myself destroying the goldfish in a cheesy, crunchy, crumbly massacre, I would. (Just for laughs) But I doubt the cheesy goodness will have a chance for me to even reach for the record button on iPhone. If it even makes out of the building alive will be a miracle.

Not to mention little man is starting to get demanding. Swift kick, punch, & ROLL! My stomach hasn't moved this much. I think the person sitting next to me noticed it & is starting to worry if he's about to jump out & start break dancing.

12:40 And finally I am DONE! So glad!

Later- on my way down the elevator I popped open my goldfish & finished it off before my mom picked me up. We quickly ran off to Chili's couldn't pass up an appetizer too.
Now I'm laying bed resting up. Debating on taking a nap or not.
I pray never to go through the 3 hour Bs ever again. And never wish this on anyone.

Babies"R"Us - Baby Registry

Babies"R"Us - Baby Registry

March 6, 2013

Backed Out

Well never mind. The house I spoke of is no longer going to happen. Owner decided to back out of her deal because we wouldn't stop having a family dinner long enough to go help her pick up a table from nearby & take it to the house we were trying to clean out. Sorry but no. I will straight up say that's the biggest bullshit ever.
Since the rest of the street is tired of her crap, we plan on joining them for their monthly meeting downtown. After putting all our hardwork into the house & have her pull this shit. I don't think so, not going to fly with me.

So since this house is apparently not going to happen. We are still staying with my parents. I'm not too happy not having a place of our own, considering Gavin will be here in less than 14 weeks. And we are not going to fork over pet fees & rent to apartments.

March 2, 2013

House Nightmare

Okie Dokie.

We are trying to buy another house. Yeah, I know. Since Baby #2 will be here in 3 months we need the space, and since my old bedroom at my parents house won't be big enough. We also aren't going to waste money on an apartment with pet fee etc.

So the house we are trying to get is my mother-in laws old rental house. The owner is recovering from cancer so her daughter is taking over for selling it. Since my mother in law moved out 5 years ago the daughter used it as a storage facility for her "crafts". Basically a bunch if crap, furniture, etc. The yard was not taken care of. We finally got the front yard looking good & presentable. The backyard on the other hand still has lots of work left. The grass in the back was/is up to the middle of my thigh to my knee. The wooden patio is going to be needing to be redone.
Now for the inside. The kitchen is more than likely needing to be gutted & redo e, which is apparently coming out of our pocket. We already have to buy new appliances because there is no fridge, the wall stove is broken/rusted, and I figured we might as well go ahead & get a new stove top. The flooring in the house was ripped out (which was fine before the crap in house was thrown in), the wood paneling on the walls in the living room was ripped off and replaced with stucco, but the wood trim left. The bathrooms are horrible. The water was apparently still running in the house which caused mold, water funk, the pipe in the master bath tub rotted away and has to be replaced. New tubs, toilets, sinks, & counters in the bathroom has to be replaced. She said she's going to replace it, but I don't see it happening.
Basically a big cluster fuck of renovations. Good thing I don't mind DIY, because most if this will be.

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