Vacation Week

I’m on spring break with the kiddies this week, no boyfriend. He decided to stay home while we vacation with my parents at their Florida home. I miss him terribly, but it’s good to get away.
Allergies are out of control down here. Zyrtec has not helped me at all. I’m going to ask the doctor about nasal sprays when I get back.
My mother toned down our vacation schedule (read last post). Thank goodness. All of the car riding and walking would’ve drove me and the little one crazy. Just the ride down here had me feeling like a beached whale.
I got to hang with a few of my friends. It was good to see them. A couple of them went on diets and are skinny. I outweigh them both (as I try to keep a smile on my face). Lucky for me, their old clothes now fit me (smile is now a strained look). At least I have a few fashionable pieces to wear. My decent bra hunt starts today. My cup size is dramatically different than pre Prego size. The best way I can explain it, two water/milk jugs hanging from my chest. The heaviness is causing me to breathe differently when I lay on my back.
Updates on the little one:
I officially turned 5 months last Sunday. She is now the length of a banana I believe. She has taken up Kung Fu in my tummy. I think if you listen closely, you can hear a baby hi-yah.
On Tuesday my own doctor called me (not the office, the man himself). I began to have a panic attack when he identified himself. This man has never called me personally. I always hear from the nurses on duty. So with him calling me personally, I panicked. He tells me that the blood tests came back for no birth defects, and the little one is a healthy baby. Huge sigh of relief. Later that day, I get another call from the doctors office. I panic again, did he read me someone else’s results? No, its the nurse. They need to switch my Monday appointment to Tuesday. Another sigh of relief.
Things are going well so far out here in Florida. I’ve finished my baby shower list with help from my parents and kids. We estimate 30 people (good grief). We will be having it here, since everyone I know lives here.
I must go now, my boyfriend keeps calling to check on us and for updates on the little one.
I’ll be back next week after vacation is over.


Thank God For Friends

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.

Just a quick post

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.

Its moving

Despite the fears I have with this pregnancy, its been the little things getting me through it. I felt better yesterday, so I suggested that we go to babies ‘r us and spend some time out. We picked out baby items for our registry. It felt good getting out of the house finally. It felt even better thinking positively about our baby’s future. The kids had a blast picking out items for their new brother or sister. Today, I’m spending the day in bed. If I lay really still, I can feel him moving around. This is good because it’s giving me hope that things will turn out ok.