Every conversation I've had lately has always been "when I was pregnant with my first," or "I remember being pregnant with Madison," or "this pregnancy...."
Pregnant, Preggo, Pregnant monster, Preggers, Pregnant! Triple P! Pregnant! Pregnant! Pregnant!
Oooooh... it makes me tired. Ppppp.. puh... preg... I can't say it anymore without my tongue falling out of my mouth.
Today I am 28 weeks cookin'.
We aren't finding out if it's a boy or girl.
I haven't had any weird unusual cravings that's lasted more than two weeks. Sure, I've done the Big Texas Cinnamon Roll from the vending machine. I was an addict for almost 2 weeks. Then after that it was the little Snack 'ems Pickles, then Ice Cream for breakfast, then Spicy Food for less than a week, and most recently carrots and celery. But we are past all that now. All I can think of is NO FAST FOOD. Yuck. Icky. Blah. Poopy. Keep that stuff awaaaaay from me. I'm starting to turn on sweets too. I didn't even eat my cookie after dinner from Chino Bandidos (if you haven't been you gotta check it out. It's mexican-chinese and so yummy. Kids eat free. My fav is the #7Q with REF & W. If you don't know what that is you are missing out. Run your little toosh over to Chandler/Dobson. They were featured on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives.)
So like I was saying. Nothing crazy with the food thing. I do love my ice and ice water, now that it's warming up. Yesterday was the FIRST day I actually starting feeling uncomfortable. You know that feeling of no-matter-how-you-sit-you-just-can't-get-comfortable? It's absolute heaven, heaven! when I get to walk around. I'd rather stand than sit. And I'd rather be stretching in my office than sitting or standing.
I feel like I was on the fast track up until now on how big my belly was. Now the growth seems to have slowed down a lot. I even had a friend who commented, "You're not even that big!" Up until yesterday I was kind of thinking the same thing. But not to worry! I've still got THREE whole months to go!
Since we don't know what we are having, I'm not stressed about anything; the room, nor the clothes, nor the sex, nor.... well anything. Sure I've given it some thought on how we will divy up the rooms and who will sleep where but it's really not that big a deal. I think that's the beauty of not really knowing if it's a boy or girl. I really do have no idea what it will be. Sometimes I think, "oh, it's definitely a girl," but a month later I will think, "it's definitely a boy." So this is fun! I like it.
I've been extremely irritable lately. Like I was with Madison. Snapping at my co-workers and stuff. Being irrate over everything. You know how it goes. I turn into Bianca the Beast. Funny how hormones can take such control. And I feel like I have no control... that I just have to let it run it's course. So in advance I apologize if I seem dissinterested, grumpy, snappy, or short. It's really not me... I hope.
That's been the pregnancy in a nut shell. Nothing very exciting, just people looking at me like I'm a crazy woman for having two small kids and being pregnant. Come on people. It's not that hard. I've learned to juggle with my eyes closed, one hand, upside-down. Seriously. I think in the back of my mind, bring it on! To my husband's credit though, he makes it all possible. I could not do what I do without him.
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