Baby Bump Wednesday: Week 14

We spent a large part of this last week in Utah visiting family and friends and enjoying our mothers for Mother's Day. I spent a large part of the day thinking about how next year I'll have an 8 mth old. I'll be a mom. Like, with a real live baby and stuff. Who eats and poops and cries and all that stuff. My family is excited of course, this will be the first grandchild on my side, which ohmigosh, my parents are going to be grandparents. And they don't even have grey (for the most part) hair. Maybe they will soon.

Speaking of grandparents, I had a fun little encounter with my grandma, my mother's mom. I went to pick up my mother who had been working in my grandma's yard, and the first thing my grandma told me was that my boobs are bigger. Then she went on to talk about how they grow, and your husband thinks that they are his "personal play things", and "I was always more sensual than your grandfather, but I didn't marry anyone else, did I?"

And what do you say to that? Hmmm.....yes.....well, yeah, I did have to buy a new bra last weekend...

She followed this talk up with a sigh and said, "I miss him. I miss him so much. It's just not fair." And what do you say to that? We all miss him, but of course not nearly as much as she does. It made me grateful for Caleb and for the father he will be. Grateful for everything he does for me.

Like fix me smoothies and buy me A&W Root Beer. And suffer through my pregnancy hormones.

Speaking of which, those are serious, those hormones. On Monday I decided to get "P.S. I Love You" at the RedBox after I picked up some groceries (more like an entire cart full) since Caleb was still in Utah, and what else would I do? Turns out the only thing I'd be doing that night was crying. It seemed like I was either in the middle of crying, wiping away the last tear, or starting with a fresh batch, the entire movie. I wish I was kidding. The blanket and pillow I was using were completely soaked. If something even remotely sad or touching or uncomfortable happens, all Caleb has to do it look at me, and I burst into tears. He's going to be so used to it by the end he won't even notice. Like every women out there cries when they forget to turn on the oven.

My baby is officially 4 inches long, which is bigger than Caleb's fist. We measured. Most sites said that I should start showing this week, and I think I might be, but I don't know, this Dreaded Bloat is still constant. Gas Baby or Real Baby, I've rediscovered and fallen in love again with gauchos. How great are these pants? I feel sort of guilty wearing them, they look dressy but I feel like I'm wearing pajamas all day long and I LOVE it. I think I'm going to have to add to my collection.

I have an announcement. I haven't woken up to pee in the middle of the night once this last week. Granted, I wake up in the morning and have to make a mad dash for the bathroom, but! A full nights sleep! Consequently I'm feeling much more rested and more energetic, which is good because I have a new Mother's Day present that just arrived today and I need to start using it. (Pictures to follow tomorrow...right Caleb? He's putting it together while we watch Ellen's Mother's Day Expectant Mother's show, and why was I not there? Free cribs and baby gear? And look at all these hot mama's! I think Caleb's secretly enjoying it...)

The rest of this week and weekend are supposed to be hot, like, 100's hot, and I'm already starting to understand how miserable this summer is going to be. I foresee lots of ice and cold foot baths, as my hands and feet are the first things to swell up, always have been. I also foresee our electric bill going up just a wee bit, I'm currently praising our white trash window air conditioner. We were already planning on moving it into our room so that we wouldn't freeze the baby, but I think it's going to be moved a bit earlier than planned. Like, tomorrow. Or how about right now? Right now sounds good...

That looks like a bit of a bump, doesn't it? Plus a bit of bloat...I hear that it doesn't last the entire pregnancy, and I'm patiently waiting for that to happen. Any day now.

Oh, also? What's up with the stuffy / runny nose thing? How come I was never informed of this before? I'm just now reading how common it is, and I constantly feel like I'm getting over a cold. I have to admit something: this is the first time I've ever blown my nose while Caleb was in earshot. Partially because I really don't get sick that often, but mostly because...I just can't do it. I've been forced to though, and I don't like it. Not one bit. I'd like to take it up with someone, I just don't know who. The inventor of Pregnancy?

Hmm. That may be a little difficult. I don't think he'd pay much attention.

Comments

[Heather]

The gaucho is a lovely thing, especially the flared leg ones. Me likey.

Oh and as for the stuffy nose business? I guess I never noticed it enough to be worth mentioning. That is because I have allergies and that means that Ryan has heard me honk my horn WAY too many times. It is a sweet thing, you trying to keep that stuff private. That is what keeps couples "good". Not being so obvious that we all are nasty beings and trying to keep some things sacred. One of mine is that I CANNOT nor WILLNOT smell around him. I shower, all of the time. The man always tells me I smell so good. I can't go messing up a good thing.

Geez, that comment got WAY off track. Sorry...I'm done.

Hope you had fun in UT.

You suck that I didn't get to come see you.

That's all, I'm done. :)

[Tanner]

Are you sure it's not just a food baby?

[turleybenson]

Hey, I keep forgetting to tell you. Firstly, yes, gaucho all the way. This will be, for me, the Summer of Gaucho.

ALSO the whole breathing thing? Yeah, I didn't know that either. But now, I sleep with Breathe Right strips every single night. Just be happy we have modern technology on our side. Those things are lifesavers.