AGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have finally decided that my high risk doctors are RE-TAR-DED. Seriously. I'm so seriously fed up with them, that I am now looking for a different doctor. I didn't want to do that, especially since I'm half way through already, and switching means I'd have to go through record transfers, initial examinations, etc...again. But I really can't handle feeling like my baby is in potential danger. I'm not kidding. These people have NO clue what they're doing! But after learning what I did today, all I could do was laugh hysterically at the sheer madness of it all!

So, if any of you are completely in love with your OB's or have prego friends who love theirs here in the Clear Lake area, I'm taking names!!!

Sad realizations of pregnancy

-Pregnant women do NOT glow. They sweat, have pimples, and get flushed cheeks. It is not pretty. People who tell you that you're glowing, are trying to be nice. They are lying to you.

- Your hair growth rate is ri-DIC-ulous! Sure, some if it is hormones, some of it is prenatal vitamins, but the end result is the same. You come out looking like a werewolf.

- Shaving becomes a feat of acrobatic talent. I feel like I'm trying out for cirque du soleil. And the sheer difficulty of that leads to giving up shaving...which leads to more of the werewolf look.

- Your primal instincts kick in. In my case, I growled at a waiter who took my fries off the table before I was done. He brought them back. lol

-The piggy look sucks. And anyone who tells you that it will go away after you give birth is lying. It only goes away if you happen to be one of those people who gets off on OCD exercising. And if you ARE one of those, I feel so inclined to warn CPS that maybe your newborn isn't being looked after. *sticking out my tongue*

- Not being able to write with a pen because your fingers resemble sausages really sucks.

- Not being able to wear any shoes other than flip flops because your toes resemble sausages really sucks.

- Feeling like you're living in Chernoble because your ass is spewing noxious, radioactive gases against your will sucks. It makes you hope your baby doesn't come out with 2 heads or 4 arms from being in such close proximity.

- Suddenly hating your favorite food is sad. Suddenly having a craving for sushi with mayo and onions is even sadder. Thank GOD I don't have that craving, but it gets my point across.

- Getting stuck on the doctor's table flat on your back for the first time is a unique experience. This is the point where you realize that the whole Life Alert thing is a pretty good idea after all!

- Realizing that you'd be too embarrassed to actually USE Life Alert and having a 5 minute fantasty imagining all the different scenarios you could be stuck on your back and different ways to roll yourself over and get up is unique to pregnant women and seniors. Kind of sad, huh?

- Your mind wanders CONSTANTLY. You get pregnancy brain, which means you drift off into lala land quite often. You forget words you've known all your life (well, not forget, but you have the tip-of-the-tongue experience a LOT). This is a potentially embarrassing situation. Especially if you are in public, like maybe in the middle of ordering your favorite, complicated, drink from Starbucks. "Yes, I'd like a triple mocha caramel...uhh...what's that word...you know..like coffee, but it's not coffee....uhhh...YEAH...cappucino..that's it!" Having it happen at work really sucks too. "Yes boss, I finished the project on the...well, the umm..thingy...that has a chart, that's shaped like an.,..umm...well, uh you know."

Growing Pains

So, it's definitely getting to the point where my belly is growing rapidly. I swear every week I can notice a difference. Mostly it's just the way my clothes fit, but I am now FULLY in maternity clothes! 2 weeks ago, I could still fit into most of my pre-prego shirts, but none of my pants. NOW, if I try to put on a shirt, I can't get it over my boobs! I feel like I've tripled in size since Christmas! lol Of course, I really haven't, but my belly has definitely had a growth spurt....and my hips, and my thighs....oh hell, just about all of me. There, I admit it!

It's a pretty unsettling experience. I can't even see my feet anymore. :-( I THOUGHT I was prepared for it since I've gone through it before. But nobody TOLD me that you show earlier, faster, and sometimes larger the 2nd time around! Ack! Talk about a well-guarded secret. I think it's a conspiracy to make women think, "Oh it wasn't so bad last time. I didn't really get big until the 3rd trimester...Oh hell, I can do that again!" WHAT THE F*** EVER! Ughh.

To give you an example, a girl I work with is pregnant too. She's about 7 and a half months right now. My stomach is TWICE the size of hers!! And it's not that I'm fatter than her or anything. I'm a LOT taller, which normally would mean I would appear skinnier....but NOPE, I have a gigantic stomach! It's kind of weird that people assume that I'm in my 3rd trimester. I've already had several comments about how I must be glad to only have a couple of months left. Yeah right! lol

When I tell people that I'm only a little over 4 months, they either don't believe me and ASSUME that I have misjudged my due date (I think that is one of the rudest, most stuck-up, idiotic things I have ever heard), or that I'm having a large baby. Of course, having a big baby wouldn't surprise me...you HAVE seen Dean, right?? He even thinks so too. He even suggested the name Gigantor for a boy, or Giganterella for a girl. Yeah, like THAT's gonna happen, but you get the point. lol

I need to take some more baby belly pics and get those posted, but I think I'm gonna need Dean's help on that one! I'm going to try to get those done within the next week. I have a doctor's appointment Monday, so maybe I can have them up by then. :-)

New Year's Eve

Yep...I hate being pregnant during the holidays....especially New Year's. I used to enjoy being able to have some sort of alcoholic drink, whether I was actually getting drunk or just having one. Normal pregnant women can drink a glass of wine on occasion. I can't...for 2 reasons. Not only do I HATE wine, but since I'm high-risk, I can't have it...at all.

Also, being pregnant limits what I can do on New Year's Eve. I can't really go out anywhere. It's boring being the only sober person. I don't smoke anymore, so being around all that kind of sucks. I'm also still pretty exhausted all the time. Sure, the whole 1st trimester exhaustion is wearing off, but being in a state of constant pain and worry doesn't really let you relax and enjoy going out. lol.

Basically....I'm bored. Going to be bored tonight, and I feel like having a pity party for myself. lol

Christmas!

Inheriting an entire family once you get married is kind of cool. lol. For Christmas, it meant that Dalton was spoiled...and spoiled, and spoiled...by everybody! lol Dean's family always does their Christmas on Christmas Eve. The whole family (like 30-40 people) gets together at Dean's grandma's house. It's nuts trying to remember everybody's name! lol Dalton had a little girl his age to play with, so I actually got to socialize with adults! Anyone who has kids knows how exciting that is!!! lol Anyways, when each person arrives, they bring all the gifts they're going to give out, so there winds up being this huge pile of gifts in the living room. Poor Dalton had a HARD time not touching. The look on his face said, "Ooooohhh...presents...pretty...I WANT them!"

And of course, this picture doesn't even begin to show the huge pile. We were the first ones there, and these presents were already there...notice the tree in the background. It gives you a little idea about the scope of things. lol And as more people arrived, the pile got bigger, taller, and wider! lol

Once Sidney, the little girl, got there, Dalton had something to distract him, so it wasn't so bad! lol We all played different games for a while, and I learned a new game..pretty fun too. lol Afterwards, it was time to open the gifts. Dean's sister Rebecca gave Dalton a Lightning McQueen car that everytime you shake it, it makes noises, talks, and rolls across the floor. The look on Dalton's face was pure excitement! He played with that pretty much the whole time we were there! He also got a racetrack and a few other things that had to be put together, so he really couldn't play with anything else at the time.

The next day, Christmas, we spent with my family. It works out pretty well that we can do Christmas Eve with Dean's family and Christmas Day with mine! We loaded up the car in the morning and headed over to my mom's house. This year was definitely all about Dalton! His dad spoiled him rotten with all kinds of toys: a huge dumptruck that he can sit in, some toy dinosaurs, new books, a V-smile (he's a little young for it), a new coat, new shoes, a huge stuffed white tiger, an RC monster truck, etc. You get the picture...it was a lot! lol He also got a bunch of other stuffed animals, some giant coloring books, an activity box with flash cards, stickers, and stuff!

I got some stuff I was wanting too. Especially maternity clothes! I woke up the other day, and all of a sudden my clothes didn't fit, so it was really nice to get those! lol Rebecca gave me this really pretty necklace that I like too. It was a good Christmas, and now I have to go through all the pictures and decide which ones to keep! lol

They're Coming To Take Me Away...haha, hoho, heehee...to the funny farm...

Dalton is driving me INSANE!! lol I guess it's natural for him at that age, but I swear I can't leave him alone for 30 SECONDS! He's REALLY having a hard time keeping his little paws OFF the presents under the tree. lol Again..that's not surprising. He's 3 after all. But, he apparently is a master at unwrapping presents and can do it in mere seconds. I'm totally not kidding.

The first time, I only went to the bathroom for about 30 seconds. Yes...30 seconds...a pregnant bladder does not take long to empty! lol I came back into the room, and he streaked across the room with this enormously guilty look on his face. You know, the look that says, "I did something, but I don't want you to know that I did, and I've put myself as far away from it as possible. That way I can't be blamed." Yeah....that look. So, of course, I go looking. He's gotten in the habit of hiding crayons around the house (that way when I take away one, he has backups. The kid is pretty dang smart) and when I leave the room, he colors a "pretty" picture on the walls, cabinets, and floor of my kitchen...yeah....NIIIICCCEEE. So, that's what I thought it was at first. lol.

That's when I turned around and noticed that there was something...not quite right...with the presents. Some were not in the place I put them. Some were crinkled. Some were OPEN! I have no clue why he was so sneaky about it, but it's not like he ripped into them like any other kid would. He was actually careful! One was open at the seam of where the tape was. Another had a slit in it that is now allowing a toy to peak through. Thank goodness he can't tell what they are just from a side view, or there would be NO way I would be able to get him to leave them alone at all!

And that's just the FIRST time. It seems like every time I leave the room, he tries to make the holes a little bigger on the ones he opened, or there's another present moved (He even took one to his room...I guess to open it later, when he wouldn't be disturbed. lol). Sometimes, I even catch him sitting on the couch holding one looking at it. That time, he even told me, "It's ok mommy... Calm down, calm down mommy. I'm just looking. Go away." That one made me laugh. lol

And it's not even ALWAYS him messing with presents. Sometimes, he colors on things he's not supposed to, and I have no CLUE where he's getting the markers, highlighters, crayons, etc! Sometimes, he's pulling things out of the refrigerator or cabinets. One time he decided to "help" me unload the dishwasher and put 3 plates, a cup, and 2 pans in the trash. He put a spoon in the toilet. Another time, I found his spaghetti noodles sticking to the TV. And every time, he gives me a look and tells me to "Calm down mommy...calm down." Or, as he says it..."talm down." lol

Who KNOWS what he's doing right this minute. He WAS watching cartoons, but it won't surprise me if I have to come back and add something else to this! lol

Feeling like crap

Ughh. I absolutely hate being sick. Even when I was little, when I got sick, I didn't usually throw-up. Even with the morning sickness that I've had, I've rarely thrown up. So, it's kind of new to me. And al lthis started on Wednesday! Luckily, I had a doctor's appointment the same day I got sick. They gave me a prescription to help with the nausea, but all it does is knock me out. lol And I STILL throw-up! I feel a little better today, just really tired.

I have my first appointment with the high-risk doctors on Monday. They're going to try to find out why I'm in so much pain all the time. I'm just hoping that it'll be something that they can fix. They've already ruled out a lot of stuff because it didn't show up on the ultrasounds that I've had.