Hoping it is legit but experience tells me I needed to start kegals 2 prenancies ago. So I will just share the embarassing details.
Moving on, so a not funny thing has happened. My brain is total mush and I feel like I have suffered a stroke. ok not a real one, but a pretend one where your brain feels like scrambled eggs and like you have been huffing sharpie fumes eighth grade style for the past 12 years. Has anyone had this? I literally cant type or think straight which is why I haven’t blogged in over a month. This paragraph alone took me the better half of an hour, I know boo hoo betty, get over it. Just wanted to put my mental cards on the table. I am not capable of much at the moment so please don’t take offense if I don’t write back right away or call you the wrong name.
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A little update. My groin area still feels like Chuckie took a baseball bat to it all day everyday. Good to know the midwife says “it’s just the relaxant hormone”. Oh phew, I feel so much better now. So my uterus isn’t going fall out.
Baby Halle is good. Moving around ALL the time, kicking, punching stretching out…way more than I remember with either boy. Measuring a little behind, and I am measuring a little mammoth so it’s all a wash.
You know you a wee bit porky when the midwife also puts you on the gestational diabetes diet, due to excessive weight gain and you don’t have GD. In all honesty I can’t blame her, she is really doing me the favor. So if you know me, PLEASE do not tempt me with anything sweet. For the love of everything elastic, I beg you. So other than my new quest to clean up the diet, and stay afloat…all is good.
I realized the other day I only have 14 weeks and change left with just my 2 little men. *tear* They aren’t going to know where mommy went when mommy with a third baby, no sleep, and a coffee iv drip shows up.
Hoping I can cherish this special time with thankfulness. I have a tendency to want to fast forward everything. I blame this of course on DVR.
Life: busiest week ever last week. Chad flew to the big bad city of dreams and back, I played single trainwreck mom, worked, we refi’d the casita, had mom’s birthday dinner party here all within 72 hours. During that time momma bird (my mom) tripped and broke her foot in which resulted in her and Steve cancelling their 2 week Hawaii vacay. I am mourning for their loss, and clearly am a little emotional at the moment.
Name for Bob: is almost decided on! SO EXCITED {insert !!!} to have a name we both love. Er, I love, Chad likes. Whatev’s. We are making strides, and that is worthy of at least 3 polar bear claws from sees candy.
Pregnancy: So Peggy the pregnancy wench has taken over me. Seriously, what is going on? I am like someone totally different, and I can’t stand it. Praying for mood stability and for some relief. My pelvis is growing/ stretching/ getting all poltergeist on me and it is totally not cool. I can’t exactly ductape an ice pack diaper on at work. So I will keep on drinking my happy juice. (passion ice tea and santa cruz organic pink lemonade).
This weekend was centered around getting centered, costco and buying a plant. Which has me totally in a bunch b/ c I cannot figure out if I should plant in the pot or leave it in the plastic ghetto pot it came in. I am in distress over these big girl decisions, which calls for a drumstick. Cheers.
Well 19 weeks 6 days but who is counting?
The problem is: You can’t try it on. We all know I like to try everything on 3 different times then buy, then possibly take it back. I am the WORST decision maker in the history of decision makers. I second guess everything, and always convince myself I don’t have the faculties to make sound decisions. It’s a vicious cycle. And so I am the point where I don’t trust my compromised judgement. (which is really only worth 49% of the decision and a bad attitude anyway.)
The names for the avocado growing in my uterus ARE:
Evienne
Vivienne
Sienna
Amelia
Without breathing fire on the one/s you don’t like, can you all say which you like? If you don’t want to reply on here, text me. I know we have quite a few comment phobes.