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100.

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This is post number 100. It’s kind of crazy that many of you have read all 100 posts.

I feel kind of bad for you. I’m really not that interesting. 🙂

Just kidding. Thanks for reading!!

I haven’t posted in a while because I knew this was #100 and I felt like I needed something big to write about. So, after about 3 weeks of waiting for something exciting to happen- I gave up and I’m just going to write something pointless instead.

During our 100 posts we have:

argued about flip flops and here…

debated texting versus calling

moved to Nashville

had a baby

baked a lot

told a lot of anonymous people off 🙂

done a lot of cleaning and disposed of a lot of junk

picked multiple March Madness brackets

“renewed” my vows

given grammar lessons

survived cicadas

graduated college…finally

survived pregnancy

possibly the best of all, survived the pooptastrophe

Those are just some of my favorites. Thanks for reading (seriously). I love writing and it’s always nice to know someone is reading it. 🙂

Shots

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Today was Mason’s 2 month well baby check at the doctor’s. As most of you know, this includes shots. Three of them to be exact.

If you know me at all you know that I really struggle with needles. Pregnancy was tough for me with all the blood work and shots. I know a lot of people say that they don’t like needles, but I’m telling you- I’m a baby. Anytime I knew there were needles involved with a doctor’s appointment, I made Brent come. They used to hold me down when I was a kid.

So, luckily Brent was there at Mason’s doctor’s appointment. I wouldn’t have been able to handle it. I almost started crying. I mean- with all the modern technology and advances in medicine you’re telling me there is no way to get vaccines into your system without a needle. I figured there would be a laser gun they could just shoot you with by now.

Mason screamed his head off. duh. He didn’t even enjoy the cool circus band-aids they gave him. You don’t get those when you grow up, you know.  So, I took him to the mall and bought him a new shirt. It made him feel much better. Especially after I let his bottle leak all over the one he was wearing.

Mother of the year right here. 🙂

It’s the final countdown

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Mason is due in 6 days. Yes, 6. I’m aware that he may not actually be here by then, but everyone should REALLY be helping me out and praying that he will be.

I’ve had an easy pregnancy. I know I’m pretty lucky.

But these last couple weeks are torture.

I’m physically and emotionally exhausted.

Remember a couple of months ago when I said that I didn’t want people to help me just because I was pregnant?

I take it back.

PLEASE carry things for me and hold the door and help me get up. If you’re really nice, you can rub my feet.

And none of my clothes or shoes fit anymore. I refuse to go by bigger maternity clothes when he should be here so soon. I’ve pretty much taken to raiding Brent’s closet for big t-shirts and sweatpants. As far as shoes go, my toes are just going to have to be cold in my sandals.

So, needless to say, I’m pretty attractive right now. 🙂

It’s so crazy to have all this baby stuff sitting around the house, ready to go, and no baby to use it.

I think it’ll be crazier when I do have a baby to use it.

Brent and I are going to be parents. I have a feeling I’m going to have a lot to blog about. 🙂

Waiting…

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So- Mason’s due date is in 4 weeks. I know he could be here before that or even after that.

But, for now, we just have to wait…

It’s killing me.

The nursery is set up. It isn’t 100% done, but I don’t think Mason would notice that we didn’t hang the shelf on the wall yet or that I haven’t found curtains I like yet.

We have the car seat, the swing, the bottles, the diapers, the… everything a newborn could possibly need.

But it’s all just sitting in my house with no newborn. (And I think the puppies are seriously tired of me trying to push them in the stroller)

This has got to be the worst part.

Just waiting.

SOMEONE needs to be playing with all these toys.

I’m sure it will all be a blur once he finally arrives.

But-for now- I’m just waiting.

Patience is a virtue, but I don’t have it and I don’t want it.

I have to share this…

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Everything you read tells you that being pregnant often gives you weird dreams and I have to share a couple of the dreams that I’ve had this week. They are insane. I hope they are no indication of the kind of mother I’m going to be. 🙂

Also, my mom was in them. So, I can always blame my bad mothering on her.

The first one: My mom and I are spending the day in my house with Mason. It’s his first day home from the hospital and we are just enjoying having him around. Suddenly, at 2 in the afternoon (why do I have a specific time in my dream?) I realized we hadn’t fed Mason at all that day. So, I’m trying to make him a bottle and I keep messing up the measurements and all that fun stuff. FINALLY, I get the bottle made but I can’t get it into Mason’s mouth because he is one-dimensional. Yes, he looks like a washcloth.

What does that even mean? My child is a flat, white square.

It disturbs me.

Even more than forgetting to feed him for an entire day.

Explanations welcome.

My second dream: Mom and I are out to eat with Mason. After dinner we decide that we need to go to Publix and get some food for a party we are having. So, we put Mason in the car and then proceed to take a different car to the grocery. While we are at the grocery, I realize that we left Mason in the car. So, I grab the keys and run to the car, only to realize that he is in the other car and I don’t know how to get to the restaurant where we ate dinner. So, I’m just speeding around town aimlessly trying to find the restaurant, abandoning my mom at the grocery, and I don’t have my purse or phone with me.

I woke up before I found him, so I hope everything worked out ok.

Needless to say, after having these dreams back-to-back, it took me quite a while to fall back asleep.

Yes, I asked for this…

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I’ve debated for a while about whether to post this or not. I’m sure that I’m going to offend someone, but since when have I really been too worried about that. This is the truth, after all.

I hate being pregnant.

Don’t get me wrong- I’m more excited than you will ever know to have a baby, but this whole “pregnancy” thing- yea, it’s not really for me. Before I was pregnant, I actually said that I couldn’t wait to be pregnant. (Brent informed me of this several weeks ago. I have no recollection of it.) Now that I’ve been doing this for 7 months, it’s just no fun. Maybe if you could cram it down to just like 5 or 6 months of being pregnant. Nine months is just too much.

I don’t enjoy that none of my clothes fit. Especially now that it’s winter and I apparently live in Antarctica. Try not being able to button up your jacket when it’s 20° out.

I don’t enjoy having to pee every 20 minutes. I used to pee like 3 times a day (not that any of you want to know my bathroom habits). Now, I know where the bathroom is in pretty much every store in Nashville. Go ahead, ask me.

I don’t like that my fingernails grow so fast. I know that most women love this, but not me. I like my nails to be short and I like manicures. Especially since there is no point in a pedicure with the frigid temperatures right now. So, I get a manicure and a week later, my nails need cut again. It’s a viscious cycle.

I don’t like having to literally roll out of bed. Or off the couch. Or ask Brent to help me up all the time. This probably is even worse since there are two puppies in my house that enjoy laying of top of me. It’s quite a process every time I want to get up.

I don’t really enjoy the special treatment or people telling me not to do things and trying to help. I promise I can carry the laundry basket from the bedroom to the laundry room. I’m perfectly capable of walking up and down stairs (although I have tripped twice in the last week 🙂 ). And I can put my groceries into the backseat of my car just fine on my own. Pregnant ≠ handicapped. At least not in my case.

Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not complaining that I am pregnant. It does sound like that, though. I’m just saying that by the time I’m ready to have my next kid, I’m hoping that technology has figured a way around these things. 🙂

I’m grateful everyday for our little baby Mason, though, and we just can’t wait for him to get here. I’m just saying he better reeeeeaaaalllllyyyyy love me for carrying him around for so long.

 

P.S.- How do you like the new Beach theme? We can all pretend it’s nice and sunny and warm.

Why, hello there!

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SO- I’ve probably lost about half of my followers because I can’t seem to get back in the groove of posting. That’s ok, though. Thank you to those that are reading this!

Truth is, when I first found out I was pregnant, I thought I would have all of this interesting and funny stuff to say, but… I don’t. I thought I would be able to write about all the funny stuff of being pregnant, but truthfully, nothing exciting or funny has really happened. I’m a pretty boring pregnant person.

As of tomorrow, I’ll be 6 months along. Can you believe it?! Here’s all the up-to-date info and answers to common questions in case you don’t stalk me of Facebook and Twitter.

It’s a boy.

We’re naming him Mason.

He’s due on March 21.

No- I haven’t been sick. I feel great except that my back hurts all the time.

Yes, we are super excited.

The nursery bedding is madras and we are decorating with sailboats and other such nautical items.

I think the puppies are going to be fine.

We are going to have him at Baptist hospital. I don’t think that means he has to be a Baptist when he grows up. I need to check into that…

I think that’s the most common things to mention for now. Feel free to ask, though.

 

Anyway, in other news. We’re headed to Florida tomorrow. I can’t wait. It’s warm there. We already had snow and ice and all that fun stuff up here. It’s been freezing! I need to thaw out some.

That’s about it. I really wish I had something more exciting to write about, but sadly, I don’t.

Peace out!