Milestone Monday February 4, 2008

Guess who’s in a good mood today? Me! That’s who! Of course that can all change in a heartbeat as we’re expecting 2-6 inches of snow (depending on who you ask) and we’re supposed to go look at a couple house this evening after work. Grr. I’ll be darned if I’m going to let a little snow stand in the way of seeing my potential dream house. But talking about house stuff is not what Milestone Mondays are all about. I’ve got some good milestones to update you lovely readers on, so let’s get to it.

Milestone #1: The pillows came out this week. I started with two at the beginning of the week, creating a comfy nest for my shoulders, neck and head. By yesterday the body pillow came out of hiding (after a hilarious scene of me complaining about how potentially cold it might be after sitting in our freezing closet for two years and ordering, I mean asking nicely that H take it out to warm up so that when he comes to bed and selfishly takes his pillows back I’ll have a nice warm body pillow to cuddle with. At one point he threw a pillow at me but it was all in good fun.) and grouped with two other pillows I fashioned a full body nest with the body pillow cradling my back, one pillow between my knees, and the last one (or were there two..?) under my head. I slept like a freaking rock. It was awesome. Especially considering:

Milestone #2: Insomnia is still in full swing. Didn’t get to sleep until 2:30am Sunday morning and then woke up every couple hours after that. I’d blame playing Sims in bed, but I only played for 45 minutes because I couldn’t sleep in the first place. (And I could NEVER blame anything on the Sims. It just wouldn’t be right.)  Besides the fact that having insomnia is just plain annoying at 2:30 in the morning, it also makes me very short on patience during the day. I felt terrible on Sunday morning because everything my daughter did annoyed me. EVERYTHING. Right down to her singing a little “do do do do do do do” song while she ate her sandwich which normally would amuse me to no end. Bad mommy! Luckily once we got in the car and were on our way to her cousin’s birthday party (and H got me a wildberry smoothie from Caribou. Yum) I felt much better and was once again my happy cheerful not at all sarcastic self again. Plus, since I was so freaking tired, I was able to sleep all the more soundly (thanks also to the pillow nest) last night. However, if I have to trade a night of sound sleep for a night of insomnia, this partnership between sleep and I isn’t going to last long. It’s on rocky ground to begin with and if I could take it to relationship counseling, I would.

Milestone #3: Had my first “Weird” pregnancy dream last night. This one was strange (as they usually are) in that it wasn’t me who was having the baby. We’d gotten a surrogate but circumstances kept coming up so that I actually didn’t get to meet my baby until she was three months old. And she was asian. I think the asian part came from seeing H’s friend’s adorable little girl, Sophia Rose, at our nephew’s birthday party yesterday and she’s half Korean (and did I mention adorable beyond belief?). And when I finally got to meet my baby, the birth mother was staying in an attic that was for all intense purposes, my grandparent’s attic (layout and scary steep stairs and beyond cluttered) and the birth mother didn’t seem to mind that the baby was crawling towards the steps all the time and there was no baby gate so I had to keep rescuing the baby. There were other strange things about the dream like me trying to get money at a casino before I could meet my baby but the slot machines kept paying out in tokens and I couldn’t find a cashier to exchange them for real money and when I finally did they closed and didn’t want to help me so I had to carry these stupid tokens around town. And I ended up at another grocery store but I don’t think I was looking for doughnuts this time.

Milestone #4: I really like my new boobs for all the hassle they’re causing my in the bra department. I told H this weekend that once we’re settled down a bit and the kids are older, I’m going to save up for some new boobs. He was ok with this and said I can have my new boobs and he’ll get his new hair. I figured by the time we can save up enough money for both, we’ll be 60 and retired but we’ll be looking FABULOUS.

Milestone #5: Finally got a couple new shirts from Target. I got them in the regular “hip young women” section but luckily for me, peasanty almost maternity like tops are really in. I don’t know what this says about today’s youth but they look great on me. Pants and bras are still missing but I’ll be getting those this week. This I promise my poor waist and bra line.

Milestone #6: Food! I’m making up for the last three months by being hungry all the time. This is good and bad. Bad mostly because I’m still very picky about what I want to eat but I’m always starving and can’t keep sending out H for random things that by the time I get it I may not want anymore. How fickle is Preggie. The weird and sorta good thing is although my belly is most definitely showing, I’ve only gained a pound. How does that work? I don’t know but that damned delivery boy better get here with my rebel sandwich (I don’t care about the rules, I need me an Erbert’s and Gerbert’s turkey sandwich. Lunch meat be damned I say!) soon because…well, doy, mama’s hungry!

That’s it for milestones this week. Just got confirmation from the realtor that we ARE going to look at houses tonight and I should’ve worn different shoes. Ok, he didn’t confirm that (that’d be creepily omnipotent)  but I just figured that out on my own seeing as I’ll be traipsing around in un-shoveled driveways in super cute brown pumps. Not smart. But I don’t have to be smart. I’m PREGNANT and all preggies don’t have to think because, hello? Growing a life form here and it’s taking a little bit out of us. Oh, I forgot a super important milestone. Doy

Milestone 7: The excitement is mounting now that my belly’s here. Other than bouncing it up and down (because it’s fun and not gross since there’s a baby in there) I also find myself rubbing it and thinking about the baby in there more. Still don’t want to think about names because honestly, they all suck. Every last one of them. How I ever agreed to J’s name I’ll never know (not that I don’t like it, I’m just astonished we came upon it so quickly given my new found hatred for all human names). Maybe I should try some crazy latin names for animals or plants. Canis Lupis Bingmar? C’mon, that’s just cool right there. And intimidating and way cooler sounding than “Wolf” which sounds way to much like Dolf which leads my mind to Dolf Lundgren. You see my name dilemma? It’s all 8 Degrees of Separation in my head all leading to something stupid! Grr.

Baby center update:

Your pregnancy: 13 weeks


How your baby’s growing:

Fingerprints have formed on your baby’s tiny fingertips, her veins and organs are clearly visible through her still-thin skin, and her body is starting to catch up with her head — which makes up just a third of her body size now. If you’re having a girl, she now has more than 2 million eggs in her ovaries. Your baby is almost 3 inches long (the size of a medium shrimp) and weighs nearly an ounce.

I’m not going to show you a picture of a jumbo shrimp. That’s nasty. You know what a lime looks like so just picture a slightly larger lime that looks like this:

  CUTE! Looks like…I don’t know something cute and little. A baby, maybe? He’s all, “Woah, my head. Lady needs to stop bouncing her belly up and down and giggling. I’ll teach her. Let’s see how she likes a little Insomnia! Mwaa haa haa.” My baby’s an evil little punk, isn’t he? Baby, are you a boy or are you a girl? I can’t wait to find out!

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