Where have I been?

Okay, so since we found out it was a boy, we've been crazy busy and thus the seemingly never-ending silence.  Or maybe I just was being lazy.  You can decide that soon enough!  So two weekends ago, my parental units showed up.  They arrived at 1 a.m. which I can not remember the last time I was up that late being preggers and all.  I took a nap waiting for them I was that tired.  The next morning began a weekend of baby shopping. Tommy and I have tried to go shopping before, but each time we went, we'd get frustrated that we didn't know the sex and there's no such thing as gender neutral, no matter what anyone else tries to say (green is for boys and yellow is for girls) and buying diapers, soap, etc is not fun.  So we end up leaving with nothing.  Plus, we don't know what we're doing.  We don't know what babies need so we just felt silly. 

Well, my mom showed us what we really needed and we went price comparison shopping.  My dad has the attention span of a dog, that's right, not even at a human's level, and he wandered a lot.  But we ended up buying wash clothes, baby soap, a dresser, and a crib mattress.  The mattress was random but it was $13!!! Just an idea for non baby people, walmart was selling them for $70.  Then Tommy went to work, we watched tv and relaxed and made dinner.  We went for a walk, played games, watched movies, yada, yada, yada. 

Day two, we found out we were having a boy!  It went something like this "here's the head, you can see the baby's profile, there are some ribs and that's the spine, here are the little butt cheeks pointing straight out and those are the boy parts!" I had barely registered that she was pointing out the butt and then BAM! she's drops the bomb.  One of my first thoughts was, "uh oh" because Tommy and I have struggled so hard to come up with a boy name that we both agree on.  But I'm SUPER excited to have a boy!  After that it was celebration time in the form of buy tons of boys clothes!  On the way to the first store, I remembered a name we had both talked about and quietly asked Tommy what he thought about it, he thought and then said, "yeah!" and we decided in a matter of 10 seconds after months of disagreeing on our future son's name.  Zachary Mike May!  And for the rest of the day Tommy was running around saying "Zach attack!" It was really cute to see how proud he is already. :)  We got tons of baby clothes and it was as disgusting as you can imagine.  My mom  and I were oohing and awwing  and "isn't that so cute!" over EVERYTHING.  We got these awesome overalls for the summer that I can't wait for and these footy pajamas with race cars that Tommy can't wait to fill! the rest of the day was filled with the same as the night before

The next day Tommy went to work and my parents and I went to see Harry Potter!  There was a lady there who thought the rest of the audience was blind and felt it was her sole duty to exclaim and explain every part of the movie.  She would laugh really loud in that "See everyone, this part is funny that's why I'm laughing" kind of way at the funny and only sort of funny parts that you might smile at but not laugh out loud at.  No joke at one point she said, "OH! that's the snake!" As if no one else in the theatre had seen the 20 ft long thing that had only shown up 4 times already in the movie.  Okay that all sounds harsh, but still, you're not at home! Use your indoor voice!  Also, while coming back from one of my many bathroom breaks, I came across a woman changing her baby on the floor (on a changing pad, I'll give her that) but right in front of the door leading into the theatre!!! I literally had to crawl over her legs to get to the door.  Oh public outings...the funny things you see.
Then we picked up Tommy, dropped off my mom to rest, and went to the pool. It was awesome b/c the water makes me feel 50 pounds lighter, plus we were going around the lazy river so the water is pushing you along which takes another 25 pounds off.  The feeling was glorious!! An hour and a half later, we got out and oh my goodness!! I thought I was treading through mud!  Gravity clearly kicked in and I wasn't very thrilled about it.  We went home and had a really awesome meal with teriyaki chicken, fried rice, salad, and SMOOTHIES! We also took the only picture from their visit.  Once again, it's of food.  

 Here's our fancy meal we made, note that the photo is void of people

Here are the race car pajamas and my new glider rocker!  It's awesome...

We're Having a BOY!!!!

 Here's the little guy's profile, his head is on the left, I originally thought his head was on the right - mama knows her boy well

The face is now on the right side and looks super creepy, let's be honest...

 His heart and the heart beat!! 153 bpm!

 I love this photo, he's got his little feet!

and here's the spine!

Preggers....

Ok first of all...this is probably the lamest blog you will ever not follow.  Congratulations to anyone who even finds this blog, or rather I'm sorry to those who find it because you probably stumbled upon it by mistake thinking it was your old friend from high school or something.  Oh well, I swear from now on to be a better blogger.  Pictures may take some time.  The last time I pulled my camera out was when we went to Chicago to meet my new niece Delainie Adams and the only pictures taken were by Delainie's dad Spencer who thought that it was their camera.  That's how terrible I am, the cutest baby around whom I will never see enough of and I have no evidence of her existence to display around my house.  Luckily we made it out of their place with the pictures Spencer snapped stowed away on the camera.  Did I mention that those were pictures of a cake?!  Blogging is definitely for this gal.  But I will default to my latest and greatest excuse...I'm pregnant!

That's right ladies and gents, I'm preggers.  I thought it would be super awesome.  I keep trying to tell myself it is.  I don't want to be one of those women who complain non stop about being pregnant because I don't want to scare future mommies away, plus I truly am grateful for the opportunity to be thought worthy of carrying one of God's children so I don't want him to think I'm complaining at all!  But, sometimes the only way to deal with uncomfortable situations is to be a little humorous or in my case, sarcastic.

First off, you hear stories about morning sickness, but you can't fully appreciate the true misery of it until you've experienced it for yourself.  I always looked forward to getting sick in high school, although it meant 24 hours of uncomfortableness, it also meant sleep as much as you want, catch the new music videos (which still existed on tv way back when), popsicles, of course no school, and another day to put off your homework.  When you're pregnant, unless you're one of the blessed few who are so sick the bathroom becomes the place to be (and can we really say they are 'blessed?) you still must persevere through school, work, fulfilling responsibilities, walking, etc.  I was always just sick enough to be miserable but never sick enough to justify hiding in bed until the first trimester ended.  

Now that I'm in the glorious second trimester, new things have started happening.  My fat clothes are not fitting me.  Will I lament this part, no because I understand I have not just let myself go, I'm doing a wonderful thing but I will say that finding something that is both comfortable and stylish is very difficult, those pregnant women who manage to do it are amazing heroes of mine, but I just can't do it.  I went to the mall to find something pretty to wear and all I really wanted was a great pair of sweat pants!  Also, I have a billion pencil skirts which are now rendered worthless but I can't convince myself to pack them away.  I fear I will lose the motivation to strive to wear them again once I'm not pregnant if they're out of sight (out of mind)

Before I continue, I really do have to take a moment and gush about Tommy.  I'm sure there are several other men who are just as worthy of this title, but Tommy's my husband and so he's the most amazing husband ever in my book.  He literally did all the cooking, all the cleaning, all the laundry, all the grocery shopping (I kept trying but I'd get down the first aisle, take one good look at any item whether it was pickles or pretzels, and want to vomit every where so then I'd race out to the car...not worth it after 5 tries), would go out whether it was 11 at night or 7 in the morning and pick up whatever food item sounded bearable, and drew about a 100 baths for me for three months straight and still stayed married to me!  His patience knows no bounds and I'm really truly grateful for all that he did to help me through.

So that is only the beginning of life being pregnant, there are tons of other things like our apt. gets up to 84 degrees lately b/c of 110 degree heat indexes where we live which is miserable no matter who you are, I have the bladder the size of a thimble and just found out that 64 oz isn't enough in this heat for a pregnant woman, 80 - 100 oz is better, I have always laughed at those men who have the audacity to try and teach women how to ration their toilet paper use but have shamefully begun rationing mine by my own decision b/c otherwise we would go through a 24 pack in a week,  and my fingers are fat, something I didn't know was possible!  But I can now feel my little fetus moving which is such a blessing because it's always a reminder as if to say, "don't forget that you get me in the end!" and I really can't wait to meet him/her (we find out Friday!).  Tommy says it's grounded once it comes out for all that its put me through but we both know that we'll never let that kid out of our sight once we finally lay eyes on him/her.