It Could Always Be Worse...

My body aches like it's never ached before. Ever. It feels like I climbed Mt. Everest and then entered a triathlon. And the scary thing is, I'm not even 6 and a half months pregnant. The last thing I wanted to do tonight when I got home was do the dishes. But I did them. After spending an hour in the grocery store. And that's absolutely unlike non-pregnant me. I think the nesting bug that seems to have taken over my body.

I went to bed last night at 9:00 PM. I thought that even with the expected 4 trips to the bathroom, since I went to bed early, I'd still get some sleep. Wrong. Wrong fucking wrong wrongitty wrongle. I got maybe 4 hours of sleep last night. Maybe.

And guys... if your pregnant girlfriend tells you her body aches and that she feels horrible, the absolute wrong thing to do is play air violin and make crying face. It will fill her with a rage that you do not want to endure. Trust.

Now here's where it gets better.


It's worth absolutely every minute. Every single one. Cliche, I know. But the second that little baby kicks inside my tummy, I forget how tired I am. I forget how much his father can be an insensitive ass. I forget that my bitch co-worker brought me to tears today. My face involuntarily smiles and all I can think of is the second I see that little guy's face. I remember that he will be my world and all that matters is that he's healthy. For the first time in my life, I feel like what I'm doing is important, that what decisions I make truly matter. Every move I make affects another little person. Every time I pick up one of his little outfits that are waiting for him, or arrange the basket of diapers, I'm overwhelmed with a feeling that indescribable. Something I never knew I could feel.

And besides. It could always be worse:

Where Did the Time Go?

The time is flying by, I will be 6 months pregnant on Friday, two days from now. I am feeling movement multiple times a day and am loving it... that is when I'm not getting a punch or a kick to an organ. I love having this sweet little person inside me. All I can think of when I start to go to sleep at night, is how much I can't wait to see this little guy. I know he'll probably look exactly like his daddy.

This Sunday is my shower and I am overwhelmed with how many people will be attending... there will be over 40 women! I know it's going to be lovely and I am excited to see many friends I haven't seen in a long time. I am also very excited to see all of my favorite gals in the same room.

The nursery is coming along, slowly. The crib went up this weekend and soon we will be getting more storage for Cooper's things. He has already begun to acquire many little outfits, they are so cute!

I will post photos when the nursery is closer to being finished, it's kind of a mess right now.

'Til next time....

Such a Handsome Little Guy...

We had our 20-22 week ultrasound today and I am happy to report that Cooper is doing great! I was a little concerned this week after not feeling him for a few days, but he was in there moving like crazy and being as cute as he could be.

All of Cooper's major organs looked great. His heart, brain, kidneys, bladder and spine are all forming perfectly and he was drinking when we first started spying on him. We confirmed that he is indeed a boy (thank goodness). We were able to see his fuzzy hair as well, although he will probably lose most of it after he is born. Cooper has his dad's head and lips. We were able to see much more on the screen that we can in our printed photos.

While in the middle of the ultrasound, I started feeling very hot and eventually a huge wave of dizziness kicked in. Before I knew it, the mirror I was using to look at the monitor was shaking in my hand. I asked the sonographer to please take a break right before I started to gag and saw only black. I thought I was going to faint laying down. This is why they tell you not to lay on your back after 16 weeks. The weight of the baby and uterus rests on major veins that run from you heart to your legs, the aorta and vena cava. I knew it was important to avoid laying on the back, but I didn't realize it would cause such an intense reaction. The sonographer told us why I had lost all my color and had me lay on my left side as she put wet rags on my neck and head. Eventually the feeling that my world was caving in faded and we were able to continue on my side... while I flashed my unmentionables to my mother-in-law. I suppose she will have to get used to it if she will be in the delivery room :)

Here is our incredibly handsome little boy: