Sunday, November 20, 2011

week 16 day 3

When would I ever write if I didn't have RLS often?

We get to hear the little babe tomorrow.  As always, we're hoping for good news and then we'll start telling family because, let's face it, we're at 16 weeks and I'm ready to start complaining to someone other than Mike! 

Just kidding.  But jokes aside, I do despise being pregnant.  I've finally hit the point where I'm out of breath often.  Usually just if I eat a lot of food, but I'm pregnant, so I eat a lot of food.  I have dreams where the baby's dead because I laid on my back all night.  My clothes don't look great on me but I really don't want to buy new clothes either.  But I should.  Looking back on the first pregnancy, my normal clothes don't look so good when I have a belly.

I'm excited for K to be a big sister.  She loves babies and I think she's going to love having one around all the time.  I just hope she'll be gentle. 

Oh, and I'm pretty sure I've felt the baby a few times in the past few days.  I love being a "veteran" mom and not being as scared/crazy/worried and knowing more of what to expect.  It really helps me sleep well at night ... when I don't have RLS.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

pregnant photos up to 14 weeks

It's not really a week 2, week 3, etc type of photo order, but you can pretend it is.  The first photo is definitely week 2 and the last photo is definitely week 14.

an attempt to hide that I'm pregnant ... I just look bloated three times over

I'm starting to get a little worried.  I don't think I was this big last time at week 15.  I think it's more of what I looked like at week 20-something.  Yikes.

And it's kind of funny to me.  We're not really planning to tell many people we're pregnant until week 20ish ... so if this is what I really look like, walking around, are people even slightly curious why my belly is so big?  Because if I were them/you, I would definitely be wondering what was going on with me.

week 14 day 2

I crave sushi.  I think it's because I know I can't have the ones I really want but I think about it on a daily basis.  In fact, I even go to Happy Sumo's menu online and dream of what I'd eat if I could.  Mmm, all the raw goodness.

I had a rough day yesterday, emotionally.  I tell Mike all the time that I can't wait to be not pregnant or breastfeeding because I hate the rollercoasters it takes me on.  So Mike wanted to take me to Happy Sumo.  We went and it was a 45-minute wait at 9:30 at night!  But Mike hadn't eaten dinner (I had eaten at least two dinners) and Katie was fast asleep at home so we decided to wait it out. 

We went outside into the 40 degree weather and stood under a little pavilion thing that had heaters.  It was the warmest place outside because the roof kept in some of the warmth.  We stood on a bench to get closer to the heaters and it was perfect.  We played hangman on my phone for about 20 minutes and it was good just to be out of the house, away from responsibility.  I think we all need that every now and then.

We ended up deciding to go inside and just as we walked in, our names were called!  I ordered a Mango Mamma Roll.  It's always sounded gross ... tempura shrimp, cream cheese, topped with mango, coconut, and a fruit sauce.  Fruit on a sushi roll?  Yuck.  But on a whim, I tried it last time we were there and it is amazing!  I've thought about it daily ever since.  Of course, I don't get the coconut on top but it's so perfect.  It's fruity with a slight reminder that it's actually sushi.  And the best part?  It's pregnant-lady friendly - no raw meat! Mmm.

I love sushi.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

week 13 day 7

Curse you, RLS.  K woke up in the middle of the night, I felt bad that I let Mike get up with her, so I got up too, knowing that I may not get back to sleep for hours.  And that's exactly what happened.  I'm wide awake at 4 am.

It's funny how it's only really been about 12 weeks of pregnancy and I already can't remember what it's like to not be pregnant.  I do, however, remember what it's like to be sleep deprived for the first 5 weeks of K's life and I don't know if I prefer that or not.  Eh, probably not.  This sleep deprivation is bad enough.

K learned to say "book" yesterday and she loves sitting on the toilet and asking me for a book.  She puts her hands out and up, like she's wanting me to put something in her hands, and says "booo..." with a very soft "k" sound.  Adorable.

Being a mom is the best.