So I'm at a point in my pregnancy I'd like to coin "FrEaKiNg OuT Mode," and I figure it's time for a preggo update...although I'm not sure I have any recent pictures of my belly since sometimes the last thing I want to do is photograph the very thing that has caused me to cut the elastic out of all my favorite Eddie Bauer flannel pajama pants. I'm just saying. I loved those pants.
So here's the update, in the form of a numbered list detailing the stream of consciousness I've experienced lately regarding my pregnancy:
1) I feel so blessed to have the opportunity to enjoy pregnancy, and I cannot wait to meet this little guy! I think he's going to be really cute. And really cuddly. And that makes me smile.
2) Yesterday it dawned on me that I am only TWO AND A HALF months away from giving birth to this little dude. Two and a half months. That is shorter than summer. I stared at the Hubs in shock when I revealed this news, and he just looked excited. I almost wet my pants. Because I have no idea how to give birth, and all those years of watching TLC's A Baby Story in middle school are of no comfort to me now.
3) Fortunately, we start our childbirth prep classes tonight, and I'm hoping they tell me everything I need to know about what's going to happen 2 1/2 months from now. The weird part is, we have to bring our insurance card, a pillow, and a blanket. A pillow and a blanket? If they're going to make me lie down on some nasty tile floor in the middle of a hospital classroom, I'm going to have to bring some Clorox wipes and hand sanitizer too. And if you know me well, you know I'm not joking. And I'm not.
4)I keep thinking about that sweet little baby boy and what he will be like as a newborn. I'm convinced he's going to have his daddy's hair and eyes, which I'm totally ok with, seeing as how I think his daddy has the most handsome hair and eyes in the entire world.
OK, so there's not a lot of hair there, but I'm just saying. I also keep thinking about how fast newborns turn into big, sturdy babies, and how fast those babies turn into rolling crawling babies, and how fast those babies turn into walking, running babies, and how fast those babies turn into little kids who don't like to take naps and can understand what you and your husband are spelling out to one another across the kitchen table, and I am committed to relishing every minute I have with this little guy because I know he won't be little for long. Like that book called "Let me Hold you Longer"...have
mercy, I cry almost every time I read that book. I'm going to soak up every minute I have with my little man, except for maybe passing a few dirty diapers on to his daddy because I woman can only handle so many dirty diapers in one day.
5) Hokey Pete, am I ever
hungry. Like right now. But also all other times of the day. Last night, in an effort to really impress the hubs, I made meatloaf and mashed potatoes and green beans. The hubs went back for thirds. I had seconds, and then proceeded to bake and eat 3 brownies and a bowl full of Frosted Mini Wheats. And I was
still hungry.
Are you kidding me?!? This diet is NOT going to help me in the post-pregnancy summer swimsuit hunt, folks. Not at all.
6) To make matters worse, as I was sitting there downing my 6th meal of the evening in front of the TV watching American Idol with the hubs, I began scrutinizing guest judge Posh Spice's neck. Her neck. What the heck? But I was. She has a very defined neck and jaw line, that lady. I can tell this pregnancy weight gain is getting to me, because the next thing out of my mouth was "She's just
so...skinny! It looks like you could just put her over your knee and snap her in half." And the worst part is, because she is
just so skinny, while I sat there stuffing my face with those Mini Wheats, I kinda did want to just put her over my knee and snap her in half. Only a little bit though. Just a little. And the hubby looked at me and laughed. Really hard. And said I should blog about my feelings towards Posh on American Idol and her little neck. And I decided I would. And then the moment passed, and I went back to my cereal.
7)But I mean, seriously. Look at that neck.
8)Today I have to go up to the lab at my OB's and get a glucose test, which means I drink a lot of orange flavored sugar and then wait for an hour reading germy lobby magazines and then go back to get my blood drawn. It's actually a momentous occasion for me, because it's the first time I'm being a big girl and going to the office without moral support in the form of the Hubs or my sister or my mom. So hopefully I can handle it. We'll see.
9) Next week I venture to my OB's for my last 4 week appointment...I'll be heading in every 2 weeks after that because, folks, it's almost game time. And we could use all the help we can get.
10) Last but not least, I can't possibly do a pregnancy update without bragging on my ridiculously wonderful husband. The Hubs has been amazing since day one when I told him we were pregnant to day 16 when we crawled onto a cruise ship despite my morning sickness and sailed through the Caribbean for 7 days and nights with me complaining about smells and food and the way the sun was hitting my face, to making me pb&j's after we've already crawled into bed, to double checking to make sure I turned off the stove after we've already crawled into bed, to letting me take naps every Sunday afternoon...and Saturday afternoon...and Friday afternoon..., to now when he reassures me that everything is going to be OK two and a half months from now and I can do it. Sigh. He is my hero. And he's not too shabby lookin' either.
So that's about where I stand at week 26, going on 27 with my pregnancy. Freaking out because its getting so close, going a little nuts because how the heck will I ever fit back into any of my clothes, and thanking the Lord for this incredibly opportunity to enter into the world of parenthood.
Now I'm off to do some laundry. Believe it or not, I am almost all caught up, and will post pictures as soon as that mountain has been climbed. I know, I've said it before. But this time it's true. I think it has something to do with the fact that this baby is going to be here in two and half months whether I'm ready or not...nesting, anyone?!
We're meeting once a month to eat. Oh, I mean, to eat and talk about whatever book we read for that month. And the best part is that we're having dinner each month based on the theme of the book. I'm hosting the first meeting at my house, and we're reading Beneath A Marble Sky , a book about the building of the Taj Mahal. I'm going to google "rent a tiger" and see if I can get one here for the dinner. Not to eat. Just for ambiance. You know, set the mood. It should be a good time. If you're in the area and interested in joining, get a hold of me and I'll get an invitation to you. We're looking for a group of about 8-12 ladies, and we're a little over half way there. Call me, facebook me, or email me. You do not want to miss out on my Book Club clip art. Trust me.
So we're at the grocery store, and I'm walking around in my velour. Unfortunate. It is important to note that the Hubs is not a fan of me venturing out to the grocery store in pajama-like lounge wear based on his argument that "Honey, you just never know who you might run into, and are you sure you want to see them in your pajamas?" I have given up trying to explain to him the different between pajamas and velour. They are simply not the same thing. But I pick my battles around here. Lucky for me, since I've gained the weight of an elephant in the past 6 months, he's backed off the "put some real clothes on" train and is just happy to see me off the couch without a bowl of ice cream in my hands. 
