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Today. And no signs of imminent labor.
That's about all I have to say about that.
Lemme just get something right out front here: I don't like beer. I don't like the way it tastes, I don't like the way it smells, I just don't like it. If it's really cold out of a tap and the only thing to drink, I can tolerate it, but I don't like it. That being said, I have wanted beer this whole pregnancy. It sounds REALLY good. And at the risk of public censure, I'll admit to having had a teeny little drink of it a time or two during this pregnancy, and damn, it tasted GOOD. I keep telling my husband that as soon as I have this baby, he's going to have to bring me some Bud Lite with Lime. Besides wanting it for 9 months, it's good for nursing!
Which leads me to my second story: After Dora was born, my milk came in. In a BIG way, if you get what I'm saying. "Torpedo boobs" is the best descriptor I've heard used. It was painful. And it wasn't coming out. After three different people suggested that I drink a beer to help me "let down", I finally did it. I didn't like it, but I did it. I figured it would be like an enema, not comfortable, but worth the end relief. I was right. Within half an hour I was drowning Dora, and that's how it stayed. I keep looking forward to this scenario the second time around, because I am going to be looking forward to drinking a beer! I'm excited! I'm also about 99% sure that as soon as this baby is born I'm going to lose my taste for beer.
I thought we were going to get the house to ourselves for a while, but no. One of my brother-in-law's is coming in tomorrow for the big celebration in our little town. I had a babysitter for Saturday night and everything...
I can only conclude that the universe doesn't want me to have sex. Oh well. At least I'll get to go dancing.
According to some people, that means I'm in the 3rd trimester. Have I mentioned that I have 2 footie sleepers I found on clearance at Sam's for this little baby boy? And that's all? I mean, I have all the big stuff from when Dora was a baby, but I have no idea where I'm going to put all the piles of baby shit that you need when you have a baby, because we are out of room in our house. It would be nice if I could convince my MIL and/or FIL to come clean the 30 years of accumulated shit they have stored in all our storage spaces out, but I really don't see that happening. So, yeah. 3 months left, and apparently we're doing this baby minimalist style!
We went camping last weekend, and the altitude kicked my ass more than I ever thought possible. Keep that in mind if you decide you want to go to the mountains when you are six months pregnant. It kept me pretty handily contained to the campsite, which, well, that's where all the s'more's fixin's were, so I really can't complain. Dora fell off the steps of my MIL's camper and scraped the crap out of her nose, but she was outside all day for several days in a row, so she was in HEAVEN. Her reaction was basically "There's MORE DIRT over here that I can smear all over me?!?! And then some more over HERE?!?! AWESOME!"
In other things you might want to reconsider heavily if you are thinking of doing while pregnant, let's talk about salmonella during your 21st week of pregnancy. Actually, let's don't talk about that at all, except to say this: DON'T DO IT.
Little baby boy has finally turned head down, I'm pretty sure. I mean, judging by all the wiggling and karate kicks going on in the general vicinity of my stomach/diaphragm/liver I'm pretty sure of it. Glucose tolerance test next Wednesday, so wish me non-puking thoughts that day, if you have a spare moment.
In closing, can I get a great big HALLELUJAH for us having the house to ourselves for more than a few days running for the first time in about 6 weeks? That starts today. My second/third trimester libido thanks you.
I thought I'd post it anyway, even though you can only really see the words that SAY 'boy parts', and not the actual said boy parts. Oh well, I probably shouldn't be posting pictures of my kid's privates anyway.
25 weeks. Getting pretty round. Hoping to go camping next weekend in the mountains. Keeping my head firmly buried in the sand regarding where, exactly, we are going to fit this new addition into our house.
Carry on.
BOY!!!
More importantly, everything looked just perfect. By dates, due October 27, by size, due November 3. Not surprising, since I usually ovulate late. Not to mention the fact that Dora was a week late, so I should just expect that, then I won't be disappointed when I have to keep waiting. HA. Remind me I said that when I go overdue.
Actually, don't. It could get ugly.
Now to come up with a name. It's rather unfortunate that my husband likes only the most dorky names ever. I mean...Milo? Come on. If you are a farmer, you don't name your kid a crop. It's just not right.
Stay tuned for pictures, I will eventually get the sonogram pictures scanned, and the pictures I took of Dora looking at her little brother on the screen downloaded. I am kinda sad I missed the one of her kissing the screen, it was pretty darn sweet.
Hot damn. A little boy. I'm feeling so lucky right about now I'm feeling like I'm tempting fate just by my mere existance.
Yesterday, I was 20 weeks pregnant. I finally managed to get a few belly pics, even though by this time with Dora we probably had a memory card full of them. With no further delay:
The Belly
In other news, today my sweet, sweet, princess pie is 18 months old. 18 months! Look at the last post to see her picture. Behind her impish smile, you might be able to imagine life with her. Peeking around corners to give a 1,000 watt smile, only to run off again so you will chase her. Falling down and trying to decide whether she should cry this time or not. Getting frustrated when you try to help her, because she can do it by herself. Getting FURIOUS when she can't do it by herself. Clapping when she does do it by herself, and looking around to make sure you are clapping too. We are, baby, we are.
So, only 11 more days until my sonogram. I mean, that's basically just 258.5 hours, not that I'm counting.
Good thing I have this to distract me, huh?
Tomorrow I have a checkup at the coochie doctor. I'll be 17 weeks and a few days along, so I'm really excited because we should finally be scheduling our FIRST and ONLY SONOGRAM OF THIS WHOLE FREAKING PREGNANCY! With Dora, I had 2 sonograms recorded on VHS by 11 weeks. I am supremely glad I got to start feeling this baby move at 14 weeks and have been feeling it daily since 16 weeks because reassurance is something that has been sorely lacking this time around. Most of the time I love that my doc is a minimal interventions type guy, but the sono's are sure something I miss not having. Of course, that means that I didn't have to go to the RE, so YAY!
And because I don't want this baby to feel like it's a left out second baby, a letter:
Dear Baby,
I love you. Your daddy and I are SO excited to meet you, but stay put a while because you need to cook some more, okay? OH, and keep kicking, it makes me smile every time.
Love,
Mama
(OK, so still kinda second babyish...)
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