For the record, I never said I was an artist. Yes, that is an apple, not a tomato.
On a bit of a different note, I would like say congrats to one of my childhood best-friend's who gave birth to her 2nd son this week. He's a cutie!
A Bump In The Night....
Today makes 15 weeks and it also makes little CJ the size of an apple. Only 175 days to go! Not much has happened since the last post. JD and I are still homeless and I am still pregnant. I am however, starting to feel much better. I attended my 2nd prenatal fitness class last Saturday. We had a different instructor and she was much easier on us than my first one. No barely being able to walk or sit the next few days. I was a little sore, but nothing even close to that first time. Saturday night JD and I went with some friends to a Braves baseball game and they lost horribly. Oh, and for the record, CJ does NOT like hot dogs, so while I'm pregnant no one better offer me a hot dog, the results will not be pretty. When I woke up Monday morning there was an extra little something that JD and I noticed. Yep, I woke up to a bit of a bump and this one was not my usual jelly belly. I had been wearing pants with my belly band, but I was still able to button my pants, the band was just to keep me from being super uncomfortable. But this morning, no amount of coaxing could get my pants even close to buttoning. I'm officially fat, or that was my first thought, then I realized that no, I'm not fat, I just have a CJ in my belly. And just to make myself feel better, I ran upstairs (ok, I'm lying, I don't run anymore), and went straight to the scale. Surely with this new development I had gained like 10 lbs. Nope, not even close, just one measly little pound. I'm still trying to decide how I feel about that. I dread gaining weight, but I know that it's going to happen and it's good for CJ. So, what does all this mean? I get to go shopping this weekend!! Woo-hoo!!
On a bit of a different note, I would like say congrats to one of my childhood best-friend's who gave birth to her 2nd son this week. He's a cutie!
On a bit of a different note, I would like say congrats to one of my childhood best-friend's who gave birth to her 2nd son this week. He's a cutie!
2nd Trimester, Here I come!
Ok, so things are supposed to start getting better, right? Let's hope so. While I'm not sick everyday now like I was a week ago, I still get sick at certain things. And one of those things is cereal. I can be feeling all good and then I'll eat some cereal and it goes south fast. Weird. CJ is now the size of a lemon. A lemon that is constantly putting pressure on my bladder. And a bladder with constant pressure is no fun at 12:30 am, 2 am, and 4 am, especially when a quick trip to the bathroom means going up a flight of stairs. Last week I started going to a prenatal fitness class. I would think that the instructors would go easy on all the pregnant chicks. WRONG. I could barely walk the following 2 days. And sitting, that took me an extra 5 minutes. But I guess I'm a glutton for punishment, I'm going back again this Saturday. We shared the news with our families a few different ways. My parents were visiting back at the end of April and my dad had a heart attack during the visit (thankfully he's much better now). While my mom and I were sitting at the hospital waiting room to hear from the doctor, I surprised her with some good news along with obvious bad. My mom was so excited. When we were finally able to visit with my dad, I stepped outside and asked the nurse if it was safe to tell my dad the good news. She looked me up and down and said "Honey, I would wait if I were you, he might have another heart attack if he finds out his baby girl is pregnant." At that time JD walked up and I introduced my husband to the nurse. She started laughing. She thought I was still in high school and got knocked up. After recovering, she said that it should be fine to tell my dad. I broke the 'good' news to my dad. I think it took a few minutes for it to sink in and thankfully he didn't have another heart attack or try to jump out of the hospital bed and strangle the father of my future child. We had just planned on tell our immediate families at first, but Sofie (JD's daughter) had other plans. A few days after my dad got out of the hospital my cousin and her family came by for a quick visit. Sofie and her daughter were playing dress up in Sofie's room. Next thing we know, Sofie come's running into the living room with a new shirt on. This new shirt had 'I'm going to be a big sister' printed on it. I had bought it right after we found out about CJ. Well, now we might as spread the news. So we took a few photos of Sofie holding up the shirt and sent them out to friends and family. My brother sent a message that said 'aww cute', then a few minutes later 'wait! what?!'.
We finally had the inspection on what is hopefully our future home. The inspector gave us a 'frequent flier' discount since we've looked at so many house and we've always used him.....I guess that's a good thing. The inspection went pretty well, we were aware about most of the issues, some we had no idea. But, that didn't change our mind, we still wanted it. JD's dad came along for the inspection, or maybe it was to babysit Sofie, but either way he got to the see the house too. His reaction "This makes me tired", speaking of all the work it needed. But before you picture a house torn down to the studs or missing doors or windows, it's really not that bad. Yes it's an old house and old houses need work. There are only a handful of things that we are going to do before we move in, but the house is as it stands move-in-able (I love making up words especially since I'm pregnant and can't remember the real ones). But JD and I love getting our hands dirty and making a place our own...just a few things we have in mind:
- purple ceiling (surprise location)
-zebra stripes
-chalkboard walls
And other fun, eclectic little details. And most importantly a nursery for little CJ....*sigh* can't wait!
Back to the basement...
We finally had the inspection on what is hopefully our future home. The inspector gave us a 'frequent flier' discount since we've looked at so many house and we've always used him.....I guess that's a good thing. The inspection went pretty well, we were aware about most of the issues, some we had no idea. But, that didn't change our mind, we still wanted it. JD's dad came along for the inspection, or maybe it was to babysit Sofie, but either way he got to the see the house too. His reaction "This makes me tired", speaking of all the work it needed. But before you picture a house torn down to the studs or missing doors or windows, it's really not that bad. Yes it's an old house and old houses need work. There are only a handful of things that we are going to do before we move in, but the house is as it stands move-in-able (I love making up words especially since I'm pregnant and can't remember the real ones). But JD and I love getting our hands dirty and making a place our own...just a few things we have in mind:
- purple ceiling (surprise location)
-zebra stripes
-chalkboard walls
And other fun, eclectic little details. And most importantly a nursery for little CJ....*sigh* can't wait!
Back to the basement...
The Big Catch Up
Wow, so much to say, just where to start. Ok, so first things first. I am currently 13 weeks pregnant (with our first child), my husband and I are currently homeless and living in his parent's basement. Yep, I would say that sums it up. Now on to the details.
We haven't always lived in his parent's basement. We sold our amazing little craftsman bungalow back in May and didn't have a new place to move to. Thankfully, his parents offered up (or rather down) their basement for temporary living conditions. So, JD, our two (big) dogs, and my pregnant self all moved an hour away from our jobs for free basement living. It's not as bad as it all sounds, there is a finished bedroom, we don't have to do lawn care of any of the other usual maintenance items we would have to do to our home, and the biggest bonus, it's free! But don't worry, we don't plan on living this rent free lifestyle for much longer. We have been on the house hunt since last August, and since that time we have found three houses that we have said 'I love that house' to as we drove past it. And so far, two out of the three times, the love has not been in our favor. We finally found another house (3rd times a charm?), and we are set to close on it at the end of June. But that house too, is not without a lot of drama. It is an amazing house, built in the 1920s, wood floors, original pocket doors, wrap around porch, and all with a coveted two-car garage. We put in an offer before we even saw the inside (did I mention, we are a little crazy sometimes?). We peeked around the outside and rummaged in the backyard, and probably got the cops called on us a few times, but we were convinced we would love the inside just as much so we put in an offer. It wasn't until two weeks later that were able to get inside the grand old house. And we loved it even more than we thought. Four bedrooms, 3 1/2 baths, five fireplaces (bummer, none work), 12 foot ceilings, and gorgeous wood work. AKA the perfect house! But, it's not ours yet, as I said before, it doesn't come drama free. The house is a short sale and that means the bank can take it's sweet time, and boy have they. But, we have a closing date, so that's half the battle, or so we hope.
Now the other news. Yes, I am 13 weeks preggo. As of right now, I am due 12-13-12, but we are shooting for 12-12-12 just to make it more interesting. We found out we were expecting the middle of April at about 5 weeks. I was feeling pretty darn good at this time, none of the baby woes yet, but don't worry that changed. We had our first ultrasound at the beginning of May. CJ (as we call the unborn), looked more like a molded piece of playdough than anything else. If you held the picture just right, you could detect the makings of a head, so I would definitely say CJ takes after JD. J/K
It was around this time, I started feeling, oh, not so great. Nothing to eat would sound good and the smell of cooking meat really grossed me out. I even made JD eat in another room once because his sausage biscuit turned my stomach, I had to promise him that eating in the the other room was much better than the alternative. The first twelve weeks pretty much went the same. JD "hey babe, what do you want to eat?" Me "I don't care" JD "Great, let's go have tacos", Me "gross". I ended up loosing about 5 lbs. I lived on applesauce and graham crackers and cheezits. I stopped all working out (big mistake), got winded walking up a flight of stairs, and broke out like a poor kid in junior high. That's right, I got zits, and lots of them. I'm still waiting for that so called elusive pregnancy glow that supposedly all women get. Bah humbug. Things are slowly getting better, I now can eat 3 full regular meals a day. And so far the only craving I have had is for peanut M&Ms and an oh so delicious taco from Taco Casa (sadly, only available in TX & OK). I did get a little bonus last time I went to the doctor. I went in for an echo cardiogram and the tech gave me a quick peek at CJ. Wow, so much had changed. CJ actually resembled a baby, a real life baby is growing in my belly. It was so cute, it looked like CJ was sucking his (?) thumb and had a terrible case of the hiccups, but being only the size of a lime, I wasn't able to feel a thing. I have gained maybe a pound back of the 5 that I lost, and while you would think my clothes would be loose, they are oddly tight. I can no longer button my pants, but I do use a handy dandy little spandex contraption called the Belly Band, LIFESAVER. And yes, the girls are bigger, so much bigger. I am still anxiously awaiting the day I have the cute little belly bump. And while I have one now, it's more of a jelly belly consisting of water weight and bloating. So much fun. Here are some other ways being pregnant has changed me:
-I am normally a bad speller, but now, it's gone off the charts bad. JD loves to make fun me.
-Preggo Brain is real ladies, unless it's written down, you can forget me having any knowledge of it
-My usually weird dreams are even more so
-I get my words mixed up or can't remember the right ones all. A sidewalk, now is 'that thing we walk on'
Well, it's back to the basement for me.
We haven't always lived in his parent's basement. We sold our amazing little craftsman bungalow back in May and didn't have a new place to move to. Thankfully, his parents offered up (or rather down) their basement for temporary living conditions. So, JD, our two (big) dogs, and my pregnant self all moved an hour away from our jobs for free basement living. It's not as bad as it all sounds, there is a finished bedroom, we don't have to do lawn care of any of the other usual maintenance items we would have to do to our home, and the biggest bonus, it's free! But don't worry, we don't plan on living this rent free lifestyle for much longer. We have been on the house hunt since last August, and since that time we have found three houses that we have said 'I love that house' to as we drove past it. And so far, two out of the three times, the love has not been in our favor. We finally found another house (3rd times a charm?), and we are set to close on it at the end of June. But that house too, is not without a lot of drama. It is an amazing house, built in the 1920s, wood floors, original pocket doors, wrap around porch, and all with a coveted two-car garage. We put in an offer before we even saw the inside (did I mention, we are a little crazy sometimes?). We peeked around the outside and rummaged in the backyard, and probably got the cops called on us a few times, but we were convinced we would love the inside just as much so we put in an offer. It wasn't until two weeks later that were able to get inside the grand old house. And we loved it even more than we thought. Four bedrooms, 3 1/2 baths, five fireplaces (bummer, none work), 12 foot ceilings, and gorgeous wood work. AKA the perfect house! But, it's not ours yet, as I said before, it doesn't come drama free. The house is a short sale and that means the bank can take it's sweet time, and boy have they. But, we have a closing date, so that's half the battle, or so we hope.
Now the other news. Yes, I am 13 weeks preggo. As of right now, I am due 12-13-12, but we are shooting for 12-12-12 just to make it more interesting. We found out we were expecting the middle of April at about 5 weeks. I was feeling pretty darn good at this time, none of the baby woes yet, but don't worry that changed. We had our first ultrasound at the beginning of May. CJ (as we call the unborn), looked more like a molded piece of playdough than anything else. If you held the picture just right, you could detect the makings of a head, so I would definitely say CJ takes after JD. J/K
It was around this time, I started feeling, oh, not so great. Nothing to eat would sound good and the smell of cooking meat really grossed me out. I even made JD eat in another room once because his sausage biscuit turned my stomach, I had to promise him that eating in the the other room was much better than the alternative. The first twelve weeks pretty much went the same. JD "hey babe, what do you want to eat?" Me "I don't care" JD "Great, let's go have tacos", Me "gross". I ended up loosing about 5 lbs. I lived on applesauce and graham crackers and cheezits. I stopped all working out (big mistake), got winded walking up a flight of stairs, and broke out like a poor kid in junior high. That's right, I got zits, and lots of them. I'm still waiting for that so called elusive pregnancy glow that supposedly all women get. Bah humbug. Things are slowly getting better, I now can eat 3 full regular meals a day. And so far the only craving I have had is for peanut M&Ms and an oh so delicious taco from Taco Casa (sadly, only available in TX & OK). I did get a little bonus last time I went to the doctor. I went in for an echo cardiogram and the tech gave me a quick peek at CJ. Wow, so much had changed. CJ actually resembled a baby, a real life baby is growing in my belly. It was so cute, it looked like CJ was sucking his (?) thumb and had a terrible case of the hiccups, but being only the size of a lime, I wasn't able to feel a thing. I have gained maybe a pound back of the 5 that I lost, and while you would think my clothes would be loose, they are oddly tight. I can no longer button my pants, but I do use a handy dandy little spandex contraption called the Belly Band, LIFESAVER. And yes, the girls are bigger, so much bigger. I am still anxiously awaiting the day I have the cute little belly bump. And while I have one now, it's more of a jelly belly consisting of water weight and bloating. So much fun. Here are some other ways being pregnant has changed me:
-I am normally a bad speller, but now, it's gone off the charts bad. JD loves to make fun me.
-Preggo Brain is real ladies, unless it's written down, you can forget me having any knowledge of it
-My usually weird dreams are even more so
-I get my words mixed up or can't remember the right ones all. A sidewalk, now is 'that thing we walk on'
Well, it's back to the basement for me.
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