I must say, even though I’ve moved to Charlotte and away from family and friends, they are still a major part of my life. My good friend is planning and organizing my baby shower. She knows I don’t like to be put on display so she is fixing it so I’m not the center of attention (even though it’s my shower). I’m having a girl, but she knows I’m not down with the girly colors. Bright green and black are our colors. Food will be served, no finger foods and sandwiches for my shower. All I have to do is sit, greet, and eat.
My best friend is getting ready to make a major move and needs to downsize her belongings. So, I’m helping her clean up. She has some old clothes which are too big for her now, so I’ll be taking those off her hands. As my weight continues to rise (I’m 150 this week), I’ll need all I can get. This solves my clothes problem. I only have one pair of jeans and 3 tops that fit right now. My daily wardrobe consists of my boyfriends basketball shorts and oversized white t-shirts.
I’m heading to visit my family in Florida for a week. My bag is packed light since I really have nothing to put in it. Hopefully, I’ll come back with a full bag of clothes from my best friend. Blogging may or may not happen while I’m there. Reason, my mother has me on a crazy visit schedule and I’m not sure when I’ll have time. I think she’s forgotten that I’m 5 months pregnant and waddle when I walk (that’s another blog).
I don’t remember my hormones being this bad. It has been about 8 years since I’ve been pregnant. My face is teenage like. Pimples just pop up wherever. No amount of scrubbing my face or water drinking makes a difference.
*I am open to suggestions.
My emotional side, a whole other story. Pre-pregnancy I was not a crier. I’m tough, stubborn, take no crap from anyone. These days, I watch a movie or the news and get emotional. Tears well up, and I either turn the channel because I can’t take it or just keep watching. Last night for example, I watched HLN and 19 Kids and counting. I’ve been watching the Trayvon Martin shooting, and I get emotional whenever I see the mother. She just wants to know what happened to her son and no one has any straight answers. So I shout at the tv, someone tell her what happened, this isn’t right for her not to know why her baby is gone. My boyfriend thinks I’ve gone mad.
Then I watch 19 kids, and it’s the episode where she’s pregnant and finds out during an ultrasound the baby has died. After watching this, I tossed and turned all night. I kept tapping on my own stomach making sure my little one gave me a good kick. I just couldn’t imagine what they went through. I am just thankful for my growing family. Just thinking about it again has me emotional again.
I think I was hit with a little bit of the nesting bug today. After blogging this morning, I decided to jump on the scale. I haven’t weighed myself since last weeks checkup. I was 145 last Monday. This Monday, 150. What? Why? 5 lbs? *A little background: I am naturally thin. Before pregnancy weight was 119. I’m 19 weeks this week.*
After my mini panic attack and a quick message to my boyfriend about my weight (to which he responded “good, very good”), I decided to clean our bathroom. I’m talking about bleach and gloves type cleaning. It wasn’t a big mess or anything, but I did want it sanitized. I scrubbed the tub, cleaned down the sink and mirror, and even cleaned the toilet. Then I started the laundry. Me and the girls are going down to Florida to visit my parents next week, so we are going to need clean clothes. By the time I finished all of this, the little one was doing handstands in my stomach. Time to call it quits.
All of this great weather, birds singing, and flowers blooming, sounds wonderful right? Not for me. I can not breathe. I sneeze my head off. I’m having nosebleeds. I’m 19 weeks pregnant and I don’t think my little one likes it very much. She kicks me when I sneeze. My kids laugh everytime they hear my shrieking sneeze. My mother says put a pillow in front my stomach when I sneeze. Um, what exactly will that accomplish? My doctor has me on Zyrtec… Which makes me sleepy, but doesn’t help. Nights are by far the worse. I’m stuffy and can’t breathe. Plus the little one is happily snuggled on my bladder. Which means I pee every hour. Sleep is not something that happens often. My family wants to go outdoors and hang out. Our family outing to the movies was a disaster. Me sneezing through half the movies. I did manage not to get up and pee though.
We live on the third floor, so the windows are open, letting in that spring breeze. Me, I just sneeze. They laugh.
I’m still laying here waiting for the cramps and pain to go away. We are at 18 weeks 4 days. Khloe (that’s what we have decided to name her) is doing her daily morning stretches. They just happen to coincide with these cramps. I said it before and I’ll say it again. Whoever said the second trimester was the honeymoon period lied. There is nothing honeymoon like going on.
I’ve come to the realization that I’m going to have another girl. Three girls altogether. 9, 7, and one on the way. I’m lucky in the fact that my girls are older, they can help out. Bless those parents out there who have toddlers and a baby at the same time. I couldn’t do it. My girls are older and understand what’s going on. Back to my realization. Three girls. What am I going to do? My boyfriend is ecstatic. He was in the ER with me the other night talking with another dad about getting his shotgun ready for whatever guy that decides to come around his girls.
Since I’m laying here (see previous post), I took some pics of the freebies I’ve gotten. I recently signed up for some baby registries for my upcoming baby shower. So far, I’ve registered with Babies ‘r us, Target, and Buy Buy Baby. When you register, they give you a free baby gift bag. All you have to do is pick it up. I am all about free baby stuff these days. They are filled with coupons, samples, and magazines. I’ve taken some pictures of the different bags. These samples are pretty awesome. The pampers are newborn size and those plus the sample wipes are going into my hospital bag.
Well, I finally gave in last night. I went to the hospital. I couldn’t take the pain anymore. It was a consistent pain that came every ten minutes. They weren’t contraction like though. Even after 7 years after having my daughter, I still remember what those feel like. We got to the hospital a little after 7. We didn’t leave until after 11:30. Diagnosis: we can’t find anything wrong. The baby is healthy. See your doctor 8:30 am tomorrow.
We went to see my Doctor this morning. He felt around my stomach, then did an internal exam (which my boyfriend calls the “violation”). The Doctors diagnosis: round ligament pain. Great. I honestly do not remember having anything like this with my first two pregnancies. I’m just going to spend my time in bed resting and catching up on my blog.