friday

It's Friday.  Aren't you glad?  I sure am.  I've been having hardcore nesting hormones kicking in this week and sitting at work was NOT helping.  I couldn't accomplish anything there.  Luckily I got to leave work early today and was able to be productive today.  What a relief.  

And because I know you're wondering, here's what Lady has been up to.

Dismay this morning when there was snow on the ground.  I loved it a little bit.  The sooner that winter comes, the sooner spring will be here, the sooner I get to snuggle the little baby.

It's important to relax in the afternoon sun.  And sometimes you have to take your collar off.  

Chewing your favorite bone in the sun is a good way to relax too.  

Happy Friday from Lady and me!

quick little ditty

So. I know you can't really do this, but I've decided to change how far along I am... According to the midwife, on Monday I was 25 weeks pregnant. I measured 25 weeks pregnant. It's in my chart as 25 weeks pregnant. I however, have been stubborn the whole time because I believe I ovulated [gross, I used that word in a blog post!!] a couple days later than the midwife believes. I've decided to accept her due date at March 3rd but not give up the March 8th one in my heart while planning on giving birth the last week of February. I know, my first time pregnancy unrealistic dream.... 

So without further ado:

25 weeks pregnant Megan. 

a little bit of saturday

It's been one of those long, productive Saturdays even though it hasn't felt productive. Getting the week's grocery shopping done before 10am is awesome. And it's safer since it seems the older [read: 80 year old] crowd flocks to the store around 10 and they drive through the parking lot like Mario Andretti. -generalization alert-

We met with a doula today and I think we figured out what we want in that department. Including: Mayan abdominal massage, birthing lessons, and placenta encapsulation. When did I become such a hippy? It's such an awesome option to have doulas in town. It makes me feel more comfortable about achieving a more natural birth. I'm also hoping she can help with some of the pain I've been having, which has been especially bad today since I overdid it yesterday, but more on that some other day.  I think it's high time for some crappy cell phone pictures. 

It was a lemon cream pie kind of day. I hate meringue or else it would have been one of those. Also note to self: buy cornstarch next time you plan on making this pie it's tricky if you run out....

Crappy picture, but the pie was delicioso. 

Then we settled down to play scrabble wherein I was beat. This rarely happens. But when you have no less than 5 vowels at all times and all of your consonants are worth one point, what can you do? Also, Ladybug was snoring in this picture. She had a rough day...

lady

Lady just belched. Did you want to know that? I didn't want to see it. Also she rolled on the dirty laundry. Rolling on stinky stuff is her gig. 

She's not allowed on the couches anymore. 

This is how Lady feels about not being on the couches. 

Here you see her pout. She's so sad. 

No one understands how hard it is to be a pitbull. A maybe pitbull mix. Maybe fullbred. We don't know. It's hard when no one even knows how old you are. AND YOU AREN'T EVEN ALLOWED ON THE COUCHES! 

Things are ok sometimes though. 

Especially when you're a pitbull or maybe only partially pitbull that gets to sleep like a human and use pillows. 

growing and growing and growing

Tonight when I went to take a shower, my fear from earlier in the day was confirmed. I am, in fact pregnanter than I was this morning. I first thought that I may have had a growth spurt when I saw my reflection in the window during warrior 2 pose at yoga. 

Who is that pregnant lady??

I thought to myself. Surely she couldn't be me. She had hips and a huge pregnant belly. 

Alas, she was me. The person that can barely zip her winter coat. Oh what am I to do? How did I not plan for a potential coat issue? 

I knew this was inevitable. My maternity pants are becoming too tight. Luckily it's just the work pants. They don't give like the jeans do. I had to order two new pairs in a size up this morning [free shipping, holla!] I'm kind of thinking it's not just my belly that's growing. My ass seems to be following suit. And my tatas have a mind of their own. I'm quickly outgrowing all the new, big bras I bought after I got pregnant. Woof. Who am I?

There's a woman at work that looks about 58 weeks pregnant [although she's only 39 weeks along] who doesn't have feet anymore. She has these indescribable flesh colored things peeking out from beneath her pants. There's snow on the ground but she can't fit into shoes. Will that be me in February? Oh my. 

I did finally see the little guy move yesterday. It was surreal to watch him as he punched and kicked me. It made me crack up and get dizzy at the same time. Further confirmation that there is a human growing in me. Goodness pregnancy is bizarre. 

In conclusion, I'll post my 23 weeks pregnant picture from yesterday. Only double it in your mind, because like I said, I'm pregnanter today. 

PS how handsome is he? And how does he find this comfortable?!

merp

Sleeping in past four in the morning has become a distant memory without the help of medication, which I'm trying to avoid. I'm not sure if the lack of sleep is due to hormones or Lady's snoring or the fact that all I can think about it cookies, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and thanksgiving dinner coming up in a couple of weeks. Praise be to God for banishing most of the nausea before thanksgiving. And I'll make a mental note never to be in my first trimester over thanksgiving. A holiday about food is my favorite kind people. 

We're leaving tonight to go watch Justin's cousin kick bum in the third round of the high school football playoffs. It's going to be cold, and windy, and super fun. -a brief interlude to share that Lady is running in her sleep- I might as well get up soon and get packed. Maybe eat two breakfasts? We'll see. 

In the sake of being all over the place, I'd also like to share that I'm trying to cut back on sugar in my life [again]. I have my glucose screening test coming up kind of soonish and I'm nervous if I have too much sugar in my system or something that I'll fail it and have to take the three hour test. I really don't want to take the three hour test. I hear everyone feels awful and some people up chuck before it's over and have to do it again. Hell no. To both the up chucking and to retaking the test. 

Can't I just refuse it? I don't have gestational diabetes. Ps WHY CANT THEY JUST DO A FASTING BLOOD GLUCOSE LEVEL LIKE THEY DO FOR ALL OTHER DIABETES DIAGNOSES?!?

That is all. 

Lady wearing a shirt. You're welcome. 

weekend

How is it that weekends go by so fast?  I swear yesterday was just Friday and now it's already Monday.  Damn.  We drove up to Alexandria for a wedding this weekend [7 hours from here].  Despite all the driving, and the soreness that I have today, it was nice to see my whole family.  The brothers brought their girls.  We ate a lot of junk.  And we all stayed in an awesomely huge townhouse at the hotel that could accomodate all of us and had a full kitchen.  Super convenient for those of us needing gluten free food, which happens to be three of us now since Erick's girlfriend Jess thinks she has celiac disease.  She'd get the test done, but the health center at her school doesn't do it and she hasn't had time to go to a regular doctor.  Side note, she's 99% sure she has celiac disease since her twin sister also has it.

I took zero pictures of us at the wedding, which makes me mad at myself!  It was lovely seeing my favorite youth pastor from when I was in junior high and high school along with other church friends.  We're both glad to be back home, and Lady is glad to be back from the vet where we boarded her.

We stayed at my parent's house on Friday night and I got to snuggle this guy.  He's the most handsome cat I've ever met. 

I loved the centerpieces at the wedding.

I'm now 22 weeks pregnant.  18 weeks left!  I'm pretty uncomfortable and I'm sure it'll only get worse.  I can't wait to meet this little guy, or big guy by the looks of my belly...

Ze bump.  

My attempt to camouflage the bump.  Success?  Maybe.

sleep schedule

The funny thing about pregnancy is it messes with your sleep schedule hardcore. Or at least mine. I'm a combination of yawning zombie and hyper insomniac at any point during the average day. This is what my day looks like:

4am [when J gets up] I've been awake for an hour tossing and turning and thinking about whatever food I dreamt about. Fluffernutter sandwiches anyone?  

5am still awake. Worrying about home intruders and leaky faucets. Every day. Also this is prime Pinterest browsing time. 

6am finally asleep. 

630am alarm goes off. Violently reset it until 730 when I get up. 

8am work

930am realize the level of my exhaustion until end of day. 

5:30pm make supper in a daze. 

8:30pm throw in the towel and announce I'm heading to bed. 

10pm lay awake pondering the meaning of life. Doing math in my head to pass the time. And of course, browsing Pinterest. Bonus points if I have a new book on my kindle. 

11:30pm finally fall asleep

Rinse. Repeat. 

It's 4:44am right now. Make a wish. Mine is that I could be asleep. But wait, was that an intruder I just heard??