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week thirty four

Posted on January 20, 2012 by | 3 Comments

Lets play a game of “What Sucks Worse?”

  • Being pregnant and catching the flu the plague a cold, not being able to take any OTC remedies, being knocked completely on your ass by said flu plague cold, and being left to wonder how many more gallons of mucus its possible for your nasal passages to produce and hold.
  • Craving a bean and cheese burrito so bad that you are dreaming of truckloads of them, but not being afraid to eat one because the heartburn you get just from the thought is enough to make you nauseous. But then even water is heartburn inducing at this point so I guess its more of a matter of is this so delicious its worse the insane fire esophagus?
  • Being exhausted and wanting needing sleep but not being able to get it because it hurts to lay in any one position too long causing you to toss and turn constantly which is in the end not at all conducive to sleeping and in fact makes you that much more tired.

I have not yet been able to determine which of the above is worse. I’m not sure that I’ll be able to. We’ll just call it a draw…

Welcome to 34 weeks. Blech.

A week later and the cold is pretty much gone. Now my usually crappy sinuses (which end up being downright shitty to me when pregnant) are just doing the cleanup work of getting rid of all the congestion. Seriously, how much snot can a body make in a one week period? If you have an answer, I’d love to know. And while you’re at it, find 10 synonyms for mucous and I’ll bake you a batch of oatmeal cookies.

The bright spot in my week was a surprise baby shower thrown by my friend Kecia last week. Its amazing to feel loved, isn’t it? I walked in the door and saw all my friends and family standing there and burst into tears, true estrogen overload style.

I didn’t remember to take any pictures at all, and true to procrastinator form I forgot until the very moment I sat down to write this post that I never did ask anyone to email pics to me like I’ve been meaning to all week. So be on the lookout for those next week.

The obsessive need I’ve had for months to go buy every baby thing in the world in preparation for Baby has slowed, if not disappeared all together. Now we’re working on figuring out where to put everything because I forgot how much stuff babies have. It does my heart good though to look and see shelves full of diapers and bags (that are yet to be unpacked because of the previously mentioned cold) full of accoutrements.

Despite having planned/vowed to get going on the quilt, I still haven’t. If I don’t get a move on now, I’m going to be hand stitching that thing at the hospital between contractions. I guess its doable as long as I’m not having to push out a one year old. Because that would just be downright scary.

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week thirty

Posted on December 28, 2011 by | Leave a comment


{this week’s photo shoot brought to you courtesy of Kaleb Kammerzell}

Merry Post Christmas and Happy Late Holidays, friends!

Not that you’re probably keeping track, but yes – this post is obscenely late. I am now more than halfway through week thirty-one. Nevermind that though. I’m pregnant and get to run on my own schedule. March to the beat of my own drum and all that.

According to TheBump, Baby is the size of a squash this week. A squash that has a foot permanently jammed into my bladder all the time now. Which is fine. Its done all in love, I”m sure. ;)

The craziness of the holidays kicked in last week and overwhelmed me which in turn made me dig in my heels and refuse to do almost anything. Such as cooking. Or cleaning the house beyond absolutely necessary duties. Seriously. I was even that person who put off wrapping gifts until Christmas Eve this year.

The intensity of my cravings has been increasing daily. During an absolutely lovely afternoon siesta, I dreamt of laying in the back of a pickup truck full of Cheetos and stuffing my face. Something that would never happen in real life because A) that would just be bad and B) I hate getting food on my fingers. Can you imagine me covered in messy orange spray-on cheesy crap? Ick.

I made some of these the other day and Holy Chocolate. They were yummy but by the time they were done being baked and frosted, this preggo was so sick to death of chocolate smell that I could only eat one. Now that we’re days past the Chocolate Overload, I’ve been eying the ones we have left and I’m pretty sure I can manage to devour a couple (or four). You should definitely make them. Be sure to have milk on hand though.


{ I won’t be wearing those jeans anymore, lol }

I’m having trouble fitting in my pants. And when I can get them on, they won’t stay up. Those secret fit belly pants are fantastic until your stomach is actually sticking out twice as far as your butt. Knowledge to file away and share with any friends who may be considering getting pregnant in the near future. I’m sticking to leggings, maternity hose and dresses-as-tunics. More more comfy and alot more stretchy.

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week twenty-nine

Posted on December 16, 2011 by | Leave a comment

{ yes, i totally copied the idea for this pic from here }

Week 29 seems to be the week of the weird ass dreams. They are constant. And so ridiculous, I can’t help but laugh to myself every morning as I recall them. I’m going to have to start keeping a dream journal. This stuff is going to make me rich one day.

This week thetheater formerly known as Nikki’s Brain, is showing:

Trials of Our Lives – A soap opera style nightmare in which I am standing trial for committing a heinous crime against an unnamed victim. I’m not sure if I should be happy(for me) or sad(for them) that two of my closest friends were standing trial with me. Lol.
The One Who Swallowed A Fly – Picture a live action version of the children’s story book with me playing the role of the Old Lady.

This week the scale at the doctor’s office jumped to number one on the “Things I Love” list. After the mild reprimand at our last appointment about the amount of weight I’d gained since Thanksgiving, it was nice to hear that I hadn’t put on any weight this time. Not that I’m stressing hard over weight gain but it is nice to have a small reprieve from the slowly upward motion of the numbers on the scale. Baby is doing great. The kicks and jabs are segueing into more rolling, shifting movements which just feels weird. I’m fascinated with watching my belly – its not unheard of to find me sitting on the couch with my shirt up staring at the dancing lumps and knobs while yelling for Harry and Kaleb to “hurry, come look!”

The belly is getting big. Not giant “OH MY GOD SHE’S GOING TO POP!” big (yet), but big. I’ve lost my already poor sense of depth perception which coupled with the shifting center of gravity I’ve got going is throwing off my balance like crazy. The other day, I was walking through the house and turned around to say something to Kaleb – who made the mistake of following too closely, and pretty much smacked him in the head with the belly. Oops.

I’ve also had to start calling for help to wrestle my boots on in the morning because the bending that is required to get them up my calves is enough to cut off oxygen flow to my brain and make bring me perilously close to passing out. Its probably in everyone’s best interest that I reclaim the recliner and only move from it when absolutely necessary.

My hormones are on line and alive lately. Most specifically: rage. The day we left for Vegas, I lost my sh*t on a poor unhelpful customer service rep. I’ve been in customer service and have gotten yelled at by customers before – its not fun but it happens. Don’t mess with a cranky pregnant lady just hours before she’s supposed to hop a flight and hightail it out of town for a much needed weekend of R&R. Seriously. You try to not go all crazy psycho after an hour and a half of being put on hold and transferred from department to department to finally be told that the problem can’t be taken care of. After my psycho rant, I was finally transferred to a female tech and she managed to fix the problem in less than five minutes. Hmmm.

Luckily my guys are taking the crazy mood swings in stride. Happy to sad to mad to tears and back again. Such is the life, right?

I thought this picture is from day 32 but Harry has assured me that today is day 30. Which means the above picture is from day 22. Which means last week’s picture date is off. Another oops. Its hard to count days when you’re busy counting weeks till D-Day. I’m still loving the beard – except for the fact that I can’t see his dimples anymore. But they’ll be back. He’s bringing the shaving kit to the hospital in Feb. ;)

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