You asked for it....

So here it is. A beautiful picture of me...pregnant..

Ok, sorry if this is sad or offensive to anyone, it wasn't intentional. I just feel like a beached whale and I needed a picture to illustrate it. The feeling is enhanced by the inability to bend over and pick anything up. If I'm on the couch and drop a sacred piece of chocolate, too bad, I'm screwed. The dog has faster reflexes than me at this point. He wins this round.

If I'm riding in the car and for some reason the very pen that The Man needs to write down an important phone number from the person he is talking on the phone with happens to be at my feet..forget it man, your screwed. No matter how wide my legs might ( not) spread..it ain't gonna happen.

I do actually have real pictures of me..and my belly. I might be brave enough to post them. Maybe. But only because I am super excited to announce that we finally have one..something I have been asking for for like years...yes, a digital camera! I am so stoked. Now I can take all the pics I want and upload them immediately. I can email them to everyone and no one can complain about the lack of pictures of their grand kids. And The Man can never again gripe to me about the waste of one whole roll of film on the same child, wearing the same outfit, doing the same thing, on the same day. Yes..it is quite an exciting time.

So here you are my friends, and I call you that because I know you would never laugh at nor judge me on the vast expanse of my abdomen or the blinding white color of my skin..or the choice of shirt with pajama pant ensemble I happened to be flaunting at the time. Yes, you my friends would never do such a thing...

Hee hee..that is really funny. Please ignore whatever stuff happens to be clinging to my very ignored mirror and do notice the fact that my face is not in these pictures. I wasn't brave enough to show the belly and the non-make-uped face, along with the never done hair. It was just all too much! ;-)

Nine more weeks to go!!

Oh and Saturday we went garage sale-ing ( how do you spell that?) and Little girl happen upon a table laced with barbies. She picked up barbie and she picked up ken, looked at both of them for a few seconds and then proceeded to smash their faces together while making kissy noises. Did I mention she had never seen nor held a barbie doll in her life? I'm not sure who to blame here..Nature or The Mans incessant need for PDA. ;-)

A nice juicy steak

Thats all I want. Thick and pink and salty, oh-so-delicious. These cravings are taking over.....
I don't think I have ever had a pregnany craving for semi raw meat before. With The Boy it was asparagus and peanutbutter M&M's, with Little Girl, cheddar cheese and pickles. But steak? Is that a sign of a possible protien deficiency? Or just a sign of expensive taste in dinner choices?

The kick sheet

So we are now into the home stretch. Two and a half more months. I can't wait. I know I have yet to post a picture of me and my oh-so-not-cute belly. It will come as soon as I get the guts...but don't hold your breath! ;-)

I had a doctors appointment last week, you know the one where you have to drink the really nasty glucose crap in less than ten minutes without puking or passing out. Fortunately I did neither and I made it to the office in relatively good condition. They poked me in the finger, gave me a shot ( rogam..I am O negative and my husband is a positive) and basically made me as uncomfortable as possible! I was starting to consider moving to BFE where there are no doctors when they told me I was done. Thank goodness! Well almost done..one more thing...

"We have this sheet we want you to take home. You have to take an hour out of each day, find a quiet spot and lay there counting kicks from the baby until you get to ten. If you don't get them in an hour, eat some food, drink some water and lay there for another hour until you get to ten. If you never get there..go to the emergency room. Ok? Have a great day!"

Hello? What? Ok, I understand the importance of making sure this baby is still moving around and alive in there, but an hour..of "quiet time"..everyday..and I have to write it down and bring it with me every time I come back? Do I not have two other children, who are loud and demand my attention every second of every day? Come on now, lets be realistic!

Well, I might be exaggerating the demand on my time a tad bit, I am sure once the kids are in bed I can find the time to lay around. The only problem there is I fall asleep in the blink of an eye if I sit or lay ANYWHERE!! And I suppose its a good thing that I don't have a tiny, docile infant lounging around in there, she's more like a full sized acrobat! I don't have to lay long before I get about a million kicks. So, really its not that bad. ;-) I actually love to feel her moving around and stretching out. Thats always the thing I miss the most after pregnancy, it just feels so empty in there. I will just have to look at this as bonding time between me and her , a time that no one else can really feel or be a part of. I try to get The Man's attention in time, but she's tricky and somehow knows when he's there. As soon as his hand is on my belly, she is as quiet and still as a mouse! ;-) poor guy..he starting to wonder if I really am pregnant, or just really packing on the fat!!