I’m about to bitch. A lot. I mean a lot. A lot. If you don’t want to hear it, stop reading. I never thought I’d get to this point of being D.O.N.E. “Been there – done that” moms – you were right. There comes a point in your pregnancy where you are just over it. … Continue reading
I had my 40 week appointment today and she still looks good. She’s just fat and happy, all camped out inside of me. Hibernating. I’m dilated to 3cm and 70% effaced currently. I’ve lost my mucus plug over the course of the last few days, have been having contractions every 30-45 minutes and showing all … Continue reading
My appointment went pretty well last week. Blood pressure is still 110/66 and no weight gain! I am NOT anemic. They aren’t sure why I had two false reading screenings on the finger prick with levels of 8.5, but my blood work came back totally normal. So, boo for wasting $50 on the damn iron … Continue reading
I bit the bullet, swallowed my nerves, found my inner fathlete and signed back up for the Atlanta Track Club today. I took a long walk today with the dog and despite sweating like a whore in church (seriously – wtf is it 70 degrees in November?) remembered who I am. I am a fathlete. … Continue reading
I’ll break this up into three sections. The good. The bad. The funny. The good: Halloween and Baby Girl’s room = success!!! I took the rather freaky approach to Halloween and went with how I feel: she’s trying to escape. I definitely freaked a few people out, but hell, it’s Halloween. I had about a … Continue reading
Ok – so many updates: babymoon, baby shower, baby body, etc. I have become terrible about blogging while pregnant. Kevin and I took an absolutely wonderful babymoon. We decided to take a long weekend get away a couple of weekends ago as probably the last time we go anywhere like this as just the two … Continue reading
Something happened after my last post. She kicked and I saw my belly move. Suddenly, everything made sense. I’m growing a fucking baby inside of me. What is WRONG with me? Why am I being so neurotic??? So, I’m done caring about what everyone else thinks. I get 40 weeks (give or take) to grow … Continue reading
I’m struggling accepting that my body is no longer my own body. Like really struggling. Last night, as I was getting ready for bed I noticed a glistening white lightening bolt on my tummy. A stretch mark trying to make its appearance. The tears started streaming down my face as I climbed into bed. … Continue reading
I had my 20 week OB appt and Lil Baby Fat looks great! Growing like a weed and super active. We started out Bradley Method Birthing Classes and we are more than committed than ever to a natural, unmedicated childbirth. When we left our class we had a million questions to ask our Mid Wife … Continue reading
I know I’ve been terrible about blogging. Like absolutely horrible. I think about it every day, but the truth is that there really isn’t anything to report. I haven’t hit the “I feel amazing – pregnancy rocks” stage yet. I still have morning sickness, feel like I’ve been hit by a mac track, and can’t … Continue reading
Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude 