Thursday, December 31, 2009

Avoiding Cleaning the House...

2009 in pictures...
January: Bachelorette Party. Wine Tasting in the Karaoke Limo!

February: Our Gorgeous Wedding

March: Charley's First Trip to the Snow!

April: The Sharks are the Number 1 team in the NHL.

May: The Sharks disappointed us all.
June: Summer began!

July: We had our Reception

AND we found out we were expecting!

August : Our Honeymoon

September: Bought the dogs 100 tennis balls!

October: Donated 7 inches of my hair

November: It's a girl!

December - We celebrated Christmas home!

27 Weeks!

27 weeks and ready to ring in the new year!
13 weeks left. Wine is a mere 91 days away. I can almost taste it.

As for updates...the baby's room is coming close to complete. Just a bit more painting and hanging of some pictures. Then we have to wait for the wall decal to come in and VIOLA! instant baby's room.

I am feeling pretty good. Tired more easily. If I don't take a nap, I fall asleep really early at night. That's a bummer but I am getting used to it.

I went shopping with Silicia yesterday and bought a bunch of baby clothes! So cute. I can't wait to dress her up all cute.

Bitch comment of the day - Timm's mom sent us a box, a large box at that, of baby clothes. Used baby clothes. I don't even know where they came from and neither does she. I don't really like it. Kind of grosses me out but oh well. Timm doesn't want to get rid of anything she gives us, ever. So we shall keep it. Hopefully, she will never actually have to wear any of it. I plan on washing it twice.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The 3rd Trimester

Here we are 26 weeks, 6 days and officially in the third trimester. I can't even pretend I am in the second trimester anymore. I think I waited until the very last moment to embrace the third tri.

But here I am.
I am going to get huge.
Baby will start gaining lots of weight which in turn will make me gain lots of weight.

On the weight gain front, I have been doing so good. I have gained exactly what I am supposed to. Hopefully I don't balloon up in the third tri. That would be very sad. I have gained 16 pounds. I will hopefully only gain another 13. You know, since there are 13 weeks left of this pregnancy. 1 pound per week.

And the reality that we are getting close to having this baby came true last night. I scheduled our birthing classes at the hospital. We are taking a Late Pregnancy Class, Preparing for Childbirth, Newborn Care, and Breastfeeding class. The best part is that they are all free except the Preparing for Childbirth is $50! Woohoo! Timm has only been around one newborn and while I have been around a million, it has been a long time so a refreasher course is a must take. The only other class I have to get us into is a newborn CPR class. I have to find one first.

So I watched the Business of Being Born yesterday. Interesting watch. Pretty one sided, although you'd be hardpressed to find a documentary that isn't one sided. It was interesting to see how much the nurses didn't know. AND how much some people have to pay to have their babies. Timm has kick ass health insurance and I am so grateful that he does. We only have to pay $250 for the hospital stay. I am not a home birth chick. I can't do it med free. But I am going to give it my best effort and I will stay home for as long as I can.

And because I love pictures! Charley and Rizzo got to meet a sister from the first litter on Sunday. This was their day in pictures!
Here they all all. The big yellow is all the black pups mom! The little yellow is a friend's puppy and his name is Dozer.

Waiting for the ball to be thrown.

Lucy. This is the newest sister. We haven't met her yet. She is cute but a spaz.
This is the look of a very happy dog. Full of slobber, tongue hanging out, and with a ball.
Doggy Perfection.

This is Sammy. She lives around the corner from us. She is from the first litter also. We play with her often since I can go get her whenever I want.

Lucy again.
This is such a perfect picture of Lucy's personality. Waiting for the ball, tail wagging, and full of doggy muscle.

Mom dog, Blonde. She's a bit tired.

Charley was trying to cool off but ready to get up if that ball is thrown!
Dozer wasn't so fond of fetch. He wanted to take all the extra balls away so the big dogs would play with him.

Monday, December 28, 2009

This is going to come out so wrong.

But deal with it.

My grandma made this HUGE deal about making the baby's bedding. And we had to have the fabric by Thanksgiving, so she could have them done by Christmas. But they aren't done and she's changing them because the fabric isn't girly enough.


This is my kid. We got two fabrics, one is uber girly and the other not so much. We wanted it like that. Now she is adding some weird silhouette of a doll with a bonnet and covering some of the cute design. When I nicely tried to tell her to not change it, she blew me off and said she didn't like it they way it was.

Ok. So basically you are going to cost us more money because I am just going to go out and buy new bedding. That is just going to annoy me. I didn't want doll silhouettes. I would have asked for them. Ugh.

THEN to add insult to injury, my little sister spills the name to the whole world on Christmas. Not that I have a huge problem with this, we are only telling people who ask. There will be no big announcement, or so I thought. Anyway, my little sister says the name to the room. My grandma doesn't comment instead she changes the subject and says to my mom, "did you hear, Margret's granddaughter named her kid Madeline. Isn't that the cutest name ever?" I just laughed.

My grandma is so bitter that we aren't considering any of her names. Well I am sorry but Annabelle Rose just doesn't do it for me. "But you could call her Bella." Um, so Twilight. No thank you.

Now, I feel horrible for ranting on about her. But I can't take it anymore. Must she change my plans and give me shit about how we are planning to raise the baby.

I am sorry you wanted to make the bumpers. I want breathable ones. Get over it.
I am sorry you wanted her name to be Annabelle, it isn't happening.
I am sorry you want her to sleep with blankets. She will sleep swaddled.
I am sorry that we all turned out fine and you didn't take any of these precautions but this is my child and I will do with her what I want.

I am very grateful that my grandma is helping. I am grateful that she is considering moveing here to take care of the baby while we are busy. But the kid will still have a Spanish speaking nanny for at least one day a week and she will start preschool as early as possible. I will not have a heathen child. The kid is going to be so spoiled by my grandma that she isn't going to listen to anyone for shit. Preschool is essential. And I want her to be exposed to two languages. Why must she fight me on everything?

I am being such a bitch right now too. Wow. Oh well.

Anyway, on the the nursery! YAY! We're all set up. Everything is where it is going to be but now I just need to work on wall decor. I have an idea but I am not sure it will be cute. But I have to say, I am loving the purple and orange nursery.
Timm putting together the crib.

I am helping.
Inside of her closet. I thought she would have more clothes by now but let me tell you how hard it is to find baby clothes without writing. I have always had this little vision that my kid would wear little versions of adult clothes. But not so much. Ducklings, flowers, and weird shit all over baby clothes. I hate it.

Timm admiring his handy work. Check out that super cute lamp too!
The crib is all set up!

Thursday, December 24, 2009

26 Weeks

26 weeks.

I love this picture. I haven't mastered the art of silhouette shots yet. This is pretty good for my first shot.

So we're closing in on the home stretch. Only 14 weeks left. Only 5 days until we enter the third trimester. On Sunday we are going to start putting the baby's room together. The christmas tree comes down on Saturday, so on Sunday we will be all ready for the baby decorations to begin! Hopefully my grandma will bring the blankets for the bedding that she made for the Kikmonster. I am going to be sad if she doesn't bring them with her or if they aren't done yet. Mostly because that means we will have to make a separate trip over there to get them. And she made a big deal about having the fabric before Thanksgiving so she could make them.

I don't feel as big as I look. I feel like I look huge in pictures. It is a good thing that I don't feel as big as I look. But with that said, I feel as big as I look when I try to clean the house. The littlest things take it all outta me.

Bending over to pick up dog toys? The dogs need to learn to clean up after themselves.
Sweeping? That's exhausting.
Vacuuming? Please, someone else should take care of that.
Cleaning counters or bath tubs? Don't ask me to bend over. It is too painful.

Just about the only household chore that I can do that doesn't completely do me in is the dishes. But not too many because if I stand in the kitchen shoeless for too long my back starts to hurt and I have to take breaks.

Other than that, I am feeling great. Starting to get tired again. A lot. I think I will start taking some naps again during the day. Mostly this is because when Timm comes home I would like to be able to hang out with him. If I don't take naps then I fall asleep on the couch after dinner, around 6:30. This is a double sad face because Friends comes on at 6:30 too. So napping during the day is ideal.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


"a surgical cut in the muscular area between the vagina and the anus (the area called the perineum) made just before delivery to enlarge your vaginal opening." From here

Tearing vs cutting?

Who knows. They're both going to be fucking painful. Shitting on the table has nothing on tearing to your butthole.

That is like the doctor asking you, "How would you like to deliver your child today, vaginally or anally?"

There must be another way.
Oh wait there is, C section.

I have (hate) to admit that I am still in denial I will actually ever go into labor. I will have the baby eventually. I just won't have to labor to do it. It will be painless and unrushed and short. Of course short.

We have to go to labor classes. But going to labor classes means that I have officially entered the third trimester, which doesn't actually happen until NEXT Tuesday. I have another week of second trimester honeymoon status and I will accept that with open arms. Anyway, the arrival of the third trimester only means one more milestone to actually meeting my adorable child...labor.

Yes, labor.

That shit is scary.

I can't even imagine the pain. And an epidural? I don't want to not be able to move my lower half. That's just weird. And if the docs want me to move myself into a better laboring position, well, I won't be able to. I won't be able to move my legs. I can't possibly be dependent on someone else for the entire duration of labor. Which will inevitably be long.

So I feel like a light dose of epi for pain management and no episotomy is the right choice for me. I have a feeling that skin torn at its own will heals faster than skin that is cut.

Oh yes, and Timm has an above the blanket rule. Yes, I am going to be that crazy bitch who won't let her husband see his own child be born. He won't ever want to have sex with me again if he sees a human head come out of my vagina.

I must go walk on the treadmill now. They (I have never understood the ambiguous 'they') say that walking makes for an easier labor.

And because I must always leave you with a picture:

Monday, December 21, 2009

"Just you wait..."

I know you were hoping we weren't going to say this, but don't expect this baby to come early. Your baby is nice and comfy tucked away in your womb and has no interest in joining the rest of the world. We predict your baby will be born after its due date. Your baby will most likely be born in the morning. Justmommies predicts that your baby will weigh approximately 7.3 pounds and that your labor will be about 13 hours long.

I got this from here.

Well there goes my gut feeling.

You wanna know what really chaps my hide? People who start sentences with, "Just you wait...."

"Just you wait until your kid has stickers."
"Just you wait until you can't sleep at night."
"Just you wait until your dog hates your kid."
"Just you wait until your kid draws all over the walls."
"Just you wait until your house is dirty all the time because you have a toddler."

I understand life is going to be different once we have this baby. Trust me, shit is different now. I am celebrating with ice cream instead of wine, does that sound right? It is oh so wrong.

But I don't need people who don't even know how to raise their own dogs, let alone children, tell me how to raise mine. Cough, cough, Timm's brother and sister in law, cough, cough.

Their dogs aren't trained. They are constantly running away. They can't stay in the house unsupervised because they chew and destroy things - although in their defense they aren't exercised and they don't have enough toys.

Their kid is 3.5 and STILL doesn't pee in the potty..."because she is too lazy to get up from watching cartoons and pee in the toilet" (Per her parents). There are no rules. The kid doesn't even know her ABCs and can't count past 5. There is no reason for that child to blatently ignore you when you tell her something or ask her to do something. There is no reason for her to cry when she doesn't get her way (other than when she cries, she gets her way at home).

And yet, they have the balls to tell me, "Just you wait, when you have your kid, it will be so much harder. Kids are generally better behaved for other people than they are at home." So because their kid doesn't listen obviously, mine won't. I am going to have a terror of a child just like they do. That isn't reality. They don't have rules for her. She doesn't have to obey. She is allowed to do whatever she wants. They are driving me crazy.

If the way we train our dogs is any indication of how we will/did train our children then my kid is going to be a damn good kid, with the occasional mishap.

It is a darn good thing she's cute.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

25 Weeks

Woohoo! Only 15 more weeks to go.
Here I am....25 weeks and 1 day of pregnancy glow. I look like a huge beast in this picture. I thought I was cute pregnant. I am not looking so cutepregnant in this picture. Whoa.
Must keep "working out."

That seems crazy. So close and yet, so far. I feel like I am at a weird inbetween stage. We can't do anything with the babies room until after Christmas since we are having guests and I thought we may as well offer them a bed in the house, rather than the green house, for one last time.

I want to buy stuff but whenever I do buy stuff people give me shit about it.
"what are people going to buy you for the shower?"
"Do you even want any help with buying baby stuff?"
Seriously, we weren't expecting handouts. I assumed the fam would help but I didn't expect to get shit about buying things my own child would need.

Yesterday, I went shopping with my friend and her 16 week old. Man, was that a chore. But honestly, I don't know who made it more of a chore- her or the child. She is so indecisive.
"Should I bring the stroller or the bijorn?"
"Should we go see Santa now or later?"
"He's so fussy, he's probably hungry. Should I feed him now or should I wait?"

It was stressful hanging out with her. I didn't know the answer to her questions. I am just trying to get my christmas shopping done. Whoa.

But man, oh, man, is that kid cute. He is such a little chub. He definitely is a good eater.

I bought the baby some of the cutest little outfits. I wrapped them up and put them under the tree for Timm to open. They are so adorable!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Working Out While Pregnant

If you want to call it that. I mean, keeping the heartrate under 140? Lame. Do you even sweat? I don't. I should preface with I am not big on working out. I did the Jillian Micheal's workout because it is short. I interval run on the treadmill for 30 minutes but never two workouts on the same day because that is just too much work. I like to workout hard for 30 minutes. You know, the faster the better. Get that damn workout done.

Knowing that I wouldn't be able to run or do the Jillian DVD anymore, I bought two pregnancy workout DVDs when we found out we were pregnant. Although I did keep running until 10 weeks but it just wasn't the same. Interval running and slow jogging are way different.

I thought I would do a little review session on the DVDs I did purchase. I alternate the DVDs with 30 minutes of treadmill walking on an incline but at a pretty slow speed since the heartrate thing is really proving to be a problem in my workout regime.

The first is Denise Austin Fit and Firm's Pregnancy. First, could this chick get anymore annoying? She talks to you like you are a baby and not actually having a baby. I put this shit on mute and add my own music.

Her cardio workout is pretty lame. It is a bunch of dance moves and I am sure it will get harder as the beast gets bigger but right now I would rather walk on an incline on the treadmill. The strength training workouts are good though. I like the arm workouts but I think it would be more beneficial if she did more reps or two sets. I often pause and add another set of reps.

The strength workouts are separated by trimester. Which is nice. While she is not actually pregnant, (but has been twice as if that makes a difference when you're fat and working out and she's all skinny and stretchmarkless.) the people working out behind her are indeed pregnant. That takes away some of the sting, although not all of it. She does do this awesome inner thigh workout that I love and often do while sitting on the couch in the evening.

Overall, if you can get past her annoying and condecending voice, the strength training sessions are good workouts. I plan on giving the cardio another shot when the beast gets bigger and walking uphill on the treadmill gets harder.

Erin O'Brien's Prenatal Fitness Fix - This video comes with a partner workout, a prenatal workout, and postnatal workout. And she is actually pregnant. It looks like this video was taped in her home but she isn't annoying and some parts I actually did giggle at.

First the prenatal workout you do by yourself is pretty good. She combines cardio, strength training, and core workouts (which has been a godsend for me since a strong core leads to less backpain and I have backpain like you woldn't believe). The cardio is fun. Yes, I said that in relation to working out. The cardio is a good time. I wish is was longer but again that damn heartrate really messes with that. The rest of it is good. I like all the exercises. She doesn't include weights it is all. I add them to a couple sections of the workout but other than that it uses all your own body weight. The complete workout is about 40 minutes long. Which I read is the max that a pregnant chick should workout for.

The partner workout is awesome. She says you can do this workout with your mom but I wouldn't recommend that. There is a part where you lay on your side and your partner lays behind you and puts their leg on top of yours. You use your partner's leg weight while lifting your leg to get a little bit more out of leg lifts. It is pretty intimate. I would recommend doing this workout with a partner and someone stronger than you but knows their own strength. Timm doesn't realize how strong he is compared to me, he is also a foot taller. So I was constantly telling him to add more pressure or less pressure.

This workout is 20 minutes and right up my alley. Hard, fast workout. But the heartrate doesn't go up since it is mostly weight oriented and not so much cardio. She does do some interval training which I have always been a fan of. That gets the heartrate going a little bit but it is easy to control.

Timm hates DVD workouts. He thinks they are girly. So talking him into this one was difficult. but I used the whole, "I am pregnant and working out the least you can do is support me in this." And then he didn't argue a whole lot. Besides 20 minutes goes by pretty quickly. And we laughed a lot. Timm said that he didn't feel much of the workout. He did feel some of the leg stuff but other than that this workout is all mommy-to-be.

My final thought, if you are only buying one pregnancy DVD get the Erin O'Brien DVD. It is a better workout. Just add Denise Austin's inner thigh workout and your set!

I hate Yoga. So I do have some Yoga DVD's given to me by Timm's sister in law. And I don't know how people do it. So slow. So boring.

And just to round things out and finish with a picture, I am making everyone these for Christmas.

Here is the link to Bakerella's recipe and directions

Monday, December 14, 2009

Photos, Photos, Photos

I gotta have pics. Gotta have them. Like it isn't possible to not have them.

Anyway. Finding someone in my area that I like has been close to impossible. I have been searching and scouring the internet for WEEKS, literally, since I was 10 weeks along, to find someone that I actually wanted to pay to take pictures.

So here we are, 14 weeks later and I have found two ladies who I think will do a great job. But now I must decide which one I want to pay.

Option #1 - $400 and $50 print credit = 2 2-hour sessions - maternity and newborn. Also 25 birth announcements. No rights to any images, we're still working on these details.

Option #2 - $100 per session, plus mandatory minimum prints purchase of $250 per session. Plus watermarked images that I buy to send to the family to purchase for themselves. We're looking at $700.

I think I like Option #1 better. Not only pricewise, but style wise. It is such a tough decision. And honestly, one of the options is kind of stuck up about her work, charging $1100 for printing rights for 10 images. Holy shit.

Sunday, December 13, 2009


So I live in a small town. 1100 people live here. In the entire town. Seriously, you might not even know you were driving through an inhabitable area if you had never been here before. And I love it.

We have a theatre, two general stores, and a bar. Every small town needs a bar. Besides who doesn't like to get drunk for $2.50 a drink.

But alas, I digress, the lady who owns the theatre, we will call her, Mrs. Park&Rec, is a really great family friend to Timm's family. She hates me and my family because of some drama years ago. She had her nose poked where it didn't belong just because she is on the Park & Rec Board.

Mrs. Rec&Park writes an article in the local paper, that gets delivered to everyone's house for free. In her article she always lists birthdays. Well my birthday was listed this month, this is what it read:

Ashley Ogletree, soon to be a new mom celebrates her birthday on January 12th.

Um, really? You can take the time to say that I am going to be a new mom but you can't change my last name (which isn't even right in the first place and she KNOWS that) to my married name. It is no secret we got married. We invited her to Mexico and the reception and this is what I get.

Why even acknowledge my birthday at all if you are just going to fuck it up?

Thursday, December 10, 2009

24 Weeks and Other Random Thoughts

24 Weeks!
Here we go....this is the last week in the belly book for the second trimester.

But I still have more than 100 days to go. Could this pregnancy drag by any slower? It is OK though. I am kind of enjoying being pregnant.
I miss wine.
Good god do I miss wine.
Other than that being pregnant isn't so bad.
Did I mention that I miss wine?
I pretty much do.

So, we got bored last night. And put the camera on timer to take ten pics.

It was pretty hilarious.

Here's what we got:


Kissy. Kissy. Smoochie. Smoochie.

Running out of posing ideas.

Looking a little bit drunk. Quite funny.
So last night I had a pretty weird dream about the little KikMonster. I didn't have to give birth. There was no actual pushing out a giant beast through the vagina. Instead, more confusion of how this little dark haired beast got here. Wait, did I say dark hair? Yes, KiKi had dark hair, bright blue but slanty eyes (I think this is directly related to me being 6% Asian - everyone else in the natural world decended from not so much. The Asians). And I didn't have any scars from Csection and my body was better than it was before getting pregnant. Ah, yes, if only this was reality.
But here's the real kicker. She was 28 inches long and 8 pounds. I got everything I wanted, except for the red hair. She was tall and skinny with blue eyes and fair skin but had dark hair.
Now we must document this to see how close it is to her actual appearance and my birth story. Ha, no labor. A girl can dream, right?

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Hormonal Crazy Bitch Post

I know that I am a crazy hormonal pregnant chick.
I know that my problem with things having to be clean is over the top.
But how could anyone in their right mind SIT on the fucking couch and not get up to even offer help to the person cleaning the house.

Yes, I know this person.
This is my aunt.

She lives here too and I do ALL of the cleaning.

I am not working, I understand that. But neither is she and she can't even clean up after herself. I am constantly cleaning up after her. Dishes, shit she leaves out in the living room, and her cat. That cat pukes daily.
Yes, daily.
And I pick it up daily.

She doesn't do shit.

She has vacuumed one time, ONE TIME, since she moved in this house 6 months ago.

Someone has to go and it is either me or her. I don't want to clean up after her at all anymore.

The sad part is how great we used to get along and now I would rather she get the fuck out. Leave.
Go anywhere.
Just don't stay here.

One of my hormonal issues has been cleaning. I know that. I make it clear to everyone.
I have said, "I know that I am a crazy bitch. But when I clean shit and you dirty it, it pisses me off."
It isn't a secret.
The running joke in the house is the red headed and pregnant crazy chick running around with a broom in the house.
Think Monica from Friends on steriods.
Yes, I am that bad.
If there was a vacuum to clean the vacuum I would be using it.

So if you know that, wouldn't you make more of an effort to do shit yourself. Do you want to see me angry? I don't want to give her attitude and I don't want to confront her about her laziness because then it is me being the bad guy. She gives me attitude as if I am in the wrong.
Really? We all know that isn't the case.
I am not wrong here.

She is leaving for Hawaii on the 19th.
Thank god.
Get the fuck out.
But you know what that leaves me right, her cat and her dog. I love her dog. Rizzo is great. She's cute. Charley loves to hang out with her. They keep each other company. But the cat is another story. He is old, he needs a pill twice daily. He pukes all the time. If his litter box isn't cleaned daily (which I can't do due to the pregnancy and she NEVER DOES! Timm does it. Timm does more than she does on a daily basis around the house and he gets up at 3am to go to work. Then he works a 14 hour day and all the while she was sitting on the couch.) he shits and pees all over the house. And let me remind you all of the wonderful smell that is cat piss that can't be removed from anything. I am literally throwing things away that he pees on. I can't even tell you the number of throw pillows I have lost because of this.

Must I endure more?

One would think that she would be more likely to clean up after herself after living with her slob girlfriend for a year.

But no.

In fact, I think she loves the fact that I do it. I will clean the entire house and she will sit on the couch. I mean, that's the life right? Come on, who doesn't want that? Their own personal, live in fucking maid. Yeah, I'd take it.

She lived with this girl for a year exactly. She was a slob. The only thing she did was laundry. Ever. Dar did everything else. Their house wasn't super clean but it wasn't ever as bad as she would let this place get. Or maybe I just had a different opinion because I wasn't the pregnant chick who had to live there.

Here's the kicker. The other day I cleaned the entire house. She didn't even look up at me or move her feet so I could vacuum underneath them.

Yes, you read that right. I vacuumed AROUND her because she was too lazy to acknowledge the fact that I was vacumming in her presence. How dare me?

Anyway, that isn't even the worst's the kicker. I got done cleaning the house. It took me over 2 hours. When I went into the kitchen to put the mop away after the floor dried, she left her soup bowl in the sink.


Yep. Her soup bowl was in the sink after I just spent two house cleaning the house and bleaching the sinks, tubs, showers, and toilets.

But I guess that's better than it being left in the living room. Where it usually gets left.

I am over it.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Whoa Baby!

Yesterday, at 23 weeks, 5 days, I saw KiKi move my tummy when she kicked. I think it is pretty weird. I am not kidding when I say there is a beast in there.

Cute but still a little weird. I am starting to think I am not meant to be a mom. The movement of the belly is weird. Feeling the kicking inside, super cute. Seeing it on the outside, just weird.
I have no desire to have a baby latch on to my breast for milk. I will be pumping.

Hopefully, once I see her cute little face with her adorable red hair (crosses fingers) my maternal instincts will come out. Until then, I will keep studying.

Monday, December 7, 2009

What's in a name?

We've decided! Our little girl has a name.

Karter Rose.

She will be KiKi for short. I am loving it.

And relieved that choosing is over.


Sunday, December 6, 2009

Christmas Cheer

Oh Christmas Tree. Oh Christmas Tree. I just love my Christmas Tree!

Family picture with the Christmas tree. The dogs are already bored and we are just getting started.

Don't you just love this little guy!?

Timm's grandma made this little guy out of a sand dollar and she knitted the hat and scarf herself. Love it!

Our house at night! She's so pretty! I love Christmas lights!

And my cat wearing a scarf! She doesn't like to be cold and willingly stays covered up for photo ops.
Charley isn't so sure about her new Christmas collar. But she sure is cute when she wears it!

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Week 23

23 weeks bitches! Awesome! Only 17 more weeks to go!

My hair looks like crap, so ignore it. K thanks.
The beast is growing. or is it....
Let's do a side by side comparision.
20 weeks on the left and 23 weeks on the right.

Not so much growing is actually happening. This is good.

I am scared of how huge I am going to get.

All in all, feeling good but heartburn can suck it. I have it again today. So this is not cool. My mom said she has heartburn all the time when she was pregnant with me. So apparently what goes around comes around. Thank god I was a good kid!

Look how sad my tree looks with only one present underneath it. And it isn't even for is for Timm. That should be interesting too. As I grow during December we will get to see how the presents grow in December under the tree as well. Merry Christmas!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009


Seriously? This shit sucks. I have never had heartburn before and it is intense.

Maybe I will have a baby with hair, that's the old wives tale anyway.

23 weeks today. Moving on up.

Besides the heartburn I am feeling pretty good. I am not so tired anymore. I still can't get over how tired I was all the time during the first trimester. But I am almost in the third trimester, only 2 more weeks I think, which means that we are almost 2/3 of the way through the pregnancy. Woohoo! But apparently the tiredness sets back in at that time. So woohoo...not.

23 week belly pic to come. I can't believe that in just 17 weeks we are going to be meeting our little one. Wow.