thursday update

It's Thursday already! What a miracle. Except my pregnancy brain, aka "pregnesia" is killing me this week. I forgot to start supper in the crock pot so god knows what we'll be eating before our church class tonight. Whoops. 

And now for the updates:

Baby is kicking up a storm. Partying hard in there. This morning I tried to lay on my belly and the baby said "no way mom!" J still hasn't experienced a good wollop yet. The baby is most active at work and then late at night after he's asleep. Some day soon hopefully. 

The baby has decided that it loves broccoli. Raw broccoli. I brought a bucket of broccoli and carrots to lunch today. I hate raw broccoli and carrots for the record. 

I woke up craving pizza. At 4. But we can't rule out this sour kraut craving yet. That stuff is still rocking my world. 

My dear little brother predicted this babe will come a little early. I won't complain if it does. But that means I need to prepare. 

If I don't get more chocolate milk soon I'm going to become murderous. This is definitely Justin's baby. It's him to a T. Hyper. An early riser. A sucker for chocolate milk. The only thing I seem to have contributed genetically is a sweet tooth[pumpkin chocolate chip cookies?] and a love of sour kraut. 

Oh my gosh I can't wait to meet it!  Also doc says I should call it a he because "it" is so inhuman. He says in Arabic there is no it. There is only he or she. And when you don't know the sex of something it's automatically a he. So I may start calling it a "he" but don't take it to mean anything. We're going to wait until this sucker pops out to find out who it is. 

family pictures

These were taken a few weeks ago when we went to visit Justin's family for the weekend.  I think his mom is hellbent on documenting my pregnancy through photographs.  That's fine with me.  It's fun to have these pictures.

I was 17 weeks here and I feel like you can barely see a bump at all.

Whaddya wanna bet this baby is going to be blonde with squinty eyes?

the lie about pregnancy

I've mentioned it before.  I am absolutely sure that people are lying when they say they "loved being pregnant."  I've gagged.  I've moaned.  I've spent so many hours on the couch, it's a miracle there isn't an ever deepening imprint of my bum.  My face has erupted into volcanic acne.  My hormones have sent me on a whirlwind of emotions.  And finally the capstone to all of this so far you ask?  [Please note, it isn't labor because I haven't had the privilege of experiencing that yet.] Anyways, the capstone is ROUND LIGAMENT PAIN!

As I sat in the most treacherously stressful movie of my life, Gravity, with my husband and several kids from work [this was obviously unplanned, and sitting through a movie with a kid who suffers from tourette's across the aisle is distracting, but I digress] I began to notice towards the end of the feature presentation that I had some pain.  Great.  I was so tensed up that I gave myself contractions. I thought.  As we left the theater the pain got worse.  By the time we were home I announced I was going to bed.  An hour passed and I was writhing in pain, whimpering to my husband.  He is always calm in a situation and said "call the midwife."  So I texted his mom, the OB nurse, who said "It's probably round ligament pain, but call the midwife."

The midwife was utterly nonplussed by my plight.  "Take tylenol.  Take a bath.  Get some sleep.  Call me in the morning if it's worse."  The tylenol was a joke.  I wasn't going to risk a bath for fear of being stuck in the tub.  So I tried the sleeping part.  Holy horrible.  I finally fell asleep at about 4:30 and made it 2 hours.  Then I napped the rest of the day on and off.  My dear, cuddly pit bull knew just where to position herself to aid in my muscle discomfort.

I woke up this morning still in pain so I called the midwife again and they did a urine screen to rule out kidney stones or infection.  Thank goodness it's neither of those things.  They suggested a support girdle, and I shuddered.  Is not "girdle" the ugliest word??  It is.  I'm going to try an exercise ball and ask my yoga instructor for some moves to do at home tomorrow evening to try and start feeling better.

Is this what I get for marrying a giant?  I grow a huge baby that my petite frame can't handle?  Are some people just not cut out for having nice, easy pregnancies?  Or is there some chemical process that happens after labor that makes you forget how much pregnancy sucks and changes your words to Oh I loooved being pregnant. 

Lies.

I'm 19 weeks now.  Ultrasound is a week from today and I can't WAIT to see the little thing in there wiggling around.  We're almost halfway, and I'm counting on the impending holiday season to help speed things along.  I realized last week that I get to make an Easter basket for this baby and had to call my mom to gush about it.  She said "Yay!  You get to make it AND you get to eat all the candy!"  Hadn't even thought of that!  Leave it to my mom to brighten my day with the idea of candy in my future.

Here's the 19 week picture.  Ignore the fact that my shirt is see through.  Justin complained that you couldn't see my belly in last week's picture because of the sweater so I left the sweater off and froze for the 5 seconds it took me to take this.

Also.  Sorry I look like H.  But other than the toilet paper, notice how clean the bathroom is?  Nestinggggggg.

On messages from higher powers.

So last night I had a dream.  It was lovely.  I was in the mall and there was a doughnut kiosk.  So I went up and ordered myself two.  Delicious.  They were beautiful with chocolate glaze and sprinkles [my favorite].

This morning when I woke up I checked my instagram as usual and J's cousin posted a picture of two beautiful doughnuts with sprinkles.  Seriously?  I wanted one!

Later my best sisterfriend texted me that she just bought 3 doughnuts to kickstart her baby weight gaining.  WHAT?  What is this world coming to?

Clearly it meant something.  It meant God was speaking to me.  What was he saying you ask?  He was saying "doughnut, Megan.  You need one.  Or two.  Or several."

And so it came to pass.  On the 11th day of October in the 2013th year Anno Domini, Megan made herself 4 dozen mini doughnuts.  Excessive?  Yes.  Delicious?  You betcha.

Baby kicking my hand.  "Thanks for the doughnuts, Mom!"

Do me a favor and don't count how many are in this picture.  Because then you'll know how many I ate.  And I don't even know how many I ate.

this just in!

All evidence points to the prediction that once this babe is cooked, I'm going to be the size of Jupiter!  Good thing Jupiter is my favorite planet.  [Fun Fact: It is also the largest...]

ALSO!!  When I walked into my boss's office wearing this sweater he asked me if I was wearing a snuggie.  Um, no?  But I may never wear this sweater again.

And yes.  Cleaning my bathroom is on my to-do list, thank you.

Please tell the person who thought it was a good idea to put a ledge under my bathroom window that it wasn't.  It's just a wonderful place to stash random stuff for months.  Months upon months.

And now because I have nothing really real to say.  Here are some crappy iPhone updates.

We found a crib!  We want it in white.  After we decided this was the one, J had reservations that it might be too girly.  Too bad, dude.  I finally made up my mind about this crib business.  I'm not going to change it again.  After that decision we ate Chipotle.  And my life was made.  Amen.

Finally, my mom send me this picture of Simon sunbathing today.  I just think he's the cutest cat with the most amazing whiskers.  I love this little guy.  Sorry Lady, I'm a cat person...