Bump update :: 32 weeks

Snack art: "Mom" by Radical #1

Happy Tuesday Lovelies!  I was supposed to post this yesterday but I spent 2 hours in court and that left me exhausted and irate.  Anyhoo, it’s been what…13 weeks since I did a bump update?  Well, obviously my mission of documenting did not go as planned.  And they ain’t lying when they say every pregnancy is different.  In the beginning I was all cocky and told myself “This is my 3^rd pregnancy so I got this!”  Yeah Jenn, you got nothing!  Man oh man do I feel helpless, frumpy, and dysfunctional. 

How far along: 32 weeks…AHHH!  8 more weeks!

Size of baby: A large jicama?

Total weight gain: 7 pounds and I’m kind of annoyed.  I just don’t understand how I only gained 7 pounds when I feel like I weigh a million.  I eat, honestly I do, so where the heck is it all going?  I’m really starting to believe that my crappy weight gain is the result of chasing after 2 banshees.  

Maternity clothes: Bottoms only and they are tight and uncomfortable.  I feel silly buying more maternity clothes when I have 8 weeks left.

Gender: Sweet baby boy.

Movement:  Lots.  Not sure but it feels like a mixture of him swimming laps, wrecking shop, hanging up some pictures, and tap dancing on my privates.

Sleep: Sucks.  I think I need a body pillow.  And it doesn’t help that I have to sleep at the foot (half on/half off) of my OWN bed because 2 little people think they own the joint.

What I miss: Moving and being able to bend over to pick things up.  Do you know it takes me days (sometimes weeks) to clean up the “play room” because the thought of having to bend over makes me exhausted?

Cravings: Peanut butter blossoms, iced pumpkin spice lattes, and kimchee saimin.  The saimin was on sale for $1 each and I was tempted to wipe out the entire inventory until I got “the look” from the Mister.

Symptoms: Swollen, out of breath, sore, back pain and I think the Radicals are taking advantage.  I feel like they tell each other “mom isn’t as fast as she used to be so what can we do to harass her?”  Let’s talk about swollen…not fun.  Cankles, elephant legs, and I can’t make a fist with my hands.  Can I take the swollenness from those body parts and shove them in my tatas?  Why am I the only pregnant person whose tatas doesn’t grow?

What I’m looking forward to: Birth day!  I know I said I have 8 weeks left but I think I’m going to schedule for earlier.  My due date falls on a weekday but I need to schedule for a weekend so the parentals can look after the Radicals.  I’m paranoid though because I keep getting this feeling that he’s on his own schedule and he’ll make a surprise entrance.

Tales of the whacko pregnant lady: I’ve always heard stories about crazy pregnant ladies and their food.  I consider myself a “sharer” when it comes to food and I’d always give the last of something even though I really want it.  Last week, the Mister ate the last of my Jamoca Almond Fudge ice cream and I blew a gasket.  I was so angry with him and nothing he offered could make up for him eating my ice cream; not even my beloved peanut butter blossoms.  Good Lord Jenn, it’s just ice cream…get over it.  Get over it I did, but it took me a day.  Sheesh!  True story.

Peace out!

Jenn.

12 weeks :: Pickles, nausea, & brain farts

Hi-dee-ho, friends!  I’m such a liar.  Or a procrastinator.  Or let’s just be honest here…I’m lazy.  I said last week that I’d see you next week which happens to be this week and well, the week is almost done and only now I’m checking in.

Okay, that long, run-on, no sense making sentence should prompt you that I’m not in the right frame of mind….but…

I’m sort of making an effort to do my bump updates.  It ain’t the best but I’m trying.

` I’m at 12 weeks.  Baby is the size of a lime.  Could that be why I’ve been such a sour puss lately?  Bwahahaha!  I crack myself up!  Anyhoo, I’m still uncomfortable with taking pictures of myself so I found this picture for you.  You're welcome.

 

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` I lost 4 pounds.  What?  Where?  In my big toe?

` I got to listen to baby’s heartbeat on Tuesday!  According to the doc, baby was very active!

` I’m what I would call “good for nothing.”  Wait a minute…I feed and bathe the Radicals but that is all.  Other than that, I really am good for nothing.  It could be because I’m lazy and tired and everything I do makes my body ache like I just ran some marathon or worked out like a mad woman.  I’m so lazy that I can’t plug my camera into my computer to show you pictures of our family day we had last Sunday.  We went on the boat and took the Radicals fishing which brings me to my next point of being good for nothing…

` I’m nauseated.  All.day.long.  And while on the boat, I, the person who never gets sea sick, was sick as a dog.  So yeah, nauseated all day, every day.  That must be my bachi (sp?) aka karma for not having sympathy for people who tell me they’ve had morning sickness that lasted all day.  It’s not like I was all “suck it up!”  I just never understood.  Well now I understand completely.  It sucks.

` The nausea (and all the other different things) are making me think that this is going to be a girl.  Oh please, please, please be a girl.  Gunfunit (aka gosh darn it)!  This waiting is making me crazy anxious.

` I’m obsessed with pickles.  What the what?  I hate pickles and I always thought pregnant people were crazy for being obsessed with pickles!  I never understood!  Ah, bachi again…

` I’m also eating fruits and soup and veggie sandwiches. 

` I’m done with soda.

` I’ve slowed down on the candy and coffee…that is a shocker!

Those last 4?  Those are the other changes I’m talking about.  When I was preggers with the Radicals, I ate crap food every day all day.  Coffee, candy, and soda were my go-to, make me feel better things.  I was a very unhealthy eater and I drank way too much caffeine.  I was talking with my girlfriend last week telling her of all these changes.  I also told her that I was very proud of myself for cutting back on my coffee and she was all “what, you drank coffee while preggers?”  And I was all “yep, all day every day.” And she was all “wow, now I can see why your kids are the way they are!”

Oh, and I opted for a blueberry dream instead of Starbucks on Tuesday.  That’s another shocker!  Like who are you and where do you come from?!  No Starbucks?  That’s saying something a lot.  I realize that wasn’t the best choice for a fruit smoothie but it was better than a venti caramel frappuccino.  Times 2.

Oh, and I’ve been going back and forth regarding my major.  Why all of a sudden am I indecisive?  I’m studying accounting but now I’m thinking public relations.  Uh huh….me, the person who has become socially awkward since I moved here plus my “good for nothing” thing going on.  Sure Jenn.  It could be the hormones thinking.

Oh, aannnnnd! I promise this is the last of the “oh, ands”.  The Mister’s dad is visiting from O’ahu.  I stole some pictures of the Radicals from him and look at how small they were.  And look!  Radical #2 was bald!  That is so hard to picture now that he has a crazy afro-puff going on.

Okay, so it took me 3 hours to write this post.  Between the Radicals needing something and my brain farts, I hope I didn’t bore you.  I ain’t promising anything but I’ll try my hardest to get it together because I have lots to tell you.  But until then, wishing you a happy Thursday.  Or what’s left of it.

Peace out!

 Jenn.

Oh, hey there!

We’re in July!?!  Gosh, when did that happen?  That means the year is now going to fly past us and by the time you know it, we will be celebrating Thanksgiving, Christmas, and a New Year.  Did I just get a little too ahead of myself?

I was supposed to post this on Monday but I’ve been….tired and uneasy and emotional.  This past week has been a whacko one.  From last Friday’s episode to spending 3 hours back and forth from the courthouse to the police station to living like hermits because I’m trying to avoid another confrontation from the neighbor.  Speaking of the neighbor…

I want to apologize for Friday’s negativity.  I realize now that I could have handled it in a different, more civilized manner but man does that guy know how to get me to my boiling point.  I realize that by me blowing up, did not help the situation.  I let him get to me and I let my emotions bring out my ugly side; a side that I am not proud of.  I let him win by showing him that I let his shenanigans get to me.  I also re-learned to not write a post (or anything) when I’m angry.  Or if I do, I should let it sit for maybe a day and then come back to it when I’m calm.  Okay, moving on…

I can’t believe I’ve been blogging for one year!  Does that mean it’s my blogiversary?  Does that mean I get to eat cake?  As I was going through my past posts, I realized that most times I sounded like a complete nut-job.  I know I could have posted more but they ain’t lying when they say blogging is time consuming.  And besides, I was a baby fish just learning to swim in Blogland.  Baby steps.  During the past year I learned a lot, grew as a person, been part of an awesome community, met stalked some fantastic people, and met some new friends.  Okay, maybe to me they are “friends” but they may have a different opinion…haha!  So thank you thank you Blogland for keeping me sane, making me laugh out loud, and slowly yanking me out of my comfort zone.  Thank you to all my Lovelies and for you others who read my ramblings.  And to those who get a kick out of reading.

And lastly, a baby bump update with zero pictures.  Oh come on, I feel very awkward taking pictures of myself.  Give me some time…

`I’m at 11 weeks. 

`Baby is the size of a fig.

`I’m glad to welcome back home cooking.  It no longer “tastes like chemicals.”  Did I forget to mention the chemical thing last week?

`I’ve been having some really bizarre dreams.

`I’m really tired.  Lazy.  Exhausted.

`Very sensitive and emotional.  You can’t say anything to me without me picking it apart and over-analyzing.

`You can now trust me with your Cookies & Cream.  I’ve moved on to fudge bars.

`Intimacy has taken a turn for the better.  TMI?  Sorry.  But that is how I got to growing a human.

That’s all for now, Lovelies!  I’m slowly getting out of this funk so I’ll be back next week!

Oh wait one more thing!  What’s up with this ugly, rainy, windy weather?  I thought it was supposed to be summer?!?  Okay, that is all.  Promise.

Jenn.