What next?

If you are or ever have been pregnant, I am sure you have read books like 'What to expect when you are expecting'. What they should write is 'All the stuff that noone wants to tell you because they had to find out on their own'.

It is the simple things I curse and don't find out till its too late. For example - I have an ingrown toenail on my foot. Simple right? You just file off the sharp part and away you go. That is until you try to manuever with a beach ball in front of you. I can't see my feet at the best of times, let alone now!

Also, a crude but necessary one, how the hell do you wipe your butt? At home I can dance around the mirror and make due, but what about at work when there is only stalls? And I have 2.5 months to go? Good Lord!

Here's another one, how to pee and wipe without getting any on your hand. It never fails, no matter how long I wait after the stream is done, the minute I start to wipe I pee on my hand. This is just getting disgusting.

I continually fart, no matter who is around. I was introduced to a new big wig at work and my office smelled like ass. They tried not to notice but you could tell. And right when Matt is giving me a massage or paying some attention to me, I let one go. It is so passed the point of funny because it is so involuntary.

And to top it off my pants keep shrinking. What fit around the thighs and butt a few days ago no longer does. Either they are shrinking or the damn dryer gnomes keep switching them with a smaller size. What? That has happened before!

28 weeks and 29 pounds later...

I am still hanging in there. Life is getting to be too much right now but I am trying to hold my own.

The hormones are horrible right now. The slightest thing sets me off and I can't stop crying. You would swear the world was coming to a close. And when something big happens like your family forgets your birthday (happened yesterday) your eyes swell shut.

I can only imagine what what post pardom will be like, yeesh.

On the other hand, I have decided to splurge. I had bought alot of stuff off my sister after she had her last 5 years ago but now that we are in a way better financial position I sold all that stuff (at a huge loss I may add) and I am buying brand new and top of the line. Screw it. I want my baby to have the rest. So since I didn't get any b-day gifts expect from my bf and Matt, I am buying the baby stuff instead.

I am also doing so-so with weight gain. I would rather not gain anymore but if I can keep it to the pound to pound and a half a week I have been I will be happy. I just wish my mom hadn't brought me back a swiss chocolate bar from Switzerland that has over 1500 calories and 450 grams of fat in it...

where did my body go?

I can handle the belly, I can handle the weight gain, I can handle the pain. I cannot, I repeat cannot, handle the fac that this pregnancy is interferring with my shoes.

My name is Jennifer and I am a shoe-aholic. I currently own around 50 pairs and can wear, about 2. I have gorgeous boots in several different colors that would look amazing with some of my pregnancy outfits. But the problem is not only are my feet swollen but I now have cellulite and water retention making my calves huge. I can not zip my boots up. Fun times.

If for some reason this pregnancy interferes with my purse fettish - there will be hell to pay.

This picture is the first one of the third (and final!) trimester.

Third Trimester

Well if you devide 4o by 3, it gives you 13.33. So that would make the start of the third trimester 26.66. That was yesterday so I guess today I am officially in my third trimester. All I can say is wow. This is all too surreal for me. Even though it was 4.5 years ago we started trying, it seems like yesterday we starting talking about a baby. It is sad to think I lost the last 4 years to obsessing but there is nothing I can do now.

Matt is still in love with the baby. He needs to understand that his hobbies and fun time will be cut but I am hoping he picks up on that early.

26 weeks and holding strong

Well I passed the 26 week mark. It does feel good to know that if something were to happen my child would have a fighting chance if she was born now. But she is strong and I know she will hang in there. In fact, I think she is so busy learning to tango by the feeling of the kicks and punches that she has no plan on making her exit any time soon!

Weight wise I yo-yo. In the morning I am still hanging in at 25 pounds but by night time it is 30. I know lots of that is water. (but some is chocolate)

We put together the nursery yesterday. What a feeling knowing that we can finally put all those items to use after storing them for 4 years! I will psot pics when it is fully done, I still have some organizing to do. But I am fully stocked in diapers now, I bought several packs and little things like nursing pads and such. I should start making a list of all that I need.

My next OB appointment is next Monday where I will be talking to him about the swelling and the back pain. The massage helped a bit but I am still having major trouble. And I cannot take too much longer with the swelling.

Back from our Babymoon

Well we are back from our trip and everything went great. I had quite a bit of swelling at the wedding because it was outdoors and hot and they didn't have water for a while. y legs and feet became stumps but they went down overnight.

Travelling was interesting---I limited my water intake so that we didn't have to stop very much. I did suffer because of it but honestly it was better than always having to go.

I ended up losing 2 pounds because of all the walking - but don't worry, I put it back on and more! We saw so much stuff, it was great.

I think the highlight for me was when we were sitting on the bed in the hotel room and I sneezed, and of course I peed myself. Not the bed, jsut enough to make my shorts wet. I commented on it and got up to go clean myself up. When I came back Matt was staring with his mouth open. He thought I was joking when I told him stories of my peeing myself. He couldn't believe it and I couldn't stop laughing at the look on his face...

25 weeks