33 Weeks

Today I am 33 weeks pregnant, which means only 7 more weeks to go! Its really starting to get rough on me. I'm so uncomfortable, I no longer want to eat, and I have no clue what sleep is any more. Not to mention, my ribs feel like little one has a camp fire going on in there or something. They hurt so much that they are burning!

The best part is my mom gets on to me cause I can no longer keep my legs closed, and I don't mean like that. My belly has gotten so big I need to open my legs just to sit comfortable. Other then that there is really nothing new going on, except the belly is getting bigger and the kicks and punches are being replaced by rolls and stretches.

Baby is the size of a honeydew!

Things are heating up, baby may grow up to a full inch this week alone,

and his/her brain is developing like crazy. Pretty soon, he will be

able to coordinate breathing with sucking and swallowing.

Also, his bones are hardening, and he's starting to keep

his eyes open when he's awake.

If you really knew me...

Last night I had watched MTV's new show "If You Really Knew Me". It was really moving to see kids in high school willing to open up to each other and share who they truly are deep inside. Well, it got me thinking and I wanted to write a blog post related to this. So here it goes.

If you really knew me, you'd know that...

... ever since I was little I felt like I was an out cast. Not only at school, but within my own family as well. And as I've grown older I feel like I'm drifting farther and father apart from everyone. I'm always left out on family trips to the coast, outtings with the cousins, and even simple family dinners. I know a lot of it has to do with me being pregnant and I can't drink, but who says you need to drink to have a good time? Oh, wait...my family. And since I don't consume alcohol, pregnant or not, I feel as if I'll never be excepted by them.

If you really knew me, you'd know that...

... ever since my brother's fiance started coming around more and more I feel as if I'm no longer a daughter to my parents. When my parents were planning their 25th Anniversary Renewal, never once did my mom ask me for advice on anything. She always went to her. But what killed me the most was my own father didn't even ask me to dance, he danced with her a couple of times, even to father-daughter songs but never once asked me... He'll even give her hugs and always asks her how she is doing but completely ignores me when I walk through the door. I just wish I knew what it was like to have a father...

If you really knew me, you'd know that...

... after I had my accident last April, I secretly wished that my car did go off the bridge instead of slamming back into the center rail. At that time in my life nothing was going right. Everything was just piling up on top of each other and I just couldn't handle it any more.

If you really knew me, you'd know that...

... if it wasn't for Joel, I would probably be six feet under by now. I owe my life to that man. Not only is he my husband, and not only is he the father of my child, but he has become my best friend, my everything. I'm so grateful that I met him all those years ago. I love him with all my heart, and I don't think he truly knows that. But he will.

I have a confession...

Since joining the bump all those months back, I've come to learn of a little blog online called: "Enjoying the Small Things". It's about a family with two little girls and of their every day adventures. If you've never read it before I say give it a shot, its really touching and such a great read.

Anyway, after reading this blog for a few months I've come to realize that deep down inside I really want a little girl. The writer has posts about baking cookies with her daughters, and having mommy and daughter days. I miss those days with my mom. Yeah we still have those days of baking cookies, but now instead of a homemade recipe its a container of frozen dough and two spoons. The laughs are still there but the moment just doesn't seem to last as long.

I would love to have those moments with a daughter. To hear her laugh at the flour I have smeared across my face and have her run away as I reach over to smear some on hers. I want to be able to lay in bed all day watching Disney movies about Princesses who find true love, to paint toe nails and finger nails with little toothpick flowers. To play dress up and have tea party's. To gang up on daddy while he is relaxing on the couch and start a tickle fight. Oh, the moments I miss sharing with my mom that I would love to share with a daughter....

I do confess, I want a little girl more then anything right now. I would love to have a boy but to be able to share these moments, the same moments I shared with my mom, would be magical.

8 Months

Happy 8 months to baby Peanut. In a little less then 2 months I'll be able to hold that little bundle of joy in my arms. Also I've noticed every picture I take is always right after I get ready to go to work. Got to love the wet hair look. I also realized that shirt doesn't do me justice.

So we've had a pretty busy weekend. On Saturday was the baby shower. It was really exciting seeing all the family ooh and ahh over my every growing belly. To hear every one's predictions on what it's going to be. If I remember correctly the girls are still in the lead. Here I was so nervous about the baby shower and it turned out great. Only thing I wish my "best friends" would have been there to celebrate with me. My guess is that a twelve pack sounded a lot better to them.

There were tons of games. It was funny watching all my aunts and cousins yelling and fighting about answers. What made the day was when everyone started calling my Aunt Coke a cheater because she is a grade school teacher and knew all the answers to the games.

After the games it was time to open presents, which was the part I was dreading most. I hate when I'm center of attention. After the pile of gift wrap and tissue paper and basically covered the floor around me, Peanut now has a good start on a clothing collection and little toys and bottles.

Just wanted to say thank you to all my family members who made it out to celebrate baby Peanut with us. Thanks so much for all the cute clothing, bottles, diapers, toys, and other neat little odds and ins!

With the excitement of Saturday gone, it was time to get down to business. Joel, his mom, and older brother spent Sunday moving things in and out of bedrooms, vacuuming, and dusting. I tried to help but kept getting shooed out by everyone because of my belly getting in the way. Also, I was getting tired of the boys making fun of me because with every 5 minutes of work I did I needed 20 minutes to recuperate.

Finally after 2 long days of cleaning and moving Peanut and me are offically moved in. Now the only thing left to do is lay down and relax with a puppy snuggled in are arms.

So Nervous

I'm so nervous about the baby shower tomorrow. I really don't know why. Maybe its because I fear that by the end of the night I'm going to end up with 100s of bottles and 100s of oneies of the same size. Or it could be that I fear no one will show up, even though people are calling saying they will. Or maybe its the fact that I'm afraid that all the hard work we put into diy-ing the decorations only to get to the venue and have them fall apart.

Oh, I think I just made the knot in my stomach a little tighter with that last one. So that must be it. I'm nervous about the decorations. My dad spent all week gluing foam fish onto foam cubes only because the weekend before I only stuck them on with the sticky side then Monday morning fish were laying all over the living room floor. It looked like a under the water massacre had taken place in our living room.

So, cross your fingers theses things survive the drive in the back of my wagon. Cause I know if mom takes them there is no way they will even make it to the location. She wants to put them in the bed of her pick-up. I can only imagine following behind her swerving back and forth trying to dodge flying foam boxes.

31 weeks and a day

Its been awhile since I've posted and a lot has happened. On June 22nd we celebrated my mom's 50th birthday! Then the Saturday following that we threw a surprise luau party for her. Let me tell you my mom is the hardest person to throw a surprise party for. She never wants to leave the house on the weekend, we bascially told our grandma to drag her out of the house. But it all turned out great and she had so much fun. Hopefully I can upload some pictures of that soon.

Also we started our 2 week appointments. Little Peanut is doing fine, and apparently he/she is a "long baby". Now if you ever run into Joel ask him what the baby is, he'll make you laugh cause he mimics the doctor grabbing my stomach.

4th of July we didn't really do much but work on the centerpieces for my upcoming baby shower this Saturday. Mom also made homemade ice cream. In our family 4th of July isn't a celebration unless we have homemade ice cream.

Well, I think that's all that's happened so far. At least what I can remember...
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I thought I would start doing a survey for each week that passes, probably should have started in the begining but its better late then never.

How Far Along: 31 weeks, 1 day

Current Weight: 208lbs (from last appointment on the 29th)

Total Weight Gain: +3 at last appointment, total of 11lbs

How big is Baby: About 17" and 4lbs

Maternity Clothes: Been wearing dresses since I started to show.

Movement: Constant.

Stretch Marks: No new ones.

Sleep: Sleeping okay, having a hard time getting comfortable

Symptoms: Constantly running to the bathroom, I think I'm starting to get a taste of morning

sickness, pain in my stomach from Peanut stretching.

Food Adversions: Meat, haha

Food Cravings: Nothing lately, other then something cold cause its so hot!

Labor Signs: None, but I think Braxton Hicks are starting.

Belly Button - In or Out: In, I can still stick my finger in there but its starting to flatten out.

What I miss: Wearing high heels and fixing my hair up. Since being pregnant my hair doesn't hold styles very well.

What I'm looking forward to: Paying the crib off.

Best Moment this Week: Baby shower on Satuday.

Milestone: Feeling braxton hicks for the first time.