Here is a video of my nephew, Oliver, dancing to Michael Jackson's "Bad". He's so adorable, and he loves to dance!
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Randomness, Cravings, and Such
I got my fix of crab legs last night, and yes, they were amazing.
I also discovered that I can no longer fit into booths at restaurants. Table please?
Mason has continued to roll around all morning making my belly jiggle like a cat trying to get out of a pillow case.
My husband is building a deer stand that has consumed him for weeks. I forget who Mr. H is. Remind me? Realize that deer season is AFTER Mason is born. The man is crazy enough to think he'll actually want to get up early on his off days to deer hunt. Hmmmm.
I'm sort of freaking out at the amount of stuff we have left to get. The stroller, bibs, high chair, socks, burp clothes, bottles, pack n play, first aid kit, and the list goes on and on, but I will spare you. Being that he could make his arrival anywhere from the next 6-10 weeks, yeah I'm freaking my freak out.
I wish my appointment was tomorrow instead of Thursday. I'd like to see how Mason is measuring, and to get this 3 hour tolerance test out of the way!
Two weeks from today is my 3D/4D! I cannot wait! I'm hoping he'll cooperate so we can get some good pictures of his face!
I also discovered that I can no longer fit into booths at restaurants. Table please?
Mason has continued to roll around all morning making my belly jiggle like a cat trying to get out of a pillow case.
My husband is building a deer stand that has consumed him for weeks. I forget who Mr. H is. Remind me? Realize that deer season is AFTER Mason is born. The man is crazy enough to think he'll actually want to get up early on his off days to deer hunt. Hmmmm.
I'm sort of freaking out at the amount of stuff we have left to get. The stroller, bibs, high chair, socks, burp clothes, bottles, pack n play, first aid kit, and the list goes on and on, but I will spare you. Being that he could make his arrival anywhere from the next 6-10 weeks, yeah I'm freaking my freak out.
I wish my appointment was tomorrow instead of Thursday. I'd like to see how Mason is measuring, and to get this 3 hour tolerance test out of the way!
Two weeks from today is my 3D/4D! I cannot wait! I'm hoping he'll cooperate so we can get some good pictures of his face!
Friday, June 26, 2009
My Birth Prediction
The day you deliver, outside will be bright. Your baby will arrive in the late night. After a labor lasting approximately 16 hours, your child, a boy, will be born. Your baby will weigh about 11 pounds, 9 ounces, and will be 16-1/2 inches long. This child will have medium brown eyes and some brown hair.
Wow. I can see the baby having brown eyes and brown hair. Obviously, since both Mr. H and I have these features. But 11 pounds 9 ounces? Seriously? I think we're trying to avoid that.
Wow. I can see the baby having brown eyes and brown hair. Obviously, since both Mr. H and I have these features. But 11 pounds 9 ounces? Seriously? I think we're trying to avoid that.
Boredom
This week has been so boring for me. I have a feeling the weekend will be just as drab. At least next week I've got things to look forward to. My doctors appointment on Thursday, my 3D/4D ultrasound the following week, and then another doctors appointment the week after. This week I've had absolutely nothing to do, and feel like it's too early to start really doing the major preparations for Mason.
Even though I have to take the 3 hour glucose, I'm still excited about the appointment. We'll get to see if he is still measuring ahead and what the next steps with that.
Mason decided to keep me up all night last night. That was loads of fun. I got in the bed around 11, laid there staring at the ceiling until around 1, got up and fiddled around the house, then laid back down. I think it was around 3 that I finally fell asleep. However, I didn't stay asleep. I got the crap kicked out of me all night long. Oh joy! I got out of bed this morning around 7, went downstairs, and passed back out on the couch until 9.
I think Mr. H will have to just deal with the fact that I'm probably going to start sleeping on the couch on a nightly basis. It's just so much easier to get comfortable. Plus it's about 10 degrees cooler downstairs.
Hopefully I'll find something to do this weekend.
Even though I have to take the 3 hour glucose, I'm still excited about the appointment. We'll get to see if he is still measuring ahead and what the next steps with that.
Mason decided to keep me up all night last night. That was loads of fun. I got in the bed around 11, laid there staring at the ceiling until around 1, got up and fiddled around the house, then laid back down. I think it was around 3 that I finally fell asleep. However, I didn't stay asleep. I got the crap kicked out of me all night long. Oh joy! I got out of bed this morning around 7, went downstairs, and passed back out on the couch until 9.
I think Mr. H will have to just deal with the fact that I'm probably going to start sleeping on the couch on a nightly basis. It's just so much easier to get comfortable. Plus it's about 10 degrees cooler downstairs.
Hopefully I'll find something to do this weekend.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
30 Weeks! Drs Appointment
I am three quarters of the way there! Only 10 weeks left to go! I know that from 20 weeks until now, those ten weeks flew by insanely fast. So I know it's probably going to go by even faster now.
Here are some little updates for you.
How far along?: 30 weeks
Total weight gain: I try not to keep up.
How big is baby?: Estimated (by most websites) to be around 3 pounds. Hopefully at the next appointment we'll get to have a growth ultrasound to see how big he really is.
Maternity clothes?: Can't wear anything else. Obviously.
Stretch marks?: Still none!
Sleep?: Depends. Sometimes I get really good sleep, most of the time, not so much.
Best moment this week?: Baby Shower fun!
Movement?: Kicking like crazy, rolling around all across my belly, stretching, and hiccups. So fun
Food cravings?: Sweets. Of course. And chili cheese anything.
Labor signs?: I'm getting huge. I think that's a sign.
Belly button in or out?: Getting flatter.
What I miss: I'd have to say now that it's sleeping on my stomach. I can't wait to be able to do that again.
What I'm looking forward to: My 3D/4D ultrasound! Finishing the nursery/getting the remaining things we need.
Milestone: Reaching 30 weeks!
Well yesterday I heard back from my doctor's office, and my levels from the glucose test were elevated. That means, I get to go back next week and have the 3 hour test. Obviously I am so thrilled about that. It doesn't mean that I have gestational diabetes. The second test I will take next week will determine that. However, the good news is that, from the research I have done, almost 85% of women who's first test was elevated ended up not being diagnosed with gestational diabetes after their 3 hour glucose. I'm hoping I fall into that statistic!
I'm not really worried about it at all, and I'm not one of those people who is afraid of needles or really most pain at all. It's just that I now have to sit at the doctor's office for over 3 hours and have my blood drawn every hour. It's a hassle. It's not really how anyone wants to spend three hours of their day.
But it'll be over with before I know it, and I can focus on the million and one things I need to do to prepare for Mason's arrival!
Here are some little updates for you.
How far along?: 30 weeks
Total weight gain: I try not to keep up.
How big is baby?: Estimated (by most websites) to be around 3 pounds. Hopefully at the next appointment we'll get to have a growth ultrasound to see how big he really is.
Maternity clothes?: Can't wear anything else. Obviously.
Stretch marks?: Still none!
Sleep?: Depends. Sometimes I get really good sleep, most of the time, not so much.
Best moment this week?: Baby Shower fun!
Movement?: Kicking like crazy, rolling around all across my belly, stretching, and hiccups. So fun
Food cravings?: Sweets. Of course. And chili cheese anything.
Labor signs?: I'm getting huge. I think that's a sign.
Belly button in or out?: Getting flatter.
What I miss: I'd have to say now that it's sleeping on my stomach. I can't wait to be able to do that again.
What I'm looking forward to: My 3D/4D ultrasound! Finishing the nursery/getting the remaining things we need.
Milestone: Reaching 30 weeks!
Well yesterday I heard back from my doctor's office, and my levels from the glucose test were elevated. That means, I get to go back next week and have the 3 hour test. Obviously I am so thrilled about that. It doesn't mean that I have gestational diabetes. The second test I will take next week will determine that. However, the good news is that, from the research I have done, almost 85% of women who's first test was elevated ended up not being diagnosed with gestational diabetes after their 3 hour glucose. I'm hoping I fall into that statistic!
I'm not really worried about it at all, and I'm not one of those people who is afraid of needles or really most pain at all. It's just that I now have to sit at the doctor's office for over 3 hours and have my blood drawn every hour. It's a hassle. It's not really how anyone wants to spend three hours of their day.
But it'll be over with before I know it, and I can focus on the million and one things I need to do to prepare for Mason's arrival!
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Debt Stress
After looking over the bills I have, I was ready to drink an entire bottle of scotch. I'm not a scotch fan, and of course I can't drink, so that just makes me even more frustrated.
Bills suck. Being unemployed sucks.
To give you an example, I currently owe an estimated $14,000 in student loans. Here's the kicker. I am about $700 behind on them. Why? Well 1) Let me reiterate that I am unemployed and 2) We've got around $1100 a month in bills just to keep the power up and running and have a place to live, which makes repaying my personal loans/bill extremely difficult.
Someone better be ready to poor me a stiff drink once Mason arrives.
Granted, my unemployment check helps, but it's nothing compared to the paychecks I was getting. Paying those bills will have to wait just a little while longer. And yes, Mr. H makes good money, but he doesn't really have the money to be paying my personal bills. Even if he did, I couldn't let him. They are my responsibility to repay.
It gets even better.
Did I mention that I'll owe my doctor's office $400 for delivering Mason, 20% of the hospital costs, and an additional $300 I have yet to pay from pregnancy medical bills? Yep. Wonderful.
My biggest priority right now is making sure Mr. H and I have everything we need to live, and that we are preparing for the addition to our family so that he is safe, healthy, and happy. These all cost money.
All I can say is, if anyone wins the lottery anytime soon, please think of me. And if you happen to notice it start raining money one day, let me know exactly where and when this is happening. Hopefully I'll have a few bucks to put some gas in my car and race on over.
Bills suck. Being unemployed sucks.
To give you an example, I currently owe an estimated $14,000 in student loans. Here's the kicker. I am about $700 behind on them. Why? Well 1) Let me reiterate that I am unemployed and 2) We've got around $1100 a month in bills just to keep the power up and running and have a place to live, which makes repaying my personal loans/bill extremely difficult.
Someone better be ready to poor me a stiff drink once Mason arrives.
Granted, my unemployment check helps, but it's nothing compared to the paychecks I was getting. Paying those bills will have to wait just a little while longer. And yes, Mr. H makes good money, but he doesn't really have the money to be paying my personal bills. Even if he did, I couldn't let him. They are my responsibility to repay.
It gets even better.
Did I mention that I'll owe my doctor's office $400 for delivering Mason, 20% of the hospital costs, and an additional $300 I have yet to pay from pregnancy medical bills? Yep. Wonderful.
My biggest priority right now is making sure Mr. H and I have everything we need to live, and that we are preparing for the addition to our family so that he is safe, healthy, and happy. These all cost money.
All I can say is, if anyone wins the lottery anytime soon, please think of me. And if you happen to notice it start raining money one day, let me know exactly where and when this is happening. Hopefully I'll have a few bucks to put some gas in my car and race on over.
Dear Mason,
With only 10 short weeks left, your Dad and I are getting more and more anxious about your arrival. The nursery is coming along wonderfully and we are slowly, but surely, getting all of the things necessary to keep you healthy and happy.
The past month or two have been the best time of my pregnancy. With every big kick, punch, and roll, I find myself loving you more. I still picture you being a tiny little version of your father, and I know you will be a beautiful healthy baby. Every week that goes by is a week that you have gained strength, so that definitely makes me happy. It's also one less week that I have to wait to meet you. I've blogged through this entire journey, trying to make sure I note every little detail so that 1) I don't forget this whole experience, and 2) You've got something you'll always be able to look at and see what life was like for your Dad and I before you came along.
You're not even here yet and you've already changed my life in many positive ways. I know that once you are here, the changes will come in abundance and continue with each passing day. I'm ready for the responsibility, I'm ready for the challenge of parenthood, and most of all, I'm beyond ready to have you in my arms.
You have this wonderful family who is dying to meet you as well. My Mom, who you will eventually refer to as your "Mimi" is one of the most amazing people you'll ever meet. And your grandfather, "Pop", may seem to you like a crazy old man who talks funny, but he is a genuine, kind, and wonderful person. Your Aunt Steph, Uncle Chad, and Aunt Ally are our best friends, who will be a big part of your life as well. If you think they are all weird, goofy, and fun, then you're right. They'll probably spoil you rotten, and I'm okay with that.
Aunt Christy, Uncle Cole, and your cousins are wonderful. I know that with your arrival we'll probably be seeing a lot of them. I value family so much, and your little cousins could potentially be your best friends.
When you meet my Dad, you'll probably learn to start pulling on all of his mountain man facial hair. I'm sure he'll let you. He's a laid back kind of guy, and he'll love you very much. You've also got another wonderful grandmother over there, and an Aunt Hannah who has been my sister and best friend since I was young.
And then there is your Father's side of the family. There are so many of them I wouldn't even know where to begin. But it's more love than you could even imagine.
I can't leave out the family that will have a larger-than-life impact on you. Uncle Tommy is a riot, and you better prepare yourself for a lot of noise. Aunt Sandy is the sane one, and she'll be the one taking you somewhere other than were your Uncle Tommy is screaming like a crazy man.
You've also got a great grandmother who will love to meet you. She has called me her Sunshine since I was born. You also have a great, great Aunt Jean who can't wait to meet you. She absolutely loves the name Mason, and I agree with her.
Uncle Cliff and Aunt Susan have been a part of my life since I was a baby. I have fond memories of being at my grandparents house for holidays and visits, and you will soon get to see how great they are.
Unfortunately, you won't get to meet my grandparents. They were two amazing people who made a huge impact on my life. I'll share my stories, show you pictures, and you may still not realize how beautiful they were. However, I'll always speak of them, and try my best to fill you in on all the wonderful details of my life with them.
I know that one day you will be 23 too. I hope that it doesn't fly by as fast as people have told me. I'll cherish every day that you are in my life. But one day you'll realize that you've come from a family who loved you the minute we found out you were going to be in our lives. And I hope that you'll always cherish that family as I have mine. Remember each day of your childhood as best as you can, because its always a time you'll want to go back to. Never be afraid to take a leap, to get hurt (sorry kid, it's bound to happen), to learn, and to love. Love. Love as much as you can. It's important.
We love you kid, and can't wait to meet you. I mean I can wait another ten weeks, so don't get any ideas!
Love,
Mom
The past month or two have been the best time of my pregnancy. With every big kick, punch, and roll, I find myself loving you more. I still picture you being a tiny little version of your father, and I know you will be a beautiful healthy baby. Every week that goes by is a week that you have gained strength, so that definitely makes me happy. It's also one less week that I have to wait to meet you. I've blogged through this entire journey, trying to make sure I note every little detail so that 1) I don't forget this whole experience, and 2) You've got something you'll always be able to look at and see what life was like for your Dad and I before you came along.
You're not even here yet and you've already changed my life in many positive ways. I know that once you are here, the changes will come in abundance and continue with each passing day. I'm ready for the responsibility, I'm ready for the challenge of parenthood, and most of all, I'm beyond ready to have you in my arms.
You have this wonderful family who is dying to meet you as well. My Mom, who you will eventually refer to as your "Mimi" is one of the most amazing people you'll ever meet. And your grandfather, "Pop", may seem to you like a crazy old man who talks funny, but he is a genuine, kind, and wonderful person. Your Aunt Steph, Uncle Chad, and Aunt Ally are our best friends, who will be a big part of your life as well. If you think they are all weird, goofy, and fun, then you're right. They'll probably spoil you rotten, and I'm okay with that.
Aunt Christy, Uncle Cole, and your cousins are wonderful. I know that with your arrival we'll probably be seeing a lot of them. I value family so much, and your little cousins could potentially be your best friends.
When you meet my Dad, you'll probably learn to start pulling on all of his mountain man facial hair. I'm sure he'll let you. He's a laid back kind of guy, and he'll love you very much. You've also got another wonderful grandmother over there, and an Aunt Hannah who has been my sister and best friend since I was young.
And then there is your Father's side of the family. There are so many of them I wouldn't even know where to begin. But it's more love than you could even imagine.
I can't leave out the family that will have a larger-than-life impact on you. Uncle Tommy is a riot, and you better prepare yourself for a lot of noise. Aunt Sandy is the sane one, and she'll be the one taking you somewhere other than were your Uncle Tommy is screaming like a crazy man.
You've also got a great grandmother who will love to meet you. She has called me her Sunshine since I was born. You also have a great, great Aunt Jean who can't wait to meet you. She absolutely loves the name Mason, and I agree with her.
Uncle Cliff and Aunt Susan have been a part of my life since I was a baby. I have fond memories of being at my grandparents house for holidays and visits, and you will soon get to see how great they are.
Unfortunately, you won't get to meet my grandparents. They were two amazing people who made a huge impact on my life. I'll share my stories, show you pictures, and you may still not realize how beautiful they were. However, I'll always speak of them, and try my best to fill you in on all the wonderful details of my life with them.
I know that one day you will be 23 too. I hope that it doesn't fly by as fast as people have told me. I'll cherish every day that you are in my life. But one day you'll realize that you've come from a family who loved you the minute we found out you were going to be in our lives. And I hope that you'll always cherish that family as I have mine. Remember each day of your childhood as best as you can, because its always a time you'll want to go back to. Never be afraid to take a leap, to get hurt (sorry kid, it's bound to happen), to learn, and to love. Love. Love as much as you can. It's important.
We love you kid, and can't wait to meet you. I mean I can wait another ten weeks, so don't get any ideas!
Love,
Mom
Shower Pictures
I'm not actually in these since I was on the backside of the camera. I'll have to wait for my Mom to post all 50,000 of hers!
A few pictures of the decorations
My delicious cake!
Stephanie opening her hostess gifts
Mom opening her hostess gifts
A few pictures of the decorations
My delicious cake!
Stephanie opening her hostess gifts
Mom opening her hostess gifts
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Baby Shower & Father's Day
First of all, Happy Father's Day to all the Dads out there. And especially to my husband, who I know will be a wonderful Dad.
Yesterday was a blast! It was so good to see everyone, get together, chill out, and of course have baby chat. My Mom and Stephanie did such a wonderful job putting together the whole shindig, and I couldn't be more thankful to them! The food was delicious, the cake was adorable, and the company was wonderful. My great aunt came and it is always so nice to see her. Since she is my grandmother's twin sister, it definitely makes me miss my Mimi more whenever I see her, and it's almost bittersweet because I see so much of Mimi in her as well.
Melissa, a life long friend of mine, stopped by. Which is also someone I don't see as much as I'd like, and it was so nice to be able to catch up with her. And of course it was good to see everyone else. My step-mom and step-sister came, and it's been awhile since I've seen them.
The general consensus is that I'm having twins, since I am the size of the side of a house. Pregnant women tend to get big when they are growing a person in their bodies. I guess people tend to forget that. I've learned to let it slide.
And as far as the gifts go, we've definitely got Mason started off with a LOT of goodies. He definitely has enough newborn clothes now, and blankets, diapers, wipes, pacifiers, bath stuff, and more. It would take me awhile to list it all, so I'm sure you can get the general picture. My nursery is packed full of things, that's for sure.
I'll post pictures of the party later on today, so check back.
And in baby news, Mason is kicking the crap out of me as usual. My heartburn level has soared through the roof, and I'm beyond ready to meet him. My next doctor's appointment is July 2nd, and then I'll have my 3d/4d ultrasound on July 12th. Exciting! Things are happening fast!
Yesterday was a blast! It was so good to see everyone, get together, chill out, and of course have baby chat. My Mom and Stephanie did such a wonderful job putting together the whole shindig, and I couldn't be more thankful to them! The food was delicious, the cake was adorable, and the company was wonderful. My great aunt came and it is always so nice to see her. Since she is my grandmother's twin sister, it definitely makes me miss my Mimi more whenever I see her, and it's almost bittersweet because I see so much of Mimi in her as well.
Melissa, a life long friend of mine, stopped by. Which is also someone I don't see as much as I'd like, and it was so nice to be able to catch up with her. And of course it was good to see everyone else. My step-mom and step-sister came, and it's been awhile since I've seen them.
The general consensus is that I'm having twins, since I am the size of the side of a house. Pregnant women tend to get big when they are growing a person in their bodies. I guess people tend to forget that. I've learned to let it slide.
And as far as the gifts go, we've definitely got Mason started off with a LOT of goodies. He definitely has enough newborn clothes now, and blankets, diapers, wipes, pacifiers, bath stuff, and more. It would take me awhile to list it all, so I'm sure you can get the general picture. My nursery is packed full of things, that's for sure.
I'll post pictures of the party later on today, so check back.
And in baby news, Mason is kicking the crap out of me as usual. My heartburn level has soared through the roof, and I'm beyond ready to meet him. My next doctor's appointment is July 2nd, and then I'll have my 3d/4d ultrasound on July 12th. Exciting! Things are happening fast!
Friday, June 19, 2009
29 Weeks! Doctor's Appointment. Big Child.
Sorry for the delay in blogging. AT&T decided to have crappy service one again, so we were out of internet connection for a few days. Now we've switched to Comcast and have everything up and running correctly. About freaking time.
Yesterday Mason and I had a doctor's appointment, and here is how it went.
Walked in the door and took Glucola. I heard it wasn't too bad, but I got stuck with a crummy flavor - lemon lime. It tasted like sweetened sweat. Yuck. Blood pressure was awesome, checked my weight (which is on target, but still not what I wanted to see), checked Mason's heartbeat (150, awesome!), checked my fundal height, and took a few vials of blood for the gestational diabetes test.
Mason is still measuring ahead of course, so the doc and I discussed the preparations ahead. She is changing my monthly visits to every two week visits (ahead of when she normally starts them) so that we can keep on eye on his growth. We want to avoid me having an 11 pound baby, so she said that at the next appointment or two we may do a growth ultrasound to see exactly what the little guy is weighing in at. The doc says she has no problem with me delivering a healthy 8-9 pound baby, but anything over 9 pounds is considering risky to her, and would like to talk induction if that were the case.
So my next appointment is July 2nd, which is crazy to me. I was expecting to go back at the end of July, but instead, I'll be having 3 appointments in the month of July alone! That is definitely going to make the last leg of the pregnancy fly by!
I've gotten a lot of comments on how huge I am...of course. It's all in my belly, which is fine by me! Mason is definitely an active little boy. He has been kicking, rolling, hiccuping, and going crazy in there. If I roll over on my back in the middle of the night, he proceeds to kick like crazy to wake me up and make me roll over. I guess he wants to start early on the whole disturbing Mommy's sleep pattern thing.
I'll be heading over to Mom's soon to start the preparations/decorating for the baby shower tomorrow. I am super excited! I'm not sure who all will be able to make it, but I'd love to see everyone again. It's definitely going to be a lot of fun. And the cake...oh the cake. This pregnant lady is most looking forward to scarfing down a big fat slice of Honeymoon Bakery cake. It's the same flavor as the bottom tier of my wedding cake!. Delicious. I can't wait for tomorrow to come!
Yesterday Mason and I had a doctor's appointment, and here is how it went.
Walked in the door and took Glucola. I heard it wasn't too bad, but I got stuck with a crummy flavor - lemon lime. It tasted like sweetened sweat. Yuck. Blood pressure was awesome, checked my weight (which is on target, but still not what I wanted to see), checked Mason's heartbeat (150, awesome!), checked my fundal height, and took a few vials of blood for the gestational diabetes test.
Mason is still measuring ahead of course, so the doc and I discussed the preparations ahead. She is changing my monthly visits to every two week visits (ahead of when she normally starts them) so that we can keep on eye on his growth. We want to avoid me having an 11 pound baby, so she said that at the next appointment or two we may do a growth ultrasound to see exactly what the little guy is weighing in at. The doc says she has no problem with me delivering a healthy 8-9 pound baby, but anything over 9 pounds is considering risky to her, and would like to talk induction if that were the case.
So my next appointment is July 2nd, which is crazy to me. I was expecting to go back at the end of July, but instead, I'll be having 3 appointments in the month of July alone! That is definitely going to make the last leg of the pregnancy fly by!
I've gotten a lot of comments on how huge I am...of course. It's all in my belly, which is fine by me! Mason is definitely an active little boy. He has been kicking, rolling, hiccuping, and going crazy in there. If I roll over on my back in the middle of the night, he proceeds to kick like crazy to wake me up and make me roll over. I guess he wants to start early on the whole disturbing Mommy's sleep pattern thing.
I'll be heading over to Mom's soon to start the preparations/decorating for the baby shower tomorrow. I am super excited! I'm not sure who all will be able to make it, but I'd love to see everyone again. It's definitely going to be a lot of fun. And the cake...oh the cake. This pregnant lady is most looking forward to scarfing down a big fat slice of Honeymoon Bakery cake. It's the same flavor as the bottom tier of my wedding cake!. Delicious. I can't wait for tomorrow to come!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Nursery Updates!
Today I spent the majority of the day working on nursery projects. I headed over to Michael's to get some supplies, and here is how everything turned out! I love the letters, although the lighting doesn't really show the colors well (What looks purple is actually a greyish/blue color). And my polka dots, even though they took longer than I expected, turned out good considering I did them with a tiny paintbrush and not to mention swollen feet.
Let me know what ya think!
And here is the end result. Please excuse the random clutter!
Let me know what ya think!
And here is the end result. Please excuse the random clutter!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Shopping Spree!
Look at all my wonderful goodies! :) Car seat, rocker, swing, clothes, closet organizer, baskets, the glider and ottoman I've been wanting, the car seat, and a ton of other stuff! I'll blog about how the day went later. Mason and I are very hungry.
Friday, June 12, 2009
The Day I Found Out Part II
After Christy and I talked for what seemed like an eternity (due to my frantic state), I got off the phone and continued to work up a sweat by pacing around the house. A few minutes went by and my phone rang. Stephanie was calling me. Being that she is one of my best friends, this was big news for her. And she made it really easy on me to tell her the news. I think our conversation went something like this.
Me: "Hello?"
Stephanie: "You're pregnant."
Me: "Yeeeeaaaaaah."
Stephanie: "What? HOLY SHIT ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Dude, when did you...how did you...are you okay?"
Me: "No, I'm not okay. I'm freaking the crap out. I'm home alone, pacing around the house like a mad woman and shaking so bad I can barely hold the phone."
Stephanie: "Holy shit. I'm on my way over."
End call.
As I continue to pace -yes, I did this for pretty much the whole day- Allison calls me back. Our conversation went a little something like this.
Allison: "Hey man is everything okay?"
(Before I continue, I must point out that both Allison and Stephanie sleep well past 9am on most days, but especially holidays and weekends. So for them to have received a call from me as early as 8am does spark some concern for them).
Me: "No, not really."
Allison: "Well what's wrong?"
Me: "Well I took a pregnancy test and it was positive."
Allison: "SHUT UP" (Screaming, squealing, more hyenas). "I'm coming over".
With my two best friends on the way over to try to help me regain my sanity, I hyperventilated for awhile and paced even more. Stephanie calls me on the way to ask if I need anything, which I did. I specifically needed the biggest Diet Coke she could find, with lots of ice. She laughed at me and commented on the cravings beginning already. I reassurred it that it was simply the fact that I hyperventilated myself to death, so something refreshing would be really nice.
Allison and Steph could help me out a great deal in telling how the events of the day went on. Because of my state of mind, some things seem foggy and some seem very vivid. I do know that we sat around the house and freaked our freak out for a few hours, went to BoJangles for breakfast, and devised a plan on how to tell Mr. H and my Mom.
Mr. H got home from work, and I wanted to come up with a cutesy tootsy way of telling him. So I picked up a tiny Georgia football (who knew that months later it would be appropriate when we found out he was a boy) and an "I Love Daddy" onesie.
I put these all in the bag in a specific order. Football would be found first, then the onesie, and then if he was really an idiot - the pregnancy test last.
Chad and Mr. H had made plans to go fishing that evening, so they were kind of in a hurry. I give him the gift. He opens it, finds the football, and looks at me funny. He opens the onesie, looks at me even funnier, and Chad says "Hell no." So he gets to the pregnancy test and says "Are you f*cking serious? Is this a joke?"
We are the joking kind, so I don't blame him for asking this question. I reassured him it was no joke. He basically asked me this over and over for the next 2-3 minutes. Then he said "I'm going fishing."
I think any woman wouldn't really expect for her husband to have some wonderful reaction to this news, unless it was a planned pregnancy. So I thought his reaction was pretty comical. He gave me a kiss and walked out the door, with the same silly look on his face. Then he comes back inside, gives me a huge hug and kiss, tells me he loves me, and says "I'm really excited."
And a weight was lifted...
Me: "Hello?"
Stephanie: "You're pregnant."
Me: "Yeeeeaaaaaah."
Stephanie: "What? HOLY SHIT ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Dude, when did you...how did you...are you okay?"
Me: "No, I'm not okay. I'm freaking the crap out. I'm home alone, pacing around the house like a mad woman and shaking so bad I can barely hold the phone."
Stephanie: "Holy shit. I'm on my way over."
End call.
As I continue to pace -yes, I did this for pretty much the whole day- Allison calls me back. Our conversation went a little something like this.
Allison: "Hey man is everything okay?"
(Before I continue, I must point out that both Allison and Stephanie sleep well past 9am on most days, but especially holidays and weekends. So for them to have received a call from me as early as 8am does spark some concern for them).
Me: "No, not really."
Allison: "Well what's wrong?"
Me: "Well I took a pregnancy test and it was positive."
Allison: "SHUT UP" (Screaming, squealing, more hyenas). "I'm coming over".
With my two best friends on the way over to try to help me regain my sanity, I hyperventilated for awhile and paced even more. Stephanie calls me on the way to ask if I need anything, which I did. I specifically needed the biggest Diet Coke she could find, with lots of ice. She laughed at me and commented on the cravings beginning already. I reassurred it that it was simply the fact that I hyperventilated myself to death, so something refreshing would be really nice.
Allison and Steph could help me out a great deal in telling how the events of the day went on. Because of my state of mind, some things seem foggy and some seem very vivid. I do know that we sat around the house and freaked our freak out for a few hours, went to BoJangles for breakfast, and devised a plan on how to tell Mr. H and my Mom.
Mr. H got home from work, and I wanted to come up with a cutesy tootsy way of telling him. So I picked up a tiny Georgia football (who knew that months later it would be appropriate when we found out he was a boy) and an "I Love Daddy" onesie.
I put these all in the bag in a specific order. Football would be found first, then the onesie, and then if he was really an idiot - the pregnancy test last.
Chad and Mr. H had made plans to go fishing that evening, so they were kind of in a hurry. I give him the gift. He opens it, finds the football, and looks at me funny. He opens the onesie, looks at me even funnier, and Chad says "Hell no." So he gets to the pregnancy test and says "Are you f*cking serious? Is this a joke?"
We are the joking kind, so I don't blame him for asking this question. I reassured him it was no joke. He basically asked me this over and over for the next 2-3 minutes. Then he said "I'm going fishing."
I think any woman wouldn't really expect for her husband to have some wonderful reaction to this news, unless it was a planned pregnancy. So I thought his reaction was pretty comical. He gave me a kiss and walked out the door, with the same silly look on his face. Then he comes back inside, gives me a huge hug and kiss, tells me he loves me, and says "I'm really excited."
And a weight was lifted...
Thursday, June 11, 2009
The Day I Found Out Part 1
My how time flies. It literally seems as if it were just a few days ago that I found out I was pregnant. So on that note, I figured I would use today's blog post to tell the events of the day and how they unfolded. I'll warn you, there may be some cursing. People tend to curse when you tell them you're pregnant.
First of all, it was a few days after Christmas that I told a good friend of mine that the wonderful Aunt Flo had yet to visit, but it wasn't very concerning to me. On New Years Eve, Mr. H and I stopped by my Mom's house, where my step-dad offered me a beer. After drinking half of it, I started to feel a little off kilter. I didn't finish it off of course, but passed it to Mr. H to finish and head home. The next morning I woke up around 8 in the morning (which, as everyone knows, was not like me at all) and started to think about how odd it was that a half of a beer could have such an affect on me. Steph was planning on coming over later that afternoon, and had mentioned that she had a pregnancy test she could bring me. I sent her a text message about 5 minutes after being awake that said "Could you possibly bring me the pregnancy test when you come over this afternoon?"
Knowing that she was still asleep, I knew I wouldn't get a response from her until around noon. After sitting on my couch in a house by myself for about two more minutes, I just decided to make a run to CVS. I remember thinking "This is going to be a waste of my money. It'll be negative, I'll come home, Aunt Flo will show up tomorrow, end of story." Boy was I wrong.
Now, I've had my scares in the past, so I know how this whole testing crap works. But I've never actually done in the way in which I did this time. Most of the time I do what's necessary, sit there and stare at the stick, and just think "Well that seemed liked three minutes" and toss it out.
This time I did what was necessary, left the room, shut the door, turned on the timer for 3 minutes, and paced the entire house like a crazy person. The timer went off, and I remember pausing in front of the bathroom door and taking a few deep breaths. Looking back, I find it so strange that I reacted this way. I think my body was telling me that I knew this was different, which is why I treated it so different. I opened the door, and I swear, I saw the TWO lines from 5 feet away.
What did I do next? I shut the door and walked away. I then preceded to mumble "Oh my god" over and over again. Mumble. That might not be the word I'm looking for. Scream might be more appropriate. I would say that in the course of the next 15 minutes I walked in and out of the bathroom at least 30 times. I could have just picked up the test and carried it around with me in my pacing-frantic-crazy state. Instead, I just kept going back and forth. Almost like when you open the refrigerator, stare in for a good 5 minutes and realize you've got nothing to eat, close it, then open it again to see if anything magically appeared in there. I guess I thought that I'd open that bathroom door and it would magically turn into a negative result.
Well obviously, as it should, the test remained positive. I had a little bean of a person growing inside of me. That thought didn't cross my mind at the time. What was crossing my mind was "We've only been married three months!", "Why did I have to take a test when I am home alone?", "How are we going to afford a baby?!" and worst of all, "How am I going to tell Mr. H?"
I called Mom first. Yes I know, slap my hand for not calling the husband first, but this was my mentality. I have to tell SOMEONE. And telling Mr. H over the phone while he is at work might not be the best idea. I had to save telling him in person. So Mom doesn't answer. I called Stephanie, she doesn't answer either. I called my friend Allison, and she doesn't answer either. My sister in-law just happened to disclose her pregnancy with me first. Apparently the stars aligned or that is just how fate had it, that no one answer the phone, except for her.
She answered the phone with her chipper voice and said, "Well what are you doing?"
I think I responded with a "Oh God." Most of what I said that day didn't make a hell of a lot of sense to myself or anyone else. She says "What, what is it?". I didn't think ahead of time of how to formulate how I was actually going to say it. I blurted out "I'm pregnant?". Like it was a question. Like I wanted her to say, "Well I can diagnose you over the phone, and it looks like...yes, yes you are pregnant." I'm not sure if it were Christy or she passed the phone over to a pack of hyenas. Because after that all I heard was high pitched squeals, some laughing, and some screaming...
First of all, it was a few days after Christmas that I told a good friend of mine that the wonderful Aunt Flo had yet to visit, but it wasn't very concerning to me. On New Years Eve, Mr. H and I stopped by my Mom's house, where my step-dad offered me a beer. After drinking half of it, I started to feel a little off kilter. I didn't finish it off of course, but passed it to Mr. H to finish and head home. The next morning I woke up around 8 in the morning (which, as everyone knows, was not like me at all) and started to think about how odd it was that a half of a beer could have such an affect on me. Steph was planning on coming over later that afternoon, and had mentioned that she had a pregnancy test she could bring me. I sent her a text message about 5 minutes after being awake that said "Could you possibly bring me the pregnancy test when you come over this afternoon?"
Knowing that she was still asleep, I knew I wouldn't get a response from her until around noon. After sitting on my couch in a house by myself for about two more minutes, I just decided to make a run to CVS. I remember thinking "This is going to be a waste of my money. It'll be negative, I'll come home, Aunt Flo will show up tomorrow, end of story." Boy was I wrong.
Now, I've had my scares in the past, so I know how this whole testing crap works. But I've never actually done in the way in which I did this time. Most of the time I do what's necessary, sit there and stare at the stick, and just think "Well that seemed liked three minutes" and toss it out.
This time I did what was necessary, left the room, shut the door, turned on the timer for 3 minutes, and paced the entire house like a crazy person. The timer went off, and I remember pausing in front of the bathroom door and taking a few deep breaths. Looking back, I find it so strange that I reacted this way. I think my body was telling me that I knew this was different, which is why I treated it so different. I opened the door, and I swear, I saw the TWO lines from 5 feet away.
What did I do next? I shut the door and walked away. I then preceded to mumble "Oh my god" over and over again. Mumble. That might not be the word I'm looking for. Scream might be more appropriate. I would say that in the course of the next 15 minutes I walked in and out of the bathroom at least 30 times. I could have just picked up the test and carried it around with me in my pacing-frantic-crazy state. Instead, I just kept going back and forth. Almost like when you open the refrigerator, stare in for a good 5 minutes and realize you've got nothing to eat, close it, then open it again to see if anything magically appeared in there. I guess I thought that I'd open that bathroom door and it would magically turn into a negative result.
Well obviously, as it should, the test remained positive. I had a little bean of a person growing inside of me. That thought didn't cross my mind at the time. What was crossing my mind was "We've only been married three months!", "Why did I have to take a test when I am home alone?", "How are we going to afford a baby?!" and worst of all, "How am I going to tell Mr. H?"
I called Mom first. Yes I know, slap my hand for not calling the husband first, but this was my mentality. I have to tell SOMEONE. And telling Mr. H over the phone while he is at work might not be the best idea. I had to save telling him in person. So Mom doesn't answer. I called Stephanie, she doesn't answer either. I called my friend Allison, and she doesn't answer either. My sister in-law just happened to disclose her pregnancy with me first. Apparently the stars aligned or that is just how fate had it, that no one answer the phone, except for her.
She answered the phone with her chipper voice and said, "Well what are you doing?"
I think I responded with a "Oh God." Most of what I said that day didn't make a hell of a lot of sense to myself or anyone else. She says "What, what is it?". I didn't think ahead of time of how to formulate how I was actually going to say it. I blurted out "I'm pregnant?". Like it was a question. Like I wanted her to say, "Well I can diagnose you over the phone, and it looks like...yes, yes you are pregnant." I'm not sure if it were Christy or she passed the phone over to a pack of hyenas. Because after that all I heard was high pitched squeals, some laughing, and some screaming...
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Pregnancy Annoyances
After an exciting evening at the Luau, I've realized that there are a few things less tolerable when pregnant.
1). Obnoxiously drunk people. This is always the case, but pre-pregnant me would join in on the drinking festivities so that the tolerance for this behavior increased as the alcohol consumption increased. Now I have no choice but to be the sober, annoyed, pregnant chick. So to all the drunks, yes I love you too. Hanging all over me, rubbing my belly, and telling me that you love me 400 times just might not get the point across as well as you think. Next time try renting a billboard that has our picture on it of you rubbing my belly that says you love me. I'll get the picture then.
2). Loud music. I sound like one of those old farts complaining about their noisy neighbors or rowdy grandchildren. I'm 23 and having to scream to carry on a conversation is no longer in the realm of a "good time" to me.
3). Hearing the questions, "So when are you due?" followed by "And how many do you have in there?". Of course these questions aren't asked unless you are pregnant, but the more and more I hear how big I am or if I'm having multiples, the less and less of a happy person I become. I have better prepared myself for the correct response when asked this in the future. The response will be "I'm due tomorrow and I am having a litter. If you're curious as to the names, they will all be known as Crap Bag."
4). The smell of beer or liquor of any kind. Just makes me nauseous. Especially when its on the breath of those mentioned in 1.
5). Last but not least, people who can't do math to save their lives. This annoyed me previously, but even more so now when trying to answer the question of "How far along are you?" Or "When are you due?". If I am due September 6th of THIS YEAR, and it is currently the first week of June, no, I am not only 4 months pregnant. Unless a pregnancy lasts 6-7 months you fool, then you can consider me 4 months pregnant.
And that sums up what makes a pregnant woman very easily annoyed.
1). Obnoxiously drunk people. This is always the case, but pre-pregnant me would join in on the drinking festivities so that the tolerance for this behavior increased as the alcohol consumption increased. Now I have no choice but to be the sober, annoyed, pregnant chick. So to all the drunks, yes I love you too. Hanging all over me, rubbing my belly, and telling me that you love me 400 times just might not get the point across as well as you think. Next time try renting a billboard that has our picture on it of you rubbing my belly that says you love me. I'll get the picture then.
2). Loud music. I sound like one of those old farts complaining about their noisy neighbors or rowdy grandchildren. I'm 23 and having to scream to carry on a conversation is no longer in the realm of a "good time" to me.
3). Hearing the questions, "So when are you due?" followed by "And how many do you have in there?". Of course these questions aren't asked unless you are pregnant, but the more and more I hear how big I am or if I'm having multiples, the less and less of a happy person I become. I have better prepared myself for the correct response when asked this in the future. The response will be "I'm due tomorrow and I am having a litter. If you're curious as to the names, they will all be known as Crap Bag."
4). The smell of beer or liquor of any kind. Just makes me nauseous. Especially when its on the breath of those mentioned in 1.
5). Last but not least, people who can't do math to save their lives. This annoyed me previously, but even more so now when trying to answer the question of "How far along are you?" Or "When are you due?". If I am due September 6th of THIS YEAR, and it is currently the first week of June, no, I am not only 4 months pregnant. Unless a pregnancy lasts 6-7 months you fool, then you can consider me 4 months pregnant.
And that sums up what makes a pregnant woman very easily annoyed.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Luau
Well we are getting the new living room furniture today, and getting rid of our guest bedroom furniture this weekend too. That's awesome, because we're getting a little over $200 for it, and any money is money that we need. I'm hoping we'll be able to find a used washing machine in good condition with that.
The Luau is this evening, and Mom and Phil are going nuts with the planning. It's going to be a lot of fun. I'll have to mix myself some non-alcoholic fru-fru drinks so I can at least feel festive. Phil has even purchased a whole pig (which he has named Persie) to rotisserie this evening to try and be even more authentic. I think we're just going to use to Luau decor as the baby shower decor. Might as well get a second use out of all of the stuff they have bought.
Being that Mr. H is Hawaiian, he thinks he can get out of dressing up. Boy is he wrong. He has to look the most festive, since he's the only true Hawaiian at the Luau. Well, other than Mason.
Iv'e got quite a few errands to run this morning to prepare. There will be lots and lots of pictures to post tomorrow so check back in for those.
The Luau is this evening, and Mom and Phil are going nuts with the planning. It's going to be a lot of fun. I'll have to mix myself some non-alcoholic fru-fru drinks so I can at least feel festive. Phil has even purchased a whole pig (which he has named Persie) to rotisserie this evening to try and be even more authentic. I think we're just going to use to Luau decor as the baby shower decor. Might as well get a second use out of all of the stuff they have bought.
Being that Mr. H is Hawaiian, he thinks he can get out of dressing up. Boy is he wrong. He has to look the most festive, since he's the only true Hawaiian at the Luau. Well, other than Mason.
Iv'e got quite a few errands to run this morning to prepare. There will be lots and lots of pictures to post tomorrow so check back in for those.
Friday, June 5, 2009
The Weekend Is Heah!
Cleaning is exhausting. I have volunteered to clean my mom's house for the big Luau Party tomorrow, and I'm already taking my first break after cleaning for an hour. At this rate I'm thinking I'll be done somewhere around midnight. Maybe if it didn't take me 15 minutes to bend over and pick something up I could get it done in a more timely fashion.
Mr. H and I ordered a new living room suit that will be arriving tomorrow. We got quite a good deal on it that was just too good to turn down. Now we just have to figure out what to do with our current bedroom furniture. It's gorgeous and it will make me want to paint the entire living room a new color, so that will be the next on the project list. I'm hoping that if we sell the living room furniture we can at least get enough out of it to buy a washing machine. Carrying laundry baskets with a growing belly is not easy or comfortable.
I'm on the prowl for a baby shower dress. It's obvious that no retail companies specializing in maternity wear actually want pregnant women to look nice. You can either 1). Look like a 90 year old or 2). Wear a piece of fabric the size of a tarp and call it a dress. Pregnant ladies...you have no other options.
I'll update after the Luau and post pictures!
Mr. H and I ordered a new living room suit that will be arriving tomorrow. We got quite a good deal on it that was just too good to turn down. Now we just have to figure out what to do with our current bedroom furniture. It's gorgeous and it will make me want to paint the entire living room a new color, so that will be the next on the project list. I'm hoping that if we sell the living room furniture we can at least get enough out of it to buy a washing machine. Carrying laundry baskets with a growing belly is not easy or comfortable.
I'm on the prowl for a baby shower dress. It's obvious that no retail companies specializing in maternity wear actually want pregnant women to look nice. You can either 1). Look like a 90 year old or 2). Wear a piece of fabric the size of a tarp and call it a dress. Pregnant ladies...you have no other options.
I'll update after the Luau and post pictures!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The Third Trimester - Try to Keep Me Sane
Today is the first official day of my third trimester! I am in the home stretch! Pretty intimidating of course, but there is a light at the end of this journey. (Notice I avoided "tunnel", for good reason.) A lot will come with the third trimester. A baby shower, many more added doctor's appointments, and Mason! It is definitely an exciting time for me. Each week that passes is one week less that I am pregnant and one week stronger and healthier that Mason is getting.
At 27 weeks Mason is around 14 inches long and 2 pounds. Now that is if he is measuring at 27 weeks. If he is still measuring 4 weeks ahead, well there is just no telling how colossal he is.
I promise to post a baby bump picture later on today. I'm still in my pj's and have the scary morning hair going on, and I can promise that no one would like to see that.
How far along? One day shy of 27 weeks!
Weight Gain? Last time I checked, 22 pounds.
Stretch marks? Nope!
Sleep: With three pillows and if I'm lucky not to have leg cramps.
Best moment this week: Laying out yesterday. Very enjoyable and relaxing. Floating around the pool definitely takes some of the strain of my belly.
Movement: Every morning bright and early, and every evening after dinner until about 1 am.
Food cravings: Sweets still. And I've been craving a Sonic slush like crazy but have yet to satisfy that craving.
Gender: BOY!
Labor Signs: A few Braxton Hicks here and there, but not "real" labor signs. Hope not to have those for awhile.
Belly Button in or out? In, although it is getting flatter and flatter.
What I miss: Bending over. Seeing my feet. Sleeping for consecutive hours. Cold beer on a hot day. Laying on my stomach.
What I am looking forward to: My next Dr's appointment...June 18th. Two weeks from tomorrow.
Weekly Wisdom: Ignore the majority of baby/childcare/naming/etc advice that you receive. Everyone is different and every baby has different needs. Good parenting is reflective upon those needs, not the advice of 20 different family members/friends.
Milestones: Feeling and seeing him roll around under my ribs. 1). Definitely looks like something from Alien and 2). More painful than cute.
At 27 weeks Mason is around 14 inches long and 2 pounds. Now that is if he is measuring at 27 weeks. If he is still measuring 4 weeks ahead, well there is just no telling how colossal he is.
I promise to post a baby bump picture later on today. I'm still in my pj's and have the scary morning hair going on, and I can promise that no one would like to see that.
How far along? One day shy of 27 weeks!
Weight Gain? Last time I checked, 22 pounds.
Stretch marks? Nope!
Sleep: With three pillows and if I'm lucky not to have leg cramps.
Best moment this week: Laying out yesterday. Very enjoyable and relaxing. Floating around the pool definitely takes some of the strain of my belly.
Movement: Every morning bright and early, and every evening after dinner until about 1 am.
Food cravings: Sweets still. And I've been craving a Sonic slush like crazy but have yet to satisfy that craving.
Gender: BOY!
Labor Signs: A few Braxton Hicks here and there, but not "real" labor signs. Hope not to have those for awhile.
Belly Button in or out? In, although it is getting flatter and flatter.
What I miss: Bending over. Seeing my feet. Sleeping for consecutive hours. Cold beer on a hot day. Laying on my stomach.
What I am looking forward to: My next Dr's appointment...June 18th. Two weeks from tomorrow.
Weekly Wisdom: Ignore the majority of baby/childcare/naming/etc advice that you receive. Everyone is different and every baby has different needs. Good parenting is reflective upon those needs, not the advice of 20 different family members/friends.
Milestones: Feeling and seeing him roll around under my ribs. 1). Definitely looks like something from Alien and 2). More painful than cute.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Sunshine on My Shoulders
Today I am doing laundry, heading over to Steph's with Ally to lay out in the beautiful sunshine (Mason enjoys it too), and then having a cookout this evening for Mr. H's neice's birthday!
I think it's going to be a very enjoyable day! Mason decided to wake me up around 6 this morning with a long spell of hiccups (no surprise there). So I've got all of the laundry cleaned before noon! That's an accomplishment.
And I did find out that a high school friend of mine has gotten her induction date set! I know it's definitely exciting to know a date that the baby is going to arrive! Much better than a due date at least. I hope that everything in the final stretch of her pregnancy goes well and her and her sweet little girl are very healthy and happy.
Just thought I would give a quick update. I've had about 5 people say that they still think it's possible for me to be having twins...considering how large I am and how large Mason is measuring. Mr. H is one of the ones that has joked around about this. It's not funny. You cannot joke with a pregnant person about twins. Unless she is having twins. Which I am not. End of story.
I think it's going to be a very enjoyable day! Mason decided to wake me up around 6 this morning with a long spell of hiccups (no surprise there). So I've got all of the laundry cleaned before noon! That's an accomplishment.
And I did find out that a high school friend of mine has gotten her induction date set! I know it's definitely exciting to know a date that the baby is going to arrive! Much better than a due date at least. I hope that everything in the final stretch of her pregnancy goes well and her and her sweet little girl are very healthy and happy.
Just thought I would give a quick update. I've had about 5 people say that they still think it's possible for me to be having twins...considering how large I am and how large Mason is measuring. Mr. H is one of the ones that has joked around about this. It's not funny. You cannot joke with a pregnant person about twins. Unless she is having twins. Which I am not. End of story.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Scrapbooking
Well, I finished scrapbooking the honeymoon today. Of course with scrapbooking, you really can't scrapbook every single photo from that event. If that were the case, our honeymoon scrapbook would be about 60 pages. Instead, I picked out my favorites of Mr. H and I and a few scenic photos to scrapbook. I would have loved to have had my new Canon during the honeymoon, but luckily I had a Step-Fathah who let me borrow his camera for the trip.
Here are the pages that I scrapbooked. I'm craftsy. Now I just have about 10 other things to scrapbook. At least I've got time before the little guy gets here!
Here are the pages that I scrapbooked. I'm craftsy. Now I just have about 10 other things to scrapbook. At least I've got time before the little guy gets here!
Relax
After a nice relaxing weekend at the house boat, I've awakened to find that there is so much that needs to be done around here.
I think this is maybe why people don't vacation, or relax period. Because once the relaxation is done, you feel like the level of chores and projects just increased tenfold. Won-der-ful.
I thought I'd lay out on the boat yesterday for a little bit, and try to get some tan on my belly. Well, tan I got. My belly looks like a giant red balloon. Mr. H says I tried to fry the kid's brain.
This weekend is the big Luau! Next weekend is Yard Sale extravaganza, and the following weekend is Baby Shower! Of course I still need to get my invites out today. Numero uno on the to-do list: buy stamps, mail out invites.
The weather is beautiful, and I wish I could be outside to enjoy it. Unfortunately my belly is a furnace, so being out in the heat just sets it on fire even more.
I will be 27 weeks this week. Getting way close to 30 weeks, which just freaks me out! Time is slipping away, and still so much to get accomplished!
I will eventually blog something that isn't a post filled with random crap. Eventually. I don't really think I have too much to talk about lately. Oh well.
I think this is maybe why people don't vacation, or relax period. Because once the relaxation is done, you feel like the level of chores and projects just increased tenfold. Won-der-ful.
I thought I'd lay out on the boat yesterday for a little bit, and try to get some tan on my belly. Well, tan I got. My belly looks like a giant red balloon. Mr. H says I tried to fry the kid's brain.
This weekend is the big Luau! Next weekend is Yard Sale extravaganza, and the following weekend is Baby Shower! Of course I still need to get my invites out today. Numero uno on the to-do list: buy stamps, mail out invites.
The weather is beautiful, and I wish I could be outside to enjoy it. Unfortunately my belly is a furnace, so being out in the heat just sets it on fire even more.
I will be 27 weeks this week. Getting way close to 30 weeks, which just freaks me out! Time is slipping away, and still so much to get accomplished!
I will eventually blog something that isn't a post filled with random crap. Eventually. I don't really think I have too much to talk about lately. Oh well.
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