No more shoes, bigger clothes? Seriously, WTF?

First, for all of you potty mouthed sailors, WTF stands for What The Frig :) I'm going to be a mommy, so along with my act, I've had to clean up my mouth, and apparently now my closet. I'm officially 18 weeks pregnant today, although my tummy still resembles that of someone who needs to have a BM. I admit that I am noticeably bigger, but not pregnancy bigger so much as muffin top bigger. Just in case you don't know what a muffin top is, it is when your jeans don't fit anymore, but you are in total denial, and then walk past a mirror and become suddenly aware that you look like you are a muffin that just came out of the oven, only you were supposed to be a cupcake. Although, I am desperately wanting to get out of this fat falling out over the pants phase, I still have several fat pants that I wore last fall that are baggy on me(the fall following a summer of living in a bachelor apartment in Edmonton, that didn't have air conditioning, with an oven the size of an easy bake - needless to say I gained about 20 pounds in a very, very short time)... However, the lovely weekly e-mail update that I receive to notify me of my ever changing body gave me another rude demand this week. The e-mail came from the same place as the one that got rid of my high heels last week. Last week Mr. Email man invaded my inbox and kicked my high heels out of my home like rotten meat. Now this week he has decided that my shoes weren't enough. First he stripped me of my wine, then my high heels and now he is stripping me! Literally! I quote, "Bigger, more comfortable clothes are a must now. Treat yourself to a new pair of shoes also in a bigger size, your feet will swell along with your body, and pick a low heel for extra stability as your belly grows." This is my WTF moment. You know Mr. Email man, I am not an idiot, nor am I turning into a Fatty Mc Fat Fat yet... Although, I do understand that some clothes are no longer appropriate on me, like the ones that give me a ninja boot (this is the same as the icky camel toe and yes momI know is very inappropriate to post on a blog that my employers, past and present, are probably reading, but it gets my point across lol). I don't think that I have to start wearing moo-moo's and sweat pants everywhere just yet (although the sweat pants are probably more appropriate to wear with the sneaks that Mr. Email man told me to wear last week). I'm wondering if I should reconsider my relationship with Mr. Email man. I think we may need to break up if he soon doesn't send me some good news, like drinking a glass of wine actually helps baby to grow brain cells. So for now, my relationship with Mr. Email man will remain on the rocks... Until next week my friends :)

Pink or Blue?

Patience is a virtue for most, but it is not a virtue that I possess. I have a problem with the waiting game, for anything... Maybe that's how I ended up pregnant just a few months after getting married (after the worlds shortest engagement)... I guess I just know what I want most of the time, and I usually want it now, which leads me to my current dilemma. I am tired of buying and looking at all things yellow and green. I want to buy things with puppy dogs, or things with butterflies on them, and with still over a week to go before we can find out if baby is pink or blue I am going crazy! (Shouldn't they have developed a pee test for this by now?)

Therefore, I want to take a vote amongst all of you blog followers on whether you think the baby will be a boy or a girl. To make your vote, just click on comments at the bottom of this article, click on post comment, write your comment in the box provided (don't forget to write your name), select anonymous in drop down menu and click post (much easier than it sounds).... It is my hope that you will entertain me while I twiddle my thumbs and play the waiting game.

I made sure to pole mama bear before she left on vaca and she is going with a boy. I, on the other hand, am voting for a girl (although I not so secretly hope that I have a boy first because big brother's rock!).... My dearest husband is vocally saying a boy, though our private conversations makes me believe that it is going to be a girl. Greg's theory is that "it takes a man to make a man," so we will see how this goes....

So please help to entertain me. I only have a week and a half to go and I pray everyday that the little bugger cooperates (no umbilical cord between the legs type of co-operation)... Of course, I know the purpose of the ultrasound is to find out if little bump is healthy, but it has good genes, so it has to be. Right? (you just leave me alone in my little naive world)...

So start voting!

P.S.
Thanks for taking the time to entertain me in my ever more frequent baby brain moments :)

These shoes were made for walking...but apparently not until after bump arrives

17 weeks preggers and this is what my weekly e-mail update tells me "Your growing uterus has shifted your centre of gravity and you've probably been feeling a bit off-kilter. Be careful and wear low-heeled shoes." Excuse me if I sound bitter, but I am already extremely clumsy and still a few days shy of four months, I really do not believe that it is time to trade in the foot wear already. Scanning through the new sears catalogs today (yes, this is how we shop in Petawawa, through catalogs, by phone and internet), I did finally accept that my feet would probably not be decorated in the beautiful strappies and glorious wedges that I have become accustomed to, but instead would have to spend the entire summer in my walmart flip flop's (and maybe a pair of those Greek inspired, goddess sandles), however, at 17 weeks I really didn't think that the world would be telling me to kick my shoe habit already - seriously, I have already given up so much! (what I would do for a prime time accompanied by a glass of wine, all while wearing my favourite skinny jeans that will no longer fasten over my little BM style bump).

While I am still attempting to embrace my pregnancy and really am enamored by the fact that I am growing a little bit of me and a little bit of dear husband, I have noticed that there are few pregnant women, or mommies who are like me. Although, I have yet to decide if they really are blissful expecting mommies, who enjoy every single back aching, itchy skin, constipated moment, or if they are just to scared how they will be judged if they are brutally honest about the changes their bodies are/went through and the fact that they will literally push a human being through their "mustn't touch."

Then again, as of late I have noticed that some people seem appalled at my honesty and others slightly terrified.... Good for me though, I have been fortunate enough to find at least one friend who sympathizes with my fears and complaints and what I have discovered as a new symptom of my growing little guacamole (it is still guacamole b/c my weekly e-mail update didn't give me a new object to compare it's size to and there are few things that I know of that weigh 140 grams). This new discovery is my inability to deal with BS (bless the little guacamole). BS has become my new aversion, like my aversion to garlic in early pregnancy, I now have absolutely no desire to talk to, listen to, or even be in the near vicinity of people who are 'full of it.' I think I have always been slightly this way, but I blame it on the hormones for the new lower tolerance.

However, for the most part, the past week has been pretty good prego wise (if you don't count the bloating). Hubby and I are getting more and more excited for our upcoming u/s and can't wait to find out if guacamole is a he or a she so that we can finally give it a proper name and with the exception of some roasted red pepper dip I made over the weekend, I seem to be able to eat anything and everything in sight. I am also going to start pre-natal yoga this week and can't wait! They say it helps in the end and I have my fingers crossed. I am also counting down the days until my Easter trip to NS to see all of my favs (although I shudder at the thought of how many of you are probably belly touchers).

What Immune System?

Week 16

Here is your first official blog update :) Things have been going good, if you think that extreme exhaustion, followed by a UTI (yes I just announced on the Internet that I had a UTI), followed by a cold that was accompanied by a headache that literally left me in tears is good. Really it hasn't been THAT bad. However, after making it through my first cold sans any medicine I can honestly say that post-prego I will never, ever, ever, ever go without NyQuil, DayQuil, vicks rub and anything else that is legal to ingest during a cold again.

Poor hubby had thought for a mere moment that my mood swings had slightly subsided until he received a phone call from his blubbering wife to come home because I was crying because my head hurt... How embarrassing (for the both of us)... But after some good advice, a bit of pampering from the husband, a visit from mama bear and fabulous co-workers I am now feeling a lot better... The UTI also went away, just about two days before I got the cold (100% cranberry juice is def. not what I use to drink in my cosmo's).

Now for the baby news :) I have had my first visit with my midwife who is a very fabulous lady and has completely reassured me about my care :) Plus, I will never have to see Dr. Elbows ever again :) Hubby also got to hear the heart beat at our last visit and after a moment of thinking it was twins (he heard my heart beat to), he was uber excited.

I am now just waiting to feel the little bump move for the first time, although I thought I did the other day, after mama bear gave me a big talk about what it feels like. Then I realized that I just had to use the bathroom :( Not the flutter I was looking for.

The baby's room is also getting more full, as I have started to buy all things yellow that are on sale and can't wait until we can find out what the little guacamole is (it is guacamole this week b/c my prego e-mail update said baby is now the size of an avocado, which I had to explain to hubby is the stuff that guacamole is made out of)... Last week it was half a banana. Only one more month and we will know if it is a he or a she and I will then announce the name :)

I am also suffering from severe baby brain and feel like a complete moron some days. It is really bad considering that I just started a new job and that this is the first impression that I get to give in the community... "Hi my name is Anna. Thanks for hiring me. I am pregnant, have a dog that keeps me up all night, and I am suffering from the mythical baby brain that would make me forget my head on days if it weren't attached."... but everyone there has been great and really understanding. Now I just need to kick butt on the rest of the organization of this conference....

Any who, I will post another update when I am feeling a little more whitty... but right now I need to go lay down. I had a craving for chocolate today while at Walmart and it just so happened that Easter chocolate was out.... I bought a JR. Mr. Munchy bunny, and although I only planned on having one bite I kind of ate the whole thing (ooops)... Baby needs to eat, right?

The Birds and the Bees

I heard all about the birds and the bees growing up - you know from TV and movies, yet even now I am not really sure what they mean by the birds and the bees and how that whole situation works, is it just about the flowers? or are the birds and the bees... well doing you know?

Well what I do know is that I never needed a birds and the bees talk, but it would have helped if my mom would have told me on the wedding night about the overly reproductive genes that seem to be passed around in our family, or about the history of twins that I somehow never knew about until after I was pregnant... because I trusted my reproduction to that warning that comes with birth control - that it can take up to a year to get pregnant after being on them for a prolonged period of time... Yes, I understand it said "up to." However, two months after leaving my pill prescription with the pharmacist to never be picked up again I did ultimate test.

Wayyy more scary than any exam I have ever written and just as hard as peeing in a cup! I peed on a stick... actually I peed on two just to make sure and low and behold I was pregnant (and I had a third just in case I needed it)... and I guess if you look at it my way, I passed the test (the one that you aren't really sure if you want to pass, partially due to the copious amounts of alcohol consumed only a few days earlier). YAYYYYY I got my first 100% on a test!

Now I am on the motherhood journey and while ecstatic that I get to procreate with the most wonderful person I have ever met (literally the man of my dreams), I shake my finger at all of those expecting moms who bask in the bliss of their pending arrival as they get their "glow," enjoy morning sickness and enjoy the growing list of people who want to touch their bellies, while I on the other hand I have pimples like I probably should have had during puberty, don't ever want to wretch five times a day again in my life and hate it when those unwelcome hands come to touch my bump, that to me still resembles what happens to my belly when I really need to have a BM (all you mommies know what a BM is).

However, despite all of my qualms about pregnancy (was it really necessary for the prenatals to be pink?), I am still very excited (and slightly terrified) about my pregnancy and wish to share it with all of those that I love and have come to the conclusion that a blog is much more fun than mass e-mailing :) I can also look at this over the months to come and blame my poor attitude, spelling, punctuation and anything else on want on "baby brain."

So this is a record of my pregnancy journey and I will attempt to update it regularly with pictures, rants, raves, and maybe even a few oogly googly mommy to be moments :)

Enjoy :)