Ain't No Supermom

Category: pregnancy

  • So, Bob is a….

    So, Bob is a….

    2 items of note:
    1) Weeman met his fate as middle child.
    2) the pink and blue globs of goodness are supposed to balloons. I hope.

    We had a little gender reveal mini party with my parents and in laws, and sweet Uncle D. It was the most  fun I had in a loooong time. Such a sweet memory for all of us.

    I guess my mom guessed right? She and my mother in law had gifts for the baby “on a hunch”. Crazy huh?

  • death by crackah.

    Any time I say the word I always picture a blingged out gangsta call me one. So I had to pass along that little visual. You are welcome.
    I have polished off my 3rd box of crackers in a week. Whoa Blimpie. And I really wonder why my thighs are getting all blubbery?
    Just a quick update for everyone who is biting their nails on the sidelines re: my m/s. {insert sarcasm}
    I am alive-barely. It has been a really tough week. Started out AMAZING. Mon/ Tuesday felt like a champ. Yesterday I was flat on my back for the whole day. Sick/ nauseous, pink eye, and other girl issues.  Oh the joy! I am pretty sure my husband is just totally fed up with me. I look like something a cat threw up all day, every day. and when I am not moaning and rocking myself to sleep, I am trying to not barf up crackers. Even though most of you say I “should”. I would feel “so much better”. I call the bluff. My nose doesn’t shut off properly for take off, (if you know what I mean), so I will never feel better after upchucking.

    Back to my husband. He is my all star. I am so thankful to have someone who can love me and take care of me like this. Because I would, but I’d give the side eye. And huff and puff. I am super mature like that.

  • Giddyup

    Giddyup

      It has been a long time since I have been in this rodeo.  
                   We will be meeting again soon because Little Stink & Weeman are each going to be a:
    That is riiiiight! We are so beyond ecstatic and thankful for the chance to be parents yet again.  A blessing undeserved and beyond appreciated. Baby # 3 is due at the end of January (I think).  I am delaying the doc appt. until insurance changes because I am cheap like that, and don’t want to pay out of pocket for all the tests and u/s. 
    You know what this means right? I start melting and turn into a bonafide crank. How am I feeling? Why I thought you would never ask. 
    Gross. Seasick. Fat. Bloated. Fat. Barfy. Fat. Nauseous. {repeat all.day.long.}
    All good things according to the mystery pages of google. 
    So far my Volvo has gotten with the program James Bond style. Being the overachiever she is, I already look 4 months knocked up. The baby weighs 10 pounds nothing, and looks like some unidentifiable deep sea creature, but that is ok. I loooove my little almost fetus. Side eyes and all;) 
    Prayers for healthy pregnancy, and strength for me to suck it up and be a good wife/ mother/ friend during these next 9 months would be so coveted. Thank you for letting me share my good news! 
    Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!
    Psalm 127:3-4

    For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
    Psalm 139:13-16