Hiccups, Rippling Belly, and We Interupt this blog...

First, let's talk hiccups. Poor Baby gets them a few times a day.  Poor Mommy gets to "enjoy" endure them too. If you're not pregnant, haven't been, maybe never will be, or just plain forgot what it was like, let me try to explain what it feels like. Imagine a tiny bubble popping over and over in your belly.  Or...a little muscle spasm. It's sometimes annoying, but wonderful at the same time. Any movement by baby is fantastic.  Let's me know the little bugger is doing something in there.

Second, let's talk about the "rippling belly". I experienced this laugh riot last night.  I was laying in bed and Baby started kicking, as he/she usually does at bed time.  I wondered if I would be able to see the movements. So I lifted my shirt and stared at my belly.  Within moments I watched a ripple move from the right side of my belly to the left. I shrieked with laughter.  Baby must have thought this was fun or funny too. It happened a few more times.  My belly would either "ripple" or just raise up suddenly in one spot.  It made me think of Katy telling me about her watching Kiley moving about in her belly.  I didn't really grasp what she was talking about until now.  It was very cool!

And lastly, let's talk about interupting life to... pee. OH BOY. I can't believe how often I have to waddle to the bathroom in pain.  I feel like a little kid that's having so much fun outside, they wait until the last minute to go in to pee. Only I'm not outside playing.  I'm at my desk, making dinner, or SLEEPING. And where does it all come from? I drink a fair amount of liquids, but come on! And I know, I know...it's only going to get worse. Sheesh.

When impulse buying is a good thing

I waited too long! :(

I just went to the website to buy that awesome diaper bag I so desperately wanted and it was sold out. I should have know better! I'm so impulsive and the one time I decide to wait, it totally bites me in the arse. And they had FREE shipping too! dang it.

Yeah for Daddy!

Poor Jeffrey, he's had a tough couple of days.  On Tuesday, he had knee surgery to replace his ACL and miniscus.  I got to play nursey for him all day.  It was pretty easy to do considering how much he usually takes care of me, how thankful he was, and how much I just plain ol' love him.

So there he was all day long, in and out of it with the drugs, and feeling pretty miserable.  We went to bed early, well, my normal time, but WAY early for him.  He usually doesn't come to bed until about 1-2AM.  Since he rarely is in bed at the same time as me, he misses out on gymnastic time with Baby.  As we were lying there, I said "here, give me your hand." I put his hand on my belly and within seconds he felt a powerful kick! He pulled his hand away and said "whoa." But then put his hand right back.  With the next kick he said "hey Pal, whatchya doin in there?" And then he felt a third kick.  It was very COOL! So even with the not so great day Daddy had been having, I imagine that all made it a little better.  Sure made Mommy feel good.

Daddy snubbed

Last night I felt a few powerful roundhouses from baby while watching TV with Jeff.  After the second kick, I asked him if he wanted to see if he could feel it.  So we sat there for a few minutes while he put his hand on my bump...nothing.  A few minutes after he moved his hand away...whomp, another kick. But this time Frankie was laying across my lower belly and legs and when the baby kicked, Frankie snapped her head up and looked at me.  It was pretty funny.  So Frankie has been able to feel a baby kick, but not Daddy. HA!

Guilt...in many forms.

Wow, what a weekend!

Well, first let me start off with the results of my Glucose test.  I finally received a call on Thursday afternoon that my test results were normal. I had figured this to be the case since I hadn't heard anything until then.  Knowing my doc and how quickly I usually get stuff back if there is follow up, I wasn't too worried about the results. 

So with that pushed out of my mind, I spent all of Thursday night preparing for my weekend getaway.  I went to SCRAPCAMP this past weekend! Ok, it's a scrapbooking retreat, but we fondly call it scrapcamp ever since Jeff called it that last year when I went.  Crystal and I left Friday morning for the retreat. Anyhow, I found all kinds of energy on Thursday to pack my stuff, make pasta salad and lemon bars, and do some laundry. When I finally went to bed at 1:00AM. I was pooped. I had to be up early on Friday to head out, so no sleeping in for me. (this turned out to be a theme of the weekend.)

And we're off...Finally Scrapcamp weekend had come.  I'm posting my full review of the weekend on my other blog http://www.aqueenscourt.blogspot.com/

Here's where the guilt comes in:

1) I felt slightly guilty that Crystal spent a large portion of Saturday making my shower invites. They turned out AMAZING - So Thank You Crystal! She kept telling me to shut up and not feel guilty, but I still did.  What a great friend for doing that during her time at the retreat. (She kept saying, "well, when else am I going to do them, besides you're here so if I mess up or have a question, you can help" LOL!)

2) Jeff ate pancakes for dinner on Saturday night.  This made me feel guilty because I accidentally brought his deli turkey with me on the retreat. It was left in the bag I grabbed out of the fridge for the weekend. Oops. In my defense, we live 1 minute from a grocery store - sheesh.

and finally, something baby related...

3) I only felt somewhat connected to baby this weekend.  Here's why: I look very pregnant right now, so naturally people comment on this.  The ladies were so nice, telling me I looked "cute" and so on.  I also ate like a pregnant lady.  I think this made a lot of the ladies laugh.  It seems like I was always grabbing a snack or eating something. So, the focus all weekend felt like it was about ME and ME being pregnant.  I know there was talk about the baby, but it still felt like it was somewhat about me. I know it's silly to feel guilty about this, and I guess it's harder to explain that I thought.  Another way to put it is that most of my days I go to work, focus on work all day, then go home and it's just me, Jeff, Frankie, and "baby".  I have time to think about baby, talk to baby, and even feel baby moving.  On weekends, I feel more connected because I eliminate the work part of my day.  This past weekend, I was with other people, focusing on my projects, and never really alone.  While pregnancy and baby was a much talked about topic, I didn't have that alone time with my bump, so as a result I felt somewhat guilty. Crazy, I know.

Glucose test # 2 - 3 hour adventure

Well, here I sit.  I'm at my clinic right now enjoying my 3 hours of "work time", since that's what I'll be doing.  I will either spend this time preparing my 3 Day pictures for my scrapbooking retreat this next weekend, or work on Thingamabobs & Doodads.  (check out the work I did on the blog over the weekend - http://www.thingamabobsanddoodads.blogspot.com/)

I drank my "stuff" first thing when I got here.  This time it was lemon/lime (last week it was orange - yuk).  The lemon/lime wasn't much better, but it wasn't as gross either.  They will take my blood four times while I wait here.  My first # was 85 and it needed to be under 95.  I have no idea what this means, but the lab tech said that was a good number - anything under 95 is good.  I'm sure I'll be more educated by the end of this "adventure".  More to come.....

My Valentine...

I love this guy!