12 posts tagged “baby 2008”
i am having the difficulties with the motivation. i have many things that should motivate me. seeing my father in less than a month, my son patting my belly & clothes i used to wear - yet, none of these external factors have lead to much of a change in the olde project. ho hum.
hello people of the internet. how are you? i'm doing pretty good. really good considering i'm carrying around more weight then um MY FUCKING HUSBAND. yes, america/internets/you - i currently weigh more than my husband ... by 20 lbs. really, that's what made my pregnancy worthwhile.
here's a picture of me today:
i was going to work until the end but i'm wimping out. mostly, because of what is portrayed in the following picture. really look it over and see if you can figure out what you see:
well, you actually don't need me to explain what it is as it's the title. i was just going to leave it here ... but i think i'll put it up on my facebook as well because frankly - i'm a pissed. REALLY LADY? you're going to not only sit the whole time (5 stops) but then LEAN your shit on my protruding girth? REALLY? oh it's on.
this last few weeks have been the hardest. there's a lot of good in pregnancy and i'm sure i'll remember after my little dude has made his appearance but it's been long and arduous. stan has been amazing and i'm really really blessed and yeah, i know it's probably hard for you, dear reader, to hear that since i bitch incessantly but well, it's true. i am so blessed.
thank you for reading, guys - i wish i had more entries these last 8 weeks but well, that's kind of me to begin with. lacking in entries. i will have some free time on monday - maybe i'll give you some pregnancy thoughts or should i spare ya? well, we'll see.
happy birthday Jen Broome! that's a side note of love.
this morning my husband called me teddy ruxpin. i got through it as he quickly backpedaled ... VERY QUICKLY ... but he's right. i'm now officially a stuffed animal but if you try to pat my fucking belly, i will take you down. hard.
haven't moved into real problems sleeping as i've been told i will. i wake and pee and it takes me about 30 to an hour to get back to sleep but i'm going to bed early anyway - i feel like i'm giving myself the time for the difficulties. my kid he moves like a quarterback in a london phone booth. i can now figure out things like - oh, that's his foot or he's hand is getting kind of low. he gets the hickups. i can't emphasis how cute and strange that sensation is. also, this is something i didn't read anywhere so i'm going to tell you dear readers - YOU POOP A LOT. AAAAAAAAA LOOOOOOOT. maybe some women don't. maybe i'm magic. but you guys, i went 3 times before 10 am. yes. way too much information for your little read but i don't care. someday, one of you will go through it and say, i read that on that weird-ohs blog. thank you weird-oh.
my baby's daddy is busily painting the room - it's almost done and yes, i'll put up pictures! TAKEN WITH MY NEW DAM ASS IPHONE! (happy anniversary, honey. i love you so much....because of the iphone.)
if you haven't seen me in a long time, its because i do nothing. i go to work, i eat, sleep and the aforementioned poop. it's exhausting work making this kid and lonesome to a certain extent but it won't be lonely much longer. right? i'm making myself a friend ... that's why people have kids. that's what my mom told me anyhow.
ok! i got 9 more weeks. i hope to put up more pictures and stuff but well, we'll see. i kind of forget things a lot.
more of the same.
new picture at 28 weeks - can you see a difference from two weeks?
MORE IMPORTANTLY, can you tell i have an IPHONE. suck on that! w00t! party the hell out! it was our 1 year anniversary present to each other. yes, that is um less than two weeks away. one.year. hells to the yes, i'm digging the married life.
a new addition to the fat or pregnant series is pictures of people that have let me stand over them with my belly in their face. like this guy:
that's him. it's hard to take pictures when you're standing over some dude with your belly in their face and your bag on your arm so please forgive the lack of artistic quality that you've come to expect from me but, can you dig it? this guy decided that it was way more important for him to sit, meanwhile, my ankles are officially crankles and i'm one pissed off ny'er. i didn't pull out my phone in time this morning to take a picture of the guy WHO TAPPED MY BELLY to ask me where to get the e train as i stood over him but if i saw him in a line up, i'd be able to do a smear campaign on his ass too.
now, if you'll pardon me, it's lunch time. nom nom nom.
the series continues! i think the answer is now definitely pregnant - HOWEVER, most people on the fucking g or v line don't really recognize this as a reason to move their ass. i respect that. sure, sure i do - what i do not respect is you looking at me while you sit. i will crush you - i've gained more than enought weight to do so - so rethink that up and down look.
another thing, i do not need from anyone - i don't need you to compare me to a thinner pregnant person. pretty please? if you stop doing that, i'll stop farting (near you). that i can't really guarantee. i want to apologize to my husband and my cats for the smells that have been coming out of me. that's gotta be rough but, let's be honest - you guys have done your fair share of stink so um, can we call it even?
oh! and clogs that i wore this past fall - how come you don't wanna get on my feet? are you afraid of the power of my belly? you should be afraid but i would have been nice to you. now, you're making me think about new shoes and that doesn't have the same draw that it had say 8 months ago.
yesterday marked 26 weeks. that means, i'm 14 weeks from baby day (thereabouts). crazy right? he's moving all the time now and when i'm washing dishes and singing baby mine to him, i cry. not because i'm sad but because i'm so very happy.
3rd in the series of fat or pregnant and with a different angle. exciting!
so the coffee lady - yes, i am still drinking coffee - said: "so, you must be due any day." i said, "actually, i have about 4 months." (that's where the whole thing is weird because i'm at 6 months (24 weeks) but there are 40 weeks so in actuality, it's about 10 months of pregnancy. cue rainbow and the more you know image.) coffee lady says "ooooooh my god - you're going to be so big! you have to keep coming to my station so i can see how huge you get." and then she does this like motion with her hands over her belly and i gave her a dollar tip and i never tip.
however, the good news, it just made me laugh. i didn't cry. i didn't get mean. i actually laughed. maybe today my sense of humor is back? stay tuned.
in unrelated pregnancy news, um, let's see. uuuuh well, um. i'm sure i do other things? nope. can't think of a one.
sorry people who read this - i'm deep in the heart of being pregnant. let me know if you want an email when i say something about - oh DMC and HOW FRICKING AWESOME IT WAS TO SEE HILARY DO THE NOMINATION FOR OBAMA! rock and roll, hoochie coo.
and yes, i feel great. and no you can't touch me. and yes, it's probably just the hormones BECAUSE REALLY - EVEN WHEN I'M NOT PREGNANT I DON'T WANT YOU TO RUB MY FUCKING STOMACH. and no i don't miss drinking. and yeah - i know, my life is going to change. and no, i probably can't right now comprehend that as much as i will. and yes, i know what i'm having. and yes, i know what i'm going to name him. and no, i won't tell you because well, you are too blunt with your opinions and honestly i just can't take you not being kind to me right now.
but the real thing is - that i shouldn't have left to the end - i'm happier than i have ever been EVER in my life
miles to go before i sleep (thank god). well, actually about 21 more weeks. WHAT? insane.
in other news, i miss smoking.
the thing 'they' aren't really able to express, explain or even talk about really - is the overwhelming sadness you can feel just being pregnant. the oh holy shit, have i just given up all of my other dreams for this dream of dreams? i think about my fledgling career and feel like once i'm back to being able to audition again, will i be able to find a sitter? then i wonder, will i even care? or will i stop caring until its like 10 and all i can say to it is, YOU HAVE TO DO THIS... I NEED TO SEE MY DREAMS COME TRUE. in other words, will i be my mom? am i being the most selfish person in the world to even have these thoughts? ack ack ack.
mostly though, i just think about holding my baby in my arms in this rocking chair.
oh and agents? you could send me out now - i'm really fucking free for that. i'd love an audition. really!!!! no joke.
i will quit swearing. maybe.
stan is the best baby daddy to come. he reads to my belly. COME.ON. if that doesn't make you wanna hurl the cute, i don't know what will.
(i stole this picture from someone's blog. thank you for finding that! someone - who i 'know' only through a pregnancy board)