Abs of Baby

So this one time, we were at the doctor's office. It was our first appointment after our 25 week ultrasound, (so probably 29 weeks) and was also the first week that they measured to make sure my growth was on track. The nurse started looking for the top of my uterus and exclaimed, "Wow! You have really good abdominal muscles! It makes it hard to find your uterus!"

Well, here's why.



I have a husband who makes me laugh ALL THE TIME. 'Nuff said. Here's to hoping all the laughing helps me get the abs back! :)

In other news, I spent my Wednesday afternoon as a sugar cookie cookin' fiend! Luckily I had my equally fiendish nephew to help me out. :)





WOOHOO! :) I'll be at 35 weeks on Sunday! I'll try and get another belly shot up. I just don't take very many... Hum.

For All You Cougar Fans... :)

I'm totally stealing this off my friend Rachel's blog (THANK'S RACHEL!) because it is just too awesome and I wanted to share the love... :) I know it's a little late, seeing as we have another game coming up in a couple hours, but it's totally worth it. And yes--you will actually have to pay attention because there are subtitles you have to read. No multitasking allowed! :)

Not sure who to believe...

Through the course of pregnancy, one's body changes a lot.

A LOT-A-LOT.

Obviously.

But sometimes I wonder if certain changes I perceive are actually a figment of my imagination. For example, I have been feeling like my arms have been getting a bit fatter--mostly because I don't work out like I used to. But when I mentioned this to Kirby, he said, "Oh really? I thought they were getting thinner... huh."

And so I am faced with a dilemma. To whom do I listen? My overly analytical and critical self, whose vision of self image tends to be distorted simply because of an extra X chromosome? Or my loving husband whose view tends to be distorted by that love, as well as the fact that my middle is getting increasingly larger, thus potentially causing said arms to look smaller simply by comparison?

My life is so hard. So many difficult decisions. :)

But I am thankful for difficult decisions like trying to decide who's opinion on the size of my arms to believe. And having to try and decide which shirt to wear. After all, I have a choice. I'm thankful to be faced with the decision of what I want to eat for lunch. And whether or not I want to "treat" Kirby to Panda Express. And whether or not I want crunchy or creamy peanut butter on my sandwich today.

While faced with such challenging decisions, I just remember--it's okay. I can do hard things. And I'm thankful for that. ;)

This morning was a pretty ordinary summer morning. Mostly. Kirby's getting over a cold, so he slept in a little longer than normal, but other than that, nothing new. I took a shower like normal, and began blow drying my hair--like normal.

*Cue the rhythmic sound of a hair dryer*

I happened to glance up a bit in the mirror and realized---


I was not alone.


HE

was watching me.



Upon realizing he had been discovered, he tried to make his escape out the back way...



Little did he know that I am trained in the art of arachno-extirpation... My first instinct was to grab the vacuum, but due to the teasing I got from Kirby last time I used that method (I was home alone, and had THREE encounters!! Can you blame me? I kept the vacuum out the rest of the weekend he was gone, just in case...), I opted to try a different approach.

I grabbed the critical ingredients to my special cocktail:

Hairspray... and 409.

I hadn't ever actually used 409 before, but I figured it smells toxic to me, so it has to do something harmful to spiders...

I hit him hard with the 409 first. To my great astonishment, it had very little effect. Exoskeleton, perhaps? It appeared to irritate me more than him! So I used my trusty fallback--hairspray. Not sure exactly if it kills them, or just freezes them, but either way, it immobilizes them.

And rather than clean the job up with the vacuum, I coaxed him onto a piece of paper (a full sheet of paper, mind you... Keeping your distance from such criminal intruders is a necessary safety precaution...) and flushed him down the toilet.

Round and round and round he went.

Better luck next time.

The Belly, etc.

I reached a couple milestones this week.

I had my first encounter with pregnancy heartburn. Before this I thought to myself, "Psh. I can handle heartburn. I've had it before." Turns out it's not quite the same. If I have it consistently like I had it the other night, I'm going to explode from annoyance. Any magical heartburn cures are welcome! I've supplied a comment box just for them! (Well... sort of...) This is how I feel about heartburn. See below:

"Um... please no?" Please note the lazy right eye... :)


I also had my first hardcore leg cramp last night. Kirby and I were watching The Karate Kid (my first time ever seeing it, actually) on his laptop in the living room when my entire leg cramped in a way it never has before. Don't worry. I thought I could handle leg cramps, too. I get charley horses in my calves all the time, especially in bed. But, again, this wasn't even close to the same. Sigh. I have no idea what I will do if I get one while I'm shopping or something. Sit down in the aisle till it goes away? Hum. Here's how I feel about leg cramps:

"You cramp up and I will take you down, Leg. Believe me, I will..."


On a funnier note--I looked at my belly button the first time since I've begun to show, and it is rapidly disappearing! I am now mildly obsessed with it. I can actually see the bottom!

And the best news ever! I made a rag quilt this week! PAH! And it is SO CUTE. No joke. I am so proud of it. I just decided one day that I was going to make one, so I went and got fabric, looked up how online (turns out it is one of the easiest things to do), and did it. Tada! Now I want to make one for me. This one is technically for our girlie--it's supposed to be crib sized.







And, upon request... Some belly pictures! Took these last night. Well, let's be honest. Kirby took them. And he took 42 pictures in the 2 minutes we had the camera out. Pahaha. So this is me at 28 weeks and 2 days! The first two trimesters have come and gone!

I think it's growing...

Yup. Last night I was sitting in bed playing sudoku while Kirby was finishing up in the office, and I felt a huge kick.

Followed immediately by another.

And another.

I looked down at my stomach in shock, only to see it MOVING!

Pretty sure she was kick boxing or something, because that belly of mine was getting manipulated in too many directions to only be caused by her feet. Impressive, really.

To put it short--I laughed my head off.

Good News and Bad News...

Good News: We got to see our little girl again yesterday, and she is still a girl! ;) She's weighing in at 1 pound, 11 oz and is growing.

Bad News: She was still being a little stinker which meant no profile shot. Bummer. (Yes, Erin, I am a tiny bit jealous of the profile shot of Lil' on your blog...)

Good News: I got my first kick in the rib region not one minute ago. It was a pretty decent kick--not painful, but rather impressive.

Bad News: The kicks to the ribs are just going to get harder. :) And hey--she must have finally rolled over to her back if she's kicking me up there... One day too late...

Good News: Our cutie seems to be taking after her daddy. First of all, she's pretty stubborn. Secondly, she's a tummy sleeper. Thirdly, she's got some mightily impressive guns! (See the post below for proof if you haven't seen it yet or have forgotten...) Hopefully this means she will also get his perfect eyesight, his incredible metabolism, and his beautiful eyes! :)

Super Good News: I found a crazy-amazing deal on a crib and changing table from some people moving to New York. Not to mention we also got a cradle swing, bouncer, and jumper in the package! It's such a relief to have some baby stuff! It makes it feel that much more real!

Bad News: I'm exhausted right now and am going to go to bed, rather than think of more news. Maybe my creative juices will return tomorrow. :)