Thursday, October 28, 2010

I'm pregnant, don't judge

Today I wore my slippers to Target.  Well it started with me wearing them at work, and then to Target.  Because I haven’t shaved in who knows how long and the weather is cooling down, I have taken a liking to wearing tights every day.  So I slipped on my favorite stretchy black dress that is oh so comfy and fits very nicely over the baby bump, and threw on my argyle tights (yesterday was hounds tooth day).  I thought I would try dressing things up and put on some red heels, and then quickly regretted it as I was walking into my office.  Those shoes are hardly bearable when I’m not pregnant.  Well lucky me, I’ve started bringing my slippers to work (it helps me believe that the weather is cold outside). I only wear them when my feet are under my desk, and anytime I get up I put whatever shoes I’m wearing that day back on. That way the boss will never know.

During my lunch break I decided to go down the street to Target to look at baby clothes and to find a shirt for my Halloween costume (which I’m not telling you what I’m going to be, you have to wait and see!).  I decided to take my slippers with me.  So for a whole 45 minutes I walked around Target in my “business attire”, and wearing my slippers.  I got many funny looks from people, but I just gave them a look right back that said “I’m pregnant, don’t judge”.

**Side note: I hit 29 weeks pregnant yesterday! Picture coming later of my ever growing belly**

Friday, October 22, 2010

random story for today

When my mom was pregnant with us she chewed ice all the time.  It kind of carried on into when we were growing up as well.  I chewed ice all through junior high and high school, I could never get enough (that was my mormon addiction).  Although when Erik and I got married, he quickly put a stop to that bad habit.  He always tells me that the first work that he is going to do as a dentist is not going to be fixing my teeth from my addicted days.

But now that I am pregnant I completely understand what my mom was talking about when she said that she just had to have her ice while she was pregnant and that nothing else could substitute.  I don’t want it like I used to, I NEED it now.  I am blessed to have one of the best ice machines at work, and I fill my 32 oz cup with ice at least 4 times a day.  Erik tries to stop me now all the time by taking my ice away from me, but when I get that crazy look in my eyes and say slowly “GIVE.ME.MY.ICE”, he has learned to oblige.

The other night I was at my parent’s house while Erik was at school because I don’t like being home alone, it scares me.  I bribed my mom into going to Sonic with me to get ice, and because she’s the best she came along for the ride.  While I was there I decided to get one bag for my house and one bag for hers so they can have good ice too (and so that I can have good ice when I go over). Shockingly, I left my bag of ice in her freezer when I left that night.

So last night when I was at my parent’s house, again because Erik had school, I remembered my ice! I put it in the back seat of my car and drove home….and went straight inside. My precious ice stayed in the back seat of my car all night.  I finally remembered at about 6 o clock this morning, right after my leg cramp went away.  I quickly jumped up, threw whatever clothes I could find on (which ended up being Erik’s sweatpants and the dress I wore to work yesterday), and ran out to my car.  I thought I was going to find the plastic bag sitting there in a huge puddle of water.  I thought my car was going to stink horribly, and I was going to have to do some serious repairs for weeks to get it back to normal.  Instead when I threw the back door open, I found my bag of ice still sitting there completely frozen.  It had lasted through the whole night without melting.

Fall is here :)

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

26 weeks

I had planned on posting a picture last week, I promise.  Things got a little crazy and before I knew it I'm at 26 weeks.  First I would like to say how grateful I am to have such an amazing family in my life.  My sister and brother and law, Erica and Albert, have been going through a hard time and have just suffered a great loss.  My heart reaches out to them, and I wish I could do so much more because words never feel like they are enough.  My sister has shown great strength, and I look up to her more than she knows.  She has always been the one that has had to endure what the rest of us know we could not.  She is such an amazing mother, wife, sister, daugther and friend, and any one who is blessed to know her would say the same.

I'm getting towards the end of my second trimester, and I am definitely feeling it.  It's amazing how I will read about other women who are pregnant and hardly have back pain or soreness, and go to the gym 3 times a week.  I can barely make it from the couch to the bathroom without getting out of breath.  Heck to the no, you ain't getting me on a treadmill.  I have even successfully mastered the waddle.  I try so hard to walk normal, but when I have that massive pain that feels like there is a crank trying to pry my groin area open, its a little hard not to. I can start to feel the pressure of him constantly now, and he's not even 2 pounds.  I don't know what I'm going to do when he weighs more!

Last night I actually saw my stomach move when he did for the first time.  It was just a punch, but it was so weird seeing my stomach move as he did.  I have seen my stomach move so much since, and he has even punched a few times as I'm laying here.  I try to get Erik to come and watch, but everytime he tries to see it Jude decides he wants to take a break.  He's such a jokester, playing tricks on his dad just because he knows he's watching. 

My camera wasn't charged, so we had to take this picture on my phone.  Sorry for the fuzziness.  I feel like I look in the mirror and my stomach sticks out so much more, and then I see a picture and it doesn't look as big as it does in my head.  Nevertheless, I still think I look pretty big for only 26 weeks, but that's just me.

P.S.-Dear Jude,

I already love you so much and can't wait to meet you.  But, I would really appreciate it if you would stick your foot somewhere else besides in my ribs at 2 o'clock in the morning.  It would help me sleep, and probably make your day better too.  Plus, dad won't be so upset with us in the morning for tossing and turning all night.  Only 3 more months left and we get to see you. I started working on your bedroom this week and I think you're going to like it.  Dad has bought you a lot of cute clothes already, and he has them set up in your dresser ready for you to wear.  I think he's most excited to meet you, but he's a little nervous you won't like him (don't tell him I told you that).  Of course you and I know that you love me best, but you can pretend that you love him more.  It will be our little secret.  I love you so much my little Jude Man and I can't wait until Heavenly Father is ready to let you come and be mine.