5 Pregnant Word Vomit

Wow, this is just getting embarrassing. We don't even have a baby yet and I already can't find the time for a little blog update. I will of course be getting back into blogging. Writing has always been a passion. But for now, we have had a lot going on. Maybe it's time to record a few of my thoughts on pregnancy though. I haven't been good about journaling throughout this pregnancy, yet another thing I can't find the time for, but my mom got me this handy dandy easy journal and I have loved loved writing my notes in it week by week. It makes me feel less guilty about the fact that I don't write beautiful letters to my unborn son. Do people do that? I don't know, but I don't.

No pregnancy is the same, that's what I've figured out. My pregnancy has been different from my mom's and my sister's and it's definitely been different from my friends.

1st Trimester = bleh.

I felt bleh. I was sick. I couldn't eat. I was always nauseous. I needed a nap. Sean said I was a different person which probably means I was a tiny grumpy because my normal personality is always completely pleasant, patient, and kind... Cheers to people who deal with sickness up until the day they deliver because I was really struggling for about 3 months.

2nd Trimester = an enthusiastic two thumbs up!

I got my energy back! I don't need naps and I don't feel like puking. Maybe this is why I've felt so busy? I've been catching up on all the life things I wasn't doing for the first 3 or 4 months of pregnancy. We've still been doing lots of house projects, plus working full time, plus Sean being in school full time and continuing his research, and we've been in Tucson maybe 1 weekend out of 4 for most of the summer. It's a good thing I'm less nauseous and have more energy now because otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to do it.

Pregnancy Loves-

Pregnancy skin is A-MAZ-ING... also could just be because I'm having a boy. I've heard that.

Informational baby books. I could read a million. I really take each of them with a grain of salt, and I know Sean and I will figure out our own plan and make things work for us, however, I still love to read them and I feel like now I have some good resources.

The kicks and punches. I thought it would be creepy and weird. It's totally cool and it makes me feel like I'm already getting a sense of his personality. He kicks all throughout the day and he likes to kick when I'm in bed at night (I know this is normal because it's when you're still and they're not being "rocked"). He jumped like a maniac throughout Planet of the Apes.

He pokes his butt out on my right side. At least I hope it's his butt because I give it a little tap and I'd feel bad if I was tapping his head.

Ultrasounds. I wish I could get them daily. My last ultrasound they tried to do 3D but he didn't have any chub on him so it didn't work. With how I ate on our recent trip to San Diego he's surely chunked up so we are hoping to get some good pictures next week.

Pregnancy Not-so-muches-

Not fitting into clothes. A daily struggle. Busting out the maternity clothes.

Figuring out work, maternity leave, insurance and a nanny = complete nightmare.

To look like a really good person, I'm going to leave it at that. A lot more positives than negatives.

We've set up the crib and his bookshelves and that's about it as far as his room goes. I cannot believe how close we are getting! My biggest worries are just figuring out work, a nanny and insurance. Those concerns pretty much occupy my mind 99% of the day. Praying for a good solution to some of the bumps we've hit in the road but I know it'll all work out.

Our little guy is still nameless and we have almost no supplies that we would need to have a baby. Like, we literally have 3 baby things in the house. This is all so unlike me to not have every little thing marked off my list way ahead of time so it's a really good thing we still have several weeks to prepare or we'd all be in big trouble. It does totally freak me out though when i make a list of all there is to do and I don't know when those things will get done. A good lesson  in patience for an over-the-top organized OCD girl.

27 weeks! Cheers!