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.