How Far Along: 18 weeks
Size of Babe: A bell pepper. Or sweet potato. Or a pickle.
Cravings: All the Sweet Tarts and Nerds left over from Halloween. Bad.
Sleep: It’s all fun and games until daylight savings comes around. Our new wake-up time falls somewhere between 5-6am. Hence why I’m in bed by 9:30.
Gender: Tuesday. I dreamed last night that I saw a wiener immediately. We will finally get to seriously talk names. Can’t wait!
Weight Gain: I’m guessing 7 lbs but have absolutely no basis for it. Just throwing out a guess. We shall see Tuesday. It’s probably something awful like 13.
Boy or Girl?
We will know a week from today. And the nerves are starting to set in.
Why am I putting so much pressure on this? Several reasons. Because right now, there is a possibility that this baby is a boy, or a girl. And on Tuesday, one of those possibilities will be no more. — I mean, I know it doesn’t grow a ding-a-ling or hamburger ON Tuesday, that it’s already decided, but you get my drift. As far as I know, either is a possibiity at this point and I’m kind of sad to see that go. For it to be definite.
The possiblity of having a girl, Brady looking after his baby sister, pink, bows, prom and wedding dress shopping will come to an abrupt end on Tuesday. Or, the possibility of Brady having a little brother to rough and tumble, build forts with and protect from bullies on the bus will suddenly be gone.
I really do think this is a boy. OF COURSE I am blessed beyond measure either way. But the thought of never sharing the same memories I have with my mom, that relationship between a mom and daughter (as drama-filled and rough as it can be at times) makes me sad. At this moment, I’d feel like something’s missing - of course I could say no way to that in 5 years. I’m pretty sure this is my last pregnancy, of course you should never say never, but I’m pretty certain. Being a mom of two boys could be a lot of fun too. To watch them grow up together and hopefully be protective over their mama.
I realize this could come across as selfish and I honestly apologize for that. But it’s honest, which is one thing I try to stick to on here.
Whatever you are, I’ll love you to pieces - this I do promise.
Sweet! The bars will be open an hour longer!
Yes!! One whole extra hour of sleep!
Shit. That means he’ll be up at 5am instead of 6am.
But who could be ill when this is waking you up?
Hope you have a hunka hunka burnin Halloween!
How Far Along: 17 weeks
Size of Babe: A turnip. Or an onion. Or a baked potato. Mmm I could go for one of those right now.
Cravings: Still juice, but add Spaghetti-O’s please. Weird, right? I thought Brady would love it and we could get lost together in Spaghetti-O bliss but he stuck out his tongue and made a raspberry noise. Totally unimpressed. How can a kid NOT like Spaghetti-O’s?! Well, fine, more for me! No thanks to the chocolate, yes please to the fruity/sour candy.
Sleep: Um all fine and well until I got my flu shot. As I was reminded of ~13 times last night when I rolled over on that arm. And my snoogle’s back in my life. Amenhallelujah! Aaron’s less than enthused.
Gender: Less than 2 weeks! Come on guys, place your bets!
Weight Gain: 1.6 lbs at last doctor’s appointment. Add the fair, Spaghetti-O’s and Halloween candy and it’s ova.
I’m debating whether to make crescent roll wrapped hot dog mummies/Hound Dog Mummies or going true Elvis fav with peanut butter and banana sandwiches. And when’s the last time an almost-2-year-old Elvis rang your door bell?
Pre hair gel and hemming.
You guys. We went to a movie last night. Like, in the theater, on the big screen. And it was glorious.
Brady spent the night away with his Nana and PopPop so Aaron and I were super excited about doing something “grown-up” and together. First, it’s super lame that there might have been a few tears brushed away the night before, anticipating Brady’s night away. I mean, this is the 4th time/4th night in his life that I have left him with someone. Not at all because I don’t trust others to take good care of him, but because we haven’t gone away that much and I’m just so darn addicted to that little guy. But, I was excited to spend the evening with my bigger dude and I admit it, even more excited to sleep past 6am.
Yesterday I thought to myself, “What can we do that we typically can’t do when Brady’s with us?” And ya know where we ended up? The furniture store. HA. I scooted out of work a smidge early, swung by the house, grabbed Aaron and headed to Rolesville Furniture. We are in desparate need of two chairs for our living room and it’s on the must-get-done list before #2 comes. There aren’t enough raisins and goldfish in the world to make this process easy with Brady in tow so as lame as it sounds, we took advantage of our alone time and romantically looked at chairs.
The rest of the evening was funfilled I promise. We went to a sushi restaurant, sat at the bar and watched the sushi train roll by, and then went to see Captain Phillips. I couldn’t eat too much of the sushi because most of the stuff rolling by on the train was raw instead of cooked so we stuffed our face with buttery, delicious popcorn. I don’t remember the last time I a) saw a movie in a theater or b) had movie theater popcorn. Aaaaand we were in bed by 10. I mean that’s a darn good night if I do say so.
I started waking up at 5:45am and every 30 minutes or so until 7:35 when I finally dragged myself out of bed. I watched Good Morning America, not Thomas, and got completely ready without fishing 37 cars out of the bathtub one time. It was refreshing and needed. All of it. I called to wish Brady a good morning and when he heard my voice he yelled, “dada!” Seriously, kid? When will you start calling me mama?!
As wonderful as last night and this morning were, I’m going to be super excited when this day wraps up and I get to go smooch and snuggle on my littlest dude.
Reunited and it feels soooo gooood! #snoogle
16 week bump shadow #longlegssmallhead #hillridgefarm
So you get the good, bad and the ugly here on this blog. Lately it’s been weekly updates and not much else but today I’m just gonna be ugly, mmkay? Dude, my eye hurts and it’s makin’ me CRANKY. There’s nothin worse than a bum eye. Well, unless they were making me wear a patch, that’d be worse. There’s an ulcer trying to form on my eye. Cute, right? The doc gave me antibiotic drops to use, which I did 3 times, before it dawned on me that maybe I should have mentioned I’m pregnant. I called and he wants to call in a new prescription. Great, Flower Bud won’t have a thumb because of this dang eye ulcer. Which he thinks was caused by something getting under my contact and irritating it, now wanting to cause an infection. And holy light sensitivity. This shiz is for the birds.
And can I complain about maternity clothes for a hot second? All of mine from last time are too big. A) I’m not big enough yet to fill out the shirts and b) I lost weight when Brady became
crazy mobile so my pants are too big. So it takes me a good 17 mintues each morning to find SOMETHING to wear, meanwhile, Brady pulls every inch of dental floss out of the container and strings it all over the bathroom. And I left it.
And Aaron’s been out of town all week. I mustn’t complain too much about that because Brady has been great. But he’s going out of town again for another week soon. I’m ready for my traveling cop to stay at home.
I’m just a big ol’ ball of rainbows and butterflies today. And due to said eye issues I wasn’t up for posting an update yesterday. And due to feeling uncomfortable in my clothes I wasn’t up for a photo op. So here’s the info, I’ll try to throw a picture in at some point this weekend.
How Far Along: 16 weeks
Size of Babe: An avocado
Cravings: Fair food. And I indulged last Friday. Not as much as I thought I would though. We enjoyed the #1 fair food in the Bitting book: fried wisconsin cheese aka sharp cheddar nuggest *ohmygahsogood* and then the second best was the oowy goowy cinammon bun *havemercy*.
Sleep: On my back. Which will soon, if not already, be a no-no. Time to break out the snoogle.
Gender: Less than three weeks.
Weight Gain: 1.6 lbs. I’m sure that’s more like 5 after the fair.
How Far Along: 15 weeks
Size of Babe: Let’s see.. a kit kat finger, or a navel orange, or an apple, or a softball. Take your pick.
Cravings: Still into juices. Orange, apple, whatever you have. And yesterday I got an inkling for soup.
Sleep: Just fine. When I wake up in the morning I roll from my side onto my back and feel my tummy. Just under my belly button is really hard. It’s the one time I can definitely tell that that’s where baby is.
Gender: 26 days. But who’s counting?
Weight Gain: 1.6 lbs
Names: 26 days until we really start talking names.
Symptoms: I don’t remember so much tummy tenderness with Brady. But goodness. Last week and this past weekend it was quite achey. Which could be due to the growth spurt that happened over night. Hellooo belleh!