I managed to capture a picture of pnut kissing “baby tummy” as he would call it. Every once in a while he will pull up my shirt and whack my tummy and say “baby tummy mommy”. Then he will pull up his shirt and say “baby tummy”. LOL. He thinks he has a baby in his tummy too!

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That is what I weighed when I went to the doctor Tuesday. Are you serious? I weigh 173 lbs!!! Good grief. I haven’t been to the doctor since January after my appendectomy and so to see my weight go from 153 lbs to 173 lbs is a bit of a shock, to say the least. I mean that is 20 lbs gained in like 2 months. Is that even normal? I swear I pack on the lbs. when I’m preggers like nobody’s business. I don’t even eat excessively. I eat exactly the way I do when I’m not pregnant but when I am pregnant I seem to gain all of this weight. Seriously, what is the deal? I am so glad I’m getting “fixed” after having this baby. I don’t want to have to do this again. EVER! I’m not one of those crazy people that likes being pregnant. I hate it. Despise it even. I am just so uncomfortable and absolutely hate the way that I look while pregnant. It is cute for others but just isn’t my cup of tea.

Also, I’ve been having these terrible mood swings lately. Hubby says he doesn’t want to be around me they are that bad. I don’t mean what I say and I hate this feeling of just being mad all the time. I don’t know if it is a combination of the pregnancy hormones, stress of life, being utterly miserable in my own skin or the fact that we are having another boy that is the reason why I’m so out of sorts with my true self lately but I’m sure some of those factors come into play at some point or another. I’m just really not feeling like myself. I cry at the drop of a hat and can’t seem to find anything to make myself happy. I’m just sick of being pregnant, that is all. I hope hubby and the pnut understand that I dont mean the harsh words that I say that is mere pregnancy hormones talking. What worries me so much about when I get into these spells [and that is what they are a spell, it is like I can’t get out of it, I’m in a evil trance] is that I might end up having post-partum depression after the baby is born.

Ok, enough rambling. I’m going to try to take a shower to perk my spirits up.

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Today I had my first doctor’s visit with my new doctor in my new town. I must admit I was nervous going into it since I don’t know who or what the doctor is about. Anyways, he’s a little strange. It is a husband/wife team and I got the husband today. He walked in and immediately started up a conversation with us. He was extremely goofy. Repeated alot of things such as me having my sugar test Friday. And then the eyes. My doctor is crosseyed, which is completely ok with me as long as he can see what he is doing. I assume he can since he is well, a doctor. I told him that I hadn’t had an ultrasound to determine the sex of the baby yet and he immediately stopped me in my tracks and said…”Ultrasounds aren’t to determine the sex of the baby!!!” I was like “I know, I just want to know”. Then he gave us this long lecture about how it checks the growth of the baby so on so forth, blah blah blah. Geez, calm down sparky! You are the doctor you worry about the technical stuff and I’ll play happy mom and worry about decorating the nursery. He then explained what all he was going to do today. He did a pap smear, check my boobs, and gave me an ultrasound!!! He made me get butt booty naked and lay on the dreaded OB table with my feet in the stirrups. Keep in mind that the hubby and the pnut are in the same room. So as fast as I could get undressed and on the table the doc walks in and is ready to get down to business. He first grazed my boobs, literally. He didn’t even really feel me up good to see if something was in them. He just like wiggled one and was like, uh ok i’m done there down to the good stuff….LOL. Anyways, so on to the pap smear he goes. This is where it gets interesting…Hubby is in the room like I stated before. Hubby has never seen a pap smear before. So I’m all spread eagle on the table and he puts the spread your hoo-ha open thingies in my hoo-ha and performs the pap smear. The whole time I’m looking at hubby’s face as it went from a nice light tannish brown to near white. He was like “oh my goodness what the hey are they doing down there”. LOL. It was so funny. Afterwards he was like, “um ok that was awkward”. I was trying not to laugh at hubby for fear that the doc might accidentally poke something down there he wasn’t supposed to. After the dreaded pap smear was over he checked my cervix. Fine, closed, normal. On to the ultrasound. The part we have all been waiting for, for what seems like ever. Heartbeat was great. Everything looked to be fine, normal, and where it should be. He said I was measuring to deliver a day early on the 24th of May instead of the 25th. But we shall see. Now onto the good stuff. He told us the sex of the baby.

WE ARE HAVING….

A BOY!

That is the only picture that the doctor so graciously gave me. Thank goodness he wrote the word “penis” with an arrow to my son’s junk as if I didn’t know what a penis was. Uh hello, Dr. Sparky, I have a house full of boys!!! The dog is a boy, the bird, then there is hubby, the pnut, and my two step sons. And now, there is another boy to add to the litter. I swear we need some estrogen in this house, real bad.

Immediately when the doctor said that we were having yet another boy, I turned to the hubby whose face was once smiling and now grim and said “I told you so”. I’ve been having this argument with hubby for a year now that all he produces are boys. And this just goes to prove my point even further. Then I turned to the doctor and said, “so when do I sign those tubal ligation papers”….LOL. Yep that is right, I’m getting fixed. This is the last kid I’m having. It wouldn’t have been such bad news to hear of another boy in the family except for the fact that hubby really, really wanted a girl. So much so that he told everyone he knows that it was a girl and has been calling the baby “Kylie” since it was conceived. Now we have the delima of coming up with boy names. We didn’t pick out any boy names so now we have to come up with something. The name must start with a “K”.

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So it is that part of pregnancy that I hate. Yesterday, I got swollen feet for the first time during this pregnancy. I don’t exactly remember when I started getting swollen feet and ankles with pnut but I know that I did have it and it was very uncomfortable. Speaking of uncomfortable, that is how I feel all the time now. I am so sick of being round. Sick of not being able to bend over or do certain things because I’m either too fat or pregnant. Its really annoying. I’ve been in a terrible funk the past couple of days. If I do, do anything I usually feel the result come mid-afternoon or early evening. There isn’t much I can do anymore. Housework takes alot out of me and I want to get caught up on all the housework that was neglected while I had the stomach flu but after an hour or so I just feel I can’t do anymore. Its like a feeling of helplessness.

Body issues. Don’t get me started. I hate the way I look and feel right now. With swollen feet I shouldn’t stand at all so I’ve resorted to making my desk out of the couch in the living room. I have pillows piled on the coffee table so that my feet are at least elevated. Even though I have my office in here I don’t feel like working much less blogging so I’m just sorta surfing around right now. I really need to start making money again but if you aren’t feeling it, you just aren’t feeling it. If I’m not mushing out on the couch I’m at least trying to get something accomplished in the house and even now that is getting near impossible with my expanding belly. With an expanding belly comes problems such as limited mobility and braxton hicks contractions. If I over do it at all I get extreme BH contractions which make me stop what I’m doing completely until they are over. How much time do I have till I pop this baby out? Ah yes, 61 days. Grief that is a long time. I don’t think I’ll make it.

Anxiety. I’m going through another spell of being depressed. Aside from being down about my weight, body image, and swollen feet, I’m also feeling scared and anxious about the baby actually being here. I’m asking myself the same questions I had at the beginning of the pregnancy when I first found out. I just can’t imagine loving another baby as much as I love the pnut. I hope the pnut isn’t mad at me. My mother and I have been buying up every yellow and green baby item out there but as the baby’s room fills with stuff I can’t help but ask myself all the questions a mother would ask herself when she has another baby. I’m scared I’m not going to be able to handle it all. The house, two kids, a husband, and some how try to have a life as well. I know I’ll find a way to do it all but one can’t help but be a little scared or concerned about the path ahead.

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So I’ve hit 31 weeks preggers and have approximately 63 days to go till we have a new bundle of joy in the house. I just got over the stomach flu, which let me tell you was Oh not so much fun being 30 weeks pregnant. Thankfully my mother came over for a few days to help with pnut so that I could lay around the house and be sick. I feel 100% better than I did earlier this week and ready to take on all the housework and blogging that needs to take place. Which reminds me that I now have come to the realization that I have to do all of this in moderation now. The last couple of times I’ve picked the pnut up I’ve had a straining feeling in my side where I had my appendectomy at 20 weeks. It doesn’t hurt, per say but it is very uncomfortable and I feel it a couple hours after I’ve picked him up. So I’m trying not to pick up my son even though he really wants me to.

Secondly, I can’t spend alot of time on my feet. For one I feel like all of my body parts are going to fall out of my hoo-ha I have a ton of pressure down there. Also I found that the more walking and standing that I do during a day is the more braxton hicks contractions I end up having. Braxton Hicks contractions are “false labor”, basically contractions without the pain. I never had braxton hicks with pnut. Now that I’ve had them I can tell you they are not fun at all. I tried to do my grocery shopping last week before I got sick and had contractions the whole entire time. With each contraction I had to stop and wait till it went away. I’m sure it didn’t help that it took 2 hrs to do our grocery shopping for the MONTH, but at least it is out of the way. It does have me a little concerned though with all the contractions I’ve been having lately. I time them and they are far apart and not regular so I know that it isn’t labor, labor but if you factor in the groin pressure as well, it just makes me wonder if they put people on bed rest for having the same symptoms I am experiencing. I hope the contractions and pressure isn’t dialating me early or the baby comes prematurely because that wouldn’t be good at all.

But it really is hard to stay off my feet and not pick up my little one especially when there is so much housework to do and the little one is begging and crying at your leg to be held.

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Wow! I’m at 30 weeks already. I can’t believe it. It has felt like it has taken forever to get here but now that it is here reality is starting to set in a bit. I have 10 weeks or less until the “big day”. It’s crunch time. There is lots to be done to the babies room and lots more stuff to be bought. I just wish I knew the sex of the baby by now. This whole moving thing has messed everything up.

On the good side though I’ve found a doctor that could fit me into their schedule and I have an appointment in a week on the 27th of March. I completely missed my 28 week glucose screening. You know the doctors appointment where they make you drink the sweet stuff and sit around the office for an hour till they can draw your blood. Yeah that one. I never got that one because we moved. What else has been delayed is the ultrasound that determines the sex of the baby. Now I don’t know why my old doc wanted to make me wait till the 28th week to determine the sex of the baby but he did. I do recall with pnut I knew he was a he at 20 weeks. So now I’m extremely mad that it is going to be almost 32 weeks before I might even think about getting to know the sex of the baby. And what makes matters worse is that hubby is going around telling everyone that we are having a girl and he knows good and darn well that he only produces boys. I mean really. So for right now everything we have bought for baby has been yellows and greens. Nice neutral colors. We are thinking of just going ahead and doing a jungle/safari theme in the nursery. I mean all kids like animals anyways right. And since I just have this gut feeling that we are having another boy, the circus theme would be great especially for a boy. But if we knew the sex of the baby it would be so much easier to buy clothes and stuff. I hate not really knowing and just trying to go on instinct.

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Well we’ve finally hit the third trimester. We are in the home stretch. It won’t be long now before I’ll have a newborn around the house. I’m still in denial that I’m having a baby. Even though my tummy is so large now that I can barely tie my shoes by myselft, sleeping has become uncomfortable, and my appetite has definately increased; I just can’t wrap my head around the idea that there is going to be another little one to take care of.

Last week we moved into our new house back in my homestate. I’m so glad that I don’t have to have my baby in middle America. Not that middle America is bad but it just isn’t home. We are in a different city than where I grew up and had my first child at but at least we have the state right. Our new house is so much larger than our last one. The baby’s room is very large as well. All that is in the baby’s room is the crib but it will soon be as homey as the rest of the house once we find out the sex of the baby.

I’m hoping to find out the sex soon. I need to first find a new doctor in town and get all of our health information and stuff transfered. Just 3 more months before the Big day!

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