Wednesday, December 24, 2008

An Emotional Christmas?

Yep, I'm pretty sure I'll be in tears most of the holiday season. For some reason I cry at the littlest things these days. Example - last night Ben wouldn't move his gun cases; I didn't like their location (right in the middle of the room) so I asked him to move them. Well, he decided to lay down on the bed...gun cases still laying around. I said a couple of things and then burst into tears - for at least 2 minutes. I feel so silly that I cannot keep myself from crying...all of the time. Once a week would be bearable, but I might burst into tears on my 15 minute drive to work listening to Beyonce. I'm sure I will look back on this and find it amusing, but right now it is driving me insane.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Picture Update






I've been terrible with taking pictures of my ever-growing belly. My camera battery died, and I just didn't recharge it. Lazy.


So here, are some more recent pics of the growing tummy. I think this one is at 18 weeks. I'm still in regular pants at this point, but I'm pretty sure they are unbuttoned.

This is me sporting dress pants, definitely unbuttoned at this point and a nice Hanes t-shirt. I am thinking this was week 19 and the next day I couldn't fit in any of my dress pants. Oh, yeah, and this is pre-haircut. It had just gotten to be too long.
And here I am at 21 weeks. These are my 'fat' jeans and they are unbuttoned. I haven't purchased maternity jeans...yet. And I cut about 3.5 inches of hair off. Honestly, it took about 10 minutes off the drying time. Smart move, indeed. Plus, my mom hates it when my hair is long, and I just don't want to hear about how bad it looks when we see her.

You can also observe all of the beige in the apartment. I promise our real furniture is not this ugly. This was the basement furniture in our last house. I swear I have better taste than to put a tan slipcover on an oversized sofa.






Thursday, December 11, 2008

Boy or Girl?

We had our 20 week sonogram on Tuesday. I was shocked at how much time it took. I didn't realize how many measurements they needed. After 15 minutes of measuring, we were finally asked if we wanted to know what we were going to be having. Well, we knew it was a baby - but more importantly, is he a he or is she a she?

From the moment I knew I was pregnant (which was at least two weeks before my pregnancy test confirmed it), I was convinced it was a boy. But then everyone kept telling me it had to be a girl. So about a month ago I tried to convince myself we were having a little girl. Well, I guess your first instincts are always right. It's a BOY! I grew up with two younger sisters. I know little girls. Having a daughter seems like it would be so familiar. Somehow, I knew I was meant to be blessed with the challenges and rewards that raising a young man would give me. I really couldn't be happier. Not to say that in two or three years I wouldn't love to have a little girl, but for right now, I can't wait until the day that Ben and I get to meet our son.

Friday, December 5, 2008

Ugly Christmas Sweater?

I was just thinking about the premise of an ugly Christmas sweater party. How on earth do they maintain a market for those things if there are thousands of parties each year declaring the piece of clothing ‘ugly’? And why do so many of our mom’s still have them in their closets?

Next Tuesday we find out if we are having a boy or girl. At first I was positive it was a boy…now I’m thinking girl. It’s got to be one or the other, and either way I’ll be thrilled.

I also ran into a bit of a pant issue yesterday. Wednesday morning my pants were snug but still wearable. Thursday morning…not happening at all. I had to wear one of the two pairs of jeans that still fit me to work. At lunch I ordered three pairs of maternity pants and will probably go this weekend to buy another pair to get me in to next week. Tonight is Ben’s office holiday party and I have to wear a dress. As of last week, I thought I could still fit into my black tuxedo pants – I really don’t see that happening. Don’t get me wrong, the dress is adorable, but I just worry it’s a little over the top (and now I am singing Kenny Loggin’s ‘Meet Me Halfway’ in my head).

I’ll try to get a new picture up next week. Every time I document how I look (after a long day at work, nonetheless) I am reminded of how horrible our tiny apartment is. It’s a shame my pregnancy coincides with our time living there. I would just love to forget this living situation altogether.

Also, I got the hair cut yesterday. Nothing drastic. I so badly want to color it darker again, but I guess that will have to wait until after the baby arrives. So that will also be evidenced, hopefully, in a picture next week.