Monday, April 27, 2009

Put that cookie down

So I was at a school function for little Flip and another mom struck up a conversation with me. It consisted of the same ole, same ole that I get now that I'm really showing. When are you due? What are you having? Blah Blah Blah.

But then this lady throws in a little something extra...she said to me that I better put down the cookie I was eating. It was a small cookie and it came with the sack lunches that the school provided. Why does everyone else get to eat the cookie, unharrased, but me? Why does she feel the need to lecture me on my eating habits. WTF!!

Do I look fat, oh yeah I do--I'm pregnant. And since I spent the first 6 months of my pregnancy befriending my toilet I'm going to eat whatever the hell I want (as long as it doesn't give me heartburn). FRICK. How rude. Just because she got fat and never lost it, doesnt mean I will.

Im going to take a blogging break and go eat some cookies--lots of them.

whats in a name?

As you can probably guess I have some strong opinions. And that doesnt change when it comes to naming my kid. Apparently other people are just as opinionated about naming MY kid. This is strange to me.

Everyone has to tell me what I should name my baby or whether or not they like some of the names I picked. I didn't learn my lesson with Flip, I should just say "I haven't decided yet" or "I have to see her first." But alas, I don't and people just get on my nerves--big surprise.

If you really like a name, then you should have a kid of your own. I wont interfer with the naming process; I promise! Seriously, Im going through all this crap to have the kid and some people actually think that I will use their favorite name...HAHAHAHA. Dexter even thinks at this point his opinion on names matters. That's funny too.

Sunday, April 19, 2009

24 hour bug

My sister calls me up as she heads home from work...she has just puked. I feel bad for her, because I know all to well what that feels like. But she goes on and on about how weak and horrible she feels.

She is still sick the next day and calls to tell me. I try (really I do) to be sympathetic, but I let this slip: "OK, now imagine spending 5 1/2 months feeling like that everyday." There was a silence. Yeah, because no 24 hour bug can ever compete with a miserable pregnancy. Sorry sis...However, I did recommend a really good, easy on the stomach diet for her :)

Bratty on the Brat Diet

For those of you that dont know, when you are pregnant and constantly sick the doctors will recommend the BRAT diet. It consists of bananas, rice, apples and toast. Since I was sick FOREVER (now its just one or two days a week--can you imagine saying this "oh I'm only bed-ridden and nauseous two days a week, I'm so happy!" Yeah, I didn't think so) I have been sticking to this diet for the majority of my pregnancy. I throw in a turkey or ham sandwich to mix things up.

But guess what gals...carbs make you gain unneccesary weight and in all the places you dont want it. Like your legs and love handles. But if this is the only thing you can eat without wanting to vom, then this is what you eat. Needless to say, the BRAT diet makes me bratty. And I was already really good at that to begin with.

Do you see maybe even a little why I'm not having any fun?

I can complain!

My sister informed me that I haven't been complaining lately...well, I can change that for my adoring audience. Lets see what part of my 10 month journey is particularly troublesome, physically I'm much larger--obviously--and that makes bending over, tying shoes and cutting toe nails increasingly difficult. Soon Dexter will be painting my toenails for me. He did this when I was pregnant with Flip (I have pictures) because I cried about my feet in stirrups with chipped polish--Horrors! Like that even crossed my mind while I was in labor. I don't think I could ever be big like this permanently, I would loose weight just because my belly is so annoying.

Another thing that is happening is the my stomach is getting squished even more. So there is less room for food and if I eat more that a few ounces I get heartburn and burp like my dad. Its not very ladylike. So now I graze every hour and I'm back on a bland diet to keep the heartburn situation under control. I still have three months and it will only get worse. Joy!

Speaking of getting worse, my veins on my legs are so incredibly painful. Even with a compressive brace it just burns. And its running up my leg (and to other areas that makes anything you do uncomfortable) so basically it looks real gross. I don't like to look at it, so I feel bad for everyone else that does especially now that its shorts weather--no, I really don't care, but I am getting some major procedures done after all the breeding is over with. The leg veins will be smoothed out and the girls are going back where they belong!

All I gotta say is that you better think long and hard before you decide to have kids, because if you are the slighest bit vain like me then its going to take someone with an MD at the end of their name to fix the problems that pregnancy brings about.

I do have some good news though...the ultrasound shows that I will be having a girl. Yeah! We needed a little more estrogen in the house (no doubt I will laugh at this thought when she turns 16). Although we did even it out a little since we got the puppy neutered, but he still annoys the hell out of me. Dexter actually asked if I would love on the puppy some since the puppy wouldn't leave him alone. HA! Just the other day he was talking about getting another. HAHAHA! Right, let me add another helpless creature to my list of stuff that I have to watch over that cant poop in the toilet. In fact, lets get another right now...

I dont get it sometimes, I really dont.