Sweet Child of Mine.....

"Look! I have a belly like Momma!"
Those were the words I heard as she came bouncing down the hall. It brought a smile to my face until I asked her to pose for a picture. I said, "Honey, look like Mommy and say cheese" ..... Do i make faces like that? I bet i do!
They say, "Hell hath no fury like a pregnant woman's scorn", right? Isnt that how it goes? I don't remember hormones when I was pregnant with Lindsey but man, oh man!, do I feel them now. So much so, I spent quite a lengthy time out of my life arguing with someone over the most practical treatment plan for cancer.... For like HOURS! Why? Who knows! I knew I could not convince this particular person to put down the apples and herbs and come join us in the ever advancing world of chemotherapy and radiation but yet, I kept talking.
Same goes with my dear husband. I know I cannot convince him that there is no point in trading his airplane because he will just want to trade it again for something different in two weeks. Might as well not even trade, EVER... But that, too, is pointless. Yet, somehow, there is a little homronal surge inside that says to keep on keepin' on....and so I do. I actually argued with my four year old stepson about the color of his gum yesterday. Seriously, I did.

It is not a pleasant ride that I am on...... Every little thing bothers you. I remember waking my husband up this morning at 3 A.M. to kick the dog outside because I could hear him panting and it was getting on my nerves... Just to give you another glimpse into what life is like for my husband each day of this nine month journey. :)  I can also totally understand why some animals eat their young.... but that is another story, another time.

The life lesson to be learned here is have pity on any pregnant gals you may know. They realize they have horns. They hear themselves very plainly screaming at the lady in the drive through of Taco Bell because they ordered, "No sour scream", and there is clearly a gob of sour cream on their taco..... They even feel their body temperatures rise when their spouses smack their gum  in a quiet church auditorium and fight the urge to Heimlich Manuever it out of them in front of God and everyone else..... They do.....   This is also why i specifically put in bold letters on my baby registry that if you have had to work around me for long periods of time, then thank you for putting up with me!
 I  mean it.... from the bottom of my hormone infested heart.   :)

Food...(I think thats what this stuff is)

I dont like to cook. In fact, i dont even think I can cook. I have tried and it never turns out like the last person made it or how it probably was meant to taste. I like to go on my own cooking journeys and tweak things a little and then i end up apologizing to Shawn for the crispy rice in the casserole or the raw bottom layer of hamburger meat in the next casserole.......

When my kids grow up, im almost positive they will not want their friends to come over to their house for fear i might cook. I love to see the excitement on their faces when I let them pick out which kind of Lunchable or Kid Cuisine they want to eat on for the next 3 weeks on our trips to Wal-Mart. I check out the nutritional value of these dinners and i weight the pros and cons of my cooking, and Kid Cuisine always wins every time. :)

My POE has a pretty nice cafe with all organic and very healthy food. I have been meaning to branch out and try healthier foods but Sonic wins my heart every time. Again, i cant believe i have already gained 40 lbs with this pregnancy.....

I can manage to eat out cheaper than packing a lunch..... thats how i justify it anyways.... I couldnt just eat a PB&J sandwhich, id need some chips, a delicious dessert and a beverage......well that adds up at the grocery store so hamburger and fries it is......   Im actually feeling sick just realizing how much fast food i consume.

Moral of the story is: When youre pregnant, the only thing that sounds good is the opposite of what you SHOULD be eating. Some gals have yogurt snacks, apples, salads,..... I say Nay, hand me a piece of pizza!........

But in all seriousness, instead of waiting til AFTER Greyson is born im getting a 2 month headstart and beginning tomorrow, March 16th, I am going to give up fast food, except for Subway and start eating healthier...... I got a little lazy for a few months but im back at it, because my thighs make noise rubbing against each other when i walk...prego or not, that is NOT ok...... :)

Topic Numero Uno: Pregnancy!

How cliche of me to begin my first official blog with such a topic but i felt the need to draw attention to a few of my ailments/issues and of course it would be pregnancy induced :)

First off, I dropped my kids off this morning to daycare and while getting in and out of this itty bitty Pontiac rental car, i felt like Baby Greyson had descended into my rectum...... Because all my weight and all the pressure just fell feet below my spine. I didnt even know i had a cavity of space down there....but i surely felt it. Every time i get in and out of this car, it reminds me of getting in and out of a Flinstones car you peddle with your feet and literally sits that low to the ground! ... Because when i was at Suburban Chevrolet turning my nice new Vue in for service, of COURSE i looked like the kinda gal who needed a lo-to-the-flo sports car, what with this slimming figure and lack of 5 other children and all. :) So here it is, lunchtime, and im just now feeling normal again, like Greyson is in my uterus where he should be for a few more weeks...... But alas, when I leave at 5 PM, he will make his descent back down into the cavitius rectumus for the drive home in my every so practical sports car.   :)

Secondly, I noticed something new in the mirror this morning. I saw that my arms had developed wings. Perhaps i should have just strapped my kids on my back and used my new-found wings to take us to daycare/work today! Nonetheless, i am now a proud owner of arm wings. When i extended my arm out and did a little "Miss America" wave, it did magical things, this wing did....... I wondered if perhaps i could roll the wing up into my sleeve and stuff it there til i could afford plastics (plastic surgery) but i was late and didnt have time to figure out proper wing placement. I texted my good friend who recommended tricep toning which i will get RIGHT on tonight but what good is a muscle with a smidge of wing still hanging on? *Sigh......

I didnt intend to be in a bikini this swimsuit season but i surely didnt intend to have to tuck things back into place either........

Pregnancy is quite a trip. Just when i think ive mastered constipation, stretch mark sightings, heartburn, etc, something new and even more wonderful shows up.... Just T-minus 11 weeks and counting....then Greyson can come hang out next to me on the eliptical and the operating table of Dr Greg Ratcliff.............