Over Analyze This

For those of you who know (and love) me in real life, you know that I'm a thinker. I sit and I think and think and think and over analyze and blow things up in my head. Well, my sleep situation is no exception.

Again, for those who know me (and may be jealous of me, ahem, MOM), you know that I can pretty much fall asleep anywhere at the drop of a hat. Even with my wonky rotating schedule this hasn't really ever fazed me. But ever since I've been with child, my sleep has been all jacked up. Well, I had a honeymoon period during the second trimester which abruptly ended this past weekend with a lot of tossing and turning and sleeping for only a couple of hours at a time.

The lack of sleep isn't even really THAT bad. What I can't help is the shitty headaches that appeared yesterday. Again, those that know me, know that I don't exactly make the best invalid. I usually am very bratty and spend most of my energy complaining instead of trying to get better. Apologies to my mom and The Bear who have to put up with me the most.

ANYWAYS, the whole point of this post is to try and cut my little nugget some slack. I'm not entirely sure that he/she is the root of this entire problem. Here is my proof. I finally slept yesterday evening before work and I woke up feeling pretty spiffy. I made it through my night shift as happy as a clam (even with all of the poop exposure) and now I'm STILL UP and I'm being a PRODUCTIVE MEMBER OF SOCIETY.

Or perhaps I'm just having a manic episode. Either way, it's probably time for bed. Hopefully it's a good nights/days sleep.

World's Worst Blogger

Is me. I've just been so busy. Blah blah blah, same excuses.

Anywho, I'm 30 weeks today! I never thought I would make it this far. Our little nugget is not so little anymore. My stomach is very rotund and it moves independent from my body a la Alien. It makes me grin no less than 100 times per day.

The Bear and I have been taking many baby related classes. It's been interesting. The last one was devoted solely to breast feeding, which I have to admit, I will be crushed if I cannot do this well. I actually have dreams about successfully breastfeeding my child. The benefits! The bonding! The SAVINGS!

Other than that, the nesting urge has totally kicked in. Many things have been purchased online, so hopefully we will really start to set up shop soon.

Sleep seems to no longer be on the agenda anymore. I've been up since about 4 AM. At 5, I started nudging The Bear and trying to converse with him. This was not welcome. So now I'm sitting in the basement ready to start on some Thank You notes from sweet gifts that we've started to receive. I will start to post some pics of the nursery when it actually starts looking less like a landfill.

Hell Hath No Fury...

Like a pregnant woman weighed. Oy. I have officially put on twenty-one pounds at 24 weeks of pregnancy. The good news is that most people don't believe that I weigh as much as I do. Nonetheless, I think some light weight lifting is in order. I just don't want to put on 80 lbs. That will require an awful lot of work in about 5 months to get back to my original weight before my 30th birthday and I just don't think I have that in me.

Not too much else is new except I am OBSESSING over where I will house this child once my womb is no longer adequate. Our house is great, but our 2 bedrooms are on 2 separate floors. I have been just wracking my brains trying to figure out if the baby should be on the main floor (carpet, ceiling fan, better temperature control) or the lower floor bedroom (bigger room, easier to decorate, quieter). I think I have it finally figured it out based on the fact that the kiddo usually rooms in with parents for a couple of months, especially if you plan on breastfeeding (I do). I will probably obsess for a couple more weeks before putting all of my plans into action...

It was a Dear Diary Moment this week when a complete stranger commented on my pregnancy! Yay! I finally look pregnant enough for people to not be afraid of just making offensive comments to a chubby chick! Everyone is commenting that I'm all belly and boob, but after some recent photos surfaced, I think that it's time to start lifting some light weights in the upper arm region. I am not liking what is developing up there.

Baby Bear continues to kick and squirm. Once I felt him/her ball up like a little worm! It is equally strange and awesome. I cannot believe that there is a little person in there that is half me and half The Bear. I just cannot wait to count fingers and toes. Oh those toes! How I cannot wait to pinch them!

Over the past weekend, while I was sleeping, The Bear was fondling my belly and Baby Bear was moving all around. Creepy! I told him that he's no longer allowed to do that. But I am very happy that he can feel our baby move. Actually a couple of my coworkers have felt my little nudger. Baby Bear either loves it or hates it when I drink something cold or a little coffee and usually delivers a couple of swift kicks in response.

Other than that, I'm just sort of cooling my heels here in pregnancy land...I'm enjoying the blissful energy that I have, daydreaming about rocking a newborn, and tweaking our registry. I have my 24 week appointment next week...nothing fancy, just pee in a cup, weight check, and doppler my belly. Oh and I will have to schedule my dreaded glucose tolerance test. Ugh, I've heard enough horror stories about this to keep me up at night. Stay tuned...

I Am Growing By The Minute

Sometimes I look down at my stomach and I swear that I am expanding before my very eyes. I haven't stepped on the scale lately. Last time I checked, I had put on about 14 lbs. I'm a little scared to jump back on and see how much I've packed on. All my new maternity clothes are still fitting and my old wardrobe is shrinking. It's my understanding that this is how things naturally progress.

I am feeling little kicks and punches here and there and I'm totally loving it. I often look down at my stomach and smile. When I'm walking around, people must think I'm totally insane because I smile to myself a lot. I am just so happy and I am truly loving be pregnant right now. Ask me how I feel around December 20th, though, and I might be singing a different tune!

I'm finishing little projects up around the house and I hoping to start on the nursery next month. I have a lot of things picked out in my brain and I am just waiting until this house business is done before I get cracking.

We are most likely not going to sell the house. We have about another month to keep it on the market and then we'll take it off so we can nest and get it prepared for Baby Bear. We are toying around with the idea of sprucing up the kitchen--backsplash, paint...easy cosmetic stuff.

The Bear was promoted at work--yay! But now he's even busier than before. But this is a wonderful thing. I am so proud! Other than that, I'm just working and growing and hoping to get organized.

I think I'm...

ready for my new body. Don't get me wrong, I am loving being pregnant. I feel so energetic. I imagine this is what cocaine feels like. Sometimes I have so much energy I could clean my entire house at 2AM. But I am not so pleased with some of the other changes. Like the cellulite covering my ass. Or just my ass in general. Or the bulging varicose vein in my left thigh that I happened to notice when I was wearing shorts whilst enjoying a nice summer evening. I guess I am ready for my full body Jobst stocking.

The Bear and I had our ultrasound last week. It was truly amazing. I cried the entire time. Baby Bear is a thumb sucker! He/she had hiccups, too. Oh, and in case you were wondering; Baby Bear also has The Bear's profile. Or at least I think so!

I'm starting to feel kicks and somersaults. A couple of nights ago, Baby Bear was so active The Bear could actually feel the movements for the first time. It was such a special moment. I'm tearing up just thinking about it.

Baby Bear's gender is a surprise. It was very difficult to look away from the screen in order to see if a teeny, tiny penis was present or not. I go back and forth in my head about if we are Team Blue or Team Pink. I honestly have no idea. Ninety percent of people I know think I am having a boy based on how I am carrying. I guess we'll have to wait until around December 26th to find out...

I've Gotta Feeling...

...and I'm pretty sure it's just gas. I am anxiously awaiting the first little flutter, nudge, or butterfly kiss from this kid and I've got nothing. Well, I thought I was feeling stuff, but now I'm not so sure. Soon enough Baby Bear will be keeping me up with his/her acrobatics in the middle of the night.

I am proudly growing more and more each day. The Bear was out of town for the weekend and he has noticed a difference in my tummy size in the two short days that he was away. Anything that I wear on my bottom half has to be maternity clothing or have a stretchy waistband. I'm pleasantly surprised by how comfortable most of my new clothing is.

In one week, The Bear and I get to see our little guy/girl again! The last time we had an ultrasound was at 10 weeks, but it seems so long ago! I just want to check out the baby's profile and make sure it doesn't have The Bear's nose :) Just kidding, it's a great schnoz...just on a boy.

The past couple of days, I have been alive with energy. I don't think I've been this productive in 10 years. It was a good weekend, although I really missed my better half. I'm happy he's back home safe and sound.