Pregnancy - WEEK 17 (Mar 11th – 17th)

You know, every week I’m like, “Holy butt monkeys! I can’t believe its blah blah weeks already!”

But it’s true! With only 23 more weeks to go, I’m damn near half way through this craziness! That just blows my mind.

You know what else blows my mind….Cake Batter Frozen Yogurt with sprinkles and butterfingers on top. Best.Shit.Ever. However, a friend told me about some Sea Salt Caramel Pretzel Frozen Yogurt…………..

WHAAAAAA?!?!

It’s all I’ve been thinking about for 2 weeks. But the damn store is clear on the other side of town and I have zero time to run over there just for a bowl of deliciousness.

The reason I’m telling you all this, is the baby really likes salty and sweet things right now. Not so much chocolate, but ice cream. And milk. Well, and Sour Patch Kids. But I don’t think that’s all the baby. But those sweet cravings are rare. What I really want is salty stuff all the time. Like chips and ramen noodles and French fries. OH, and Italian food. Anything with pizza sauce, cheese, and pepperoni. Basically I want to up-end a salt shaker right in my pie hole then wash it down with an extra large Chicago style double pepperoni calzone. All.Day.Long.

Does wonders for the water weight situation.

Well, the weight situation in general.

But despite all my cravings and eating crap food about ½ the time, this week my weight has been pretty steady at 162. So, up a few lbs from last week. But I think that’s probably a good thing. ;-)

I just don’t want to end up one of those HUGE pregnant women that have a terrible time in the end because they basically can’t move at all. And they have diabetes. And they have shortness of breath. And all that bullshit. I want to be energetic and run around. Well. Let’s be real. Maybe not run around. More like waddle around. So that’s why I’m being a little self conscience about my weight. I always thought I’d be one of those pregnant women who’s all ‘BALLS TO THE WALL ON THE COCOA PUFFS AND CHEESE BALLS!!! WOO HOO!!!’. But really, I’m not. I have my ‘treats’. But I have my veggies and fruits too.

Anyways.

Moving on.

I’m really trying to get in some exercise at least 3 days a week. It just gives me so much more energy and I really think I’m sleeping better because of it. I really want to do something every day. But it’s been a bit of a time crunch with working OT. Blasted people giving me shit to do all day at work!!! What do they think I am??? Productive or something??? Gahhhh.

Ohhhhh BIG news this week!!! I finally DID, fo’ sizzle my nizzle, feel the baby move!!! It is so hard to describe the awesomeness!! 

Truly, it feels like gas. Like I got a big ol’ toot just a’waitin’ to grace everyone with its presence. I know. I’m so lady like. It’s kind of like butterflies in your tummy, but bubbles too. But I know it’s the baby (and not a toot) because it’s clear up on the right side, and that’s where he/she was last week when we heard the heartbeat.

On, I think it was Tuesday, this last week, I’d eat something then the baby would do a disco in my belly. It was so weird! But amazing at the same time! And it went on all day! It was incredible.

Now I just can’t wait until Ryan can feel it! There’s a girl at work that was like, “oh wait till your belly starts moving all around and all you think about is the movie Alien.” Ahhhhh, I can’t wait for alien baby belly!!!!!

Ok. Enough about me. Moving onto the baby!!

This week, Little Ida Wik is about 5 inches long…..the size of a beer can!!!! Lol. Well, the ‘book’ says the size of your open palm. But I think beer can is more….appropriate. Baby also weighs somewhere around 3.5 ounces. Body fat is starting to form…..on the baby….well, maybe mama too…..and by the time the little person is born, its body fat will make up 2/3 of its weight!

Baby is for sure listening now. (Sorry Little Ida about the crap music your father plays in his pick-up. We all know you much prefer your mama’s excellent taste in music.) And I’m pretty sure baby heard its first gun shots last weekend when we took our Conceal & Carry class. Startin’ ‘em young!

Baby’s eyes are making small side-to-side movements and can even perceive some light. And its fingertips and toes will become adorned with completely individual fingerprints this week!! Little Ida is one of a kind……for real!!!!

5 MORE DAYS!!!!

It’s so a boy. I just know it!

Ten Things Thursday

Hello my lovelies!!!
Good week so far????
Yes???
Faaaaannnnnn-freaking-tastic!

1.  I took a Breathalyzer yesterday.

Yup.

That's how I roll with this whole pregnancy thing.

No, really I was lucky enough to get picked to complete a random drug/alcohol screening at work.

Passed that sum'bitch.
Like a boss.

I gotta tell you though, doing a Breathalyzer while you're stone sober is COMPLETELY different than trying to do one shitface wasted.

Last time, I couldn't blow hard enough, then I blew too hard, then the damn thing fell outta my mouth, and then the bubbles distracted me and I forgot to breathe at all. It seemed like it took an eternity!!!

This one, I blew, heard a pop, stopped blowing. Easy peezy lemon squeezy.

I know. Random huh?

2. So I was bored the other day and did a google search for funny onesies:

 There was a TON I could totally see myself buying, but then my checkbook would give me a big frowny face and that's no bueno.

But I think a few of these will have to get purchased. ;-)

3.  I'm getting my 2nd prenatal massage tonight. Ahhhhhhhhhhh, bliss. BLISS I TELL  YOU!
75 minutes of pure re.lax.ation.

I was supposed to get it last night, but the damn masseuse had to cancel due to illness. Mama was not a happy camper. But they're giving me 10% off. So, that helps. I guess.

BTW, I don't give 2 midget shits if going for a massage once a month till this nugget is born is going to break the bank or not. It's going to happen anyway. I will sell a kidney to keep this going. (But not my liver. Because I'm going to be needing that.)
Mark my words.........Ryan. ;-)

4.  My mom got me some SUPER cute maternity clothes for my birthday!!!

Cute purple and grey sweater that ties above the belly.

Stretchy, perfect for when I'm bigger. And, bonus, the sleeves will hide the batwings!!

Cargo pants that you can roll down if you want.

And here's another one:

Aren't they just the cutest?!?!
I'm so excited!

5. Two weekends ago I got to take the cutest pictures of my friend's newborn. I just love newborn photos!! They're so small and cuddly. And they don't plaster on a fake smile, or bitch about smiling too much. Like, they're perfect little subjects!
Let me introduce you to 2 week old Luke Matthew:

Big Sis Holly. Adorable!!!

6. My mom's BF, Hardy, just sent me this email about my mom.
**WARNING**Don't drink anything when reading this. Because you will spew it all over your monitor.

the other evening your mother walks by me with the binoculars  ......i said what cha doin babe  ( Oh I'm going to see if the turkeys are out in the field across the road!).....a few minutes later  I said  well Babe are they out there ?  she said oh my god there's one really big one ....so I said let me see, so I grab the binoculars from her, put them up to my eyes, and they were not focused right.   so I dialed them in and as the (Big One) came into view  I said,  Yeah he's a big one alright..............  he's a big mail box ........your mother had been zeroing in on her mailbox

God, I love her.
She's definitely one of a kind.

This was Ryan's comment about the email:

At least we know the big one is not going anywhere and I should have no trouble getting him during turkey season.

True, so true.

7.  I went to the gym last night to do a little walking. It was the first time this week, because I've been busy. Man it felt good!!!

Ryan makes fun of me tho.
He says he's never seen anyone at the gym with as many electronics as me.

I have the TV on, my Kindle, my MP3, and my phone.
What's wrong with that????
I get bored and need multiple stimulation.
And I like to multitask.

You know what else I can do at the gym????

Take secret pictures of my husband working out.
That aren't so secret because he caught me.

THAT is the best picture of me. Ever.
Jesus.

8.  We're going to The Ranch this weekend.
Here's the weather:

I foresee two days of curled up on the leather couch, in front of the fire, with a good book.....or three.....for me.
The hubby and puppy can hike their little hearts content in that frigidness. Not this mama.

9. Last weekend was Fake Patty's Day in Aggieville (the bar district in my college town). The real St. Patty's Day always falls on spring break, so they move it up a week so all the college kids can drink green beer from 8am to 2am until they hurl.

Well, my 21 year old employee decided to go up and join the fun this year. For the first time.
My first reaction: I am so freaking glad I don't have to deal with those drunk people any more.
My second reaction (to the first reaction): Shitballs, I'm old.
Third reaction: Tell him every terrible Fake Patty's Day story that I can 'remember'. Probably not the best idea.

One story (this is pre-Ryan, btw), my friend Mandy had this genius idea that we needed to run the 5K race at noon. At this point in my life, age 23ish, I didn't run. At all. Unless it was to the liquor store. And Fake Patty's Day starts at like the ass crack of dawn. So by noon, I had already chugged about 3 green big beers (yes, they put food coloring in the beer, it's awesome).

So, lets sum this up: I don't run, I've got 4 gallons of beer in my belly, I haven't eaten since the day before (booze is plenty nutritional), and I most likely can't walk a straight line to save my life.

Good deal.

Well, noon rolls around and we're all drinkin' it up in this bar called Rusty's (that has the biggest big beers). And all the sudden we hear a gun shot go off. Like, a gun shot that might signal a race starting..........SHIT!
We weren't even outside at the starting line! We were still chugging!! DOUBLE SHITS! So we grab our beers, start gulping down the rest of the beer as fast as we can (because you can't leave a full beer, no matter if you're getting ready to run 3 miles or not), and sprint through the bar, and out into the street. Pitching our (now empty) beers in the trash, and off we go.

We're the only ones running in the street at this point.
Everyone else in the race (like hundreds of people) had already left.
Awesome.

So here's two drunk chicks, trying to run a 5K, weaving down the road, at noon on a Saturday.
Good times people, good times.

We did make it, btw.
I may or may not have laid down on the sidewalk half way through, convinced my heart was blowing up. And had to be forced up by EMTs threatening to take me to the ER. Rude.
We cheated and caught up with the 1.5K walkers and finished with them.
Then we went back to the bar and ordered more beer.
And partied the rest of the day is sweat soaked running clothes.

My awesomeness is beyond outstanding.

10. I need this (I don't know the sex yet, but we can change it if needed, when we find out....next week!!!):

That's all for now folks!!!!
Cheers!

Welcome to the real estate game. And I think I'm dying.

This happened yesterday:

Yup. That's our front yard.
I'm scared shitless.
We're totally going to sell fast and be homeless. I just know it.
Shit's gettin' real folks.

On another note, I think I'm experiencing my first pregnancy heartburn. And mama no likey likey. I've never had heartburn in my life. So I'm not sure if it's really that. Or I'm just a freak. But it feels like I could puke or burp. I can't decide. And there may be an entire Toaster Studel stuck in my sternum. I'm pretty sure I chewed it this morning. But knowing me I could have just shoved the whole thing in my hole and swallowed.

Either way, I'm pretty sure I'm dying.
And antacids taste like ass.

That is all.

Pregnancy - WEEK 16 (Mar 4th – 10th)

Good God time flies!!! I can’t believe its 16 weeks already!

It’s been a pretty good week, so far. I’m sleeping better, however have had some craaaaaaazzzzzy dreams. I mean, seriously. Shit’s psycho. In one of them Ryan and I were driving separate vehicles to The Ranch and we had to stop in this little town to ‘drop something off’, I’m not sure what it was, but I knew we had to stop. So we parked at this house and I went in through the garage and then into the kitchen and I immediately knew something was wrong, like there was a dead person in there or something. Totally creepy. So I high-tailed it outta there and informed Ryan that we weren’t dropping anything off, we needed to go. And fast! We jumped in our vehicles and headed back down the road.

A little down the road, Ryan pulled his truck over and was adjusting something in the back. So I pulled over too and helped him. I know Wyatt was in his kennel, and there was a bunch of stuff in the truck, but I don’t remember what we adjusted. Anyways, I jumped back in the Jeep and he followed me down the road. Then all the sudden I couldn’t see Ryan behind me, and it got pitch black, and started pouring down rain. Like the worst thunderstorm. I could barely see. Then I crossed a bridge and a flash flood came up and caught my Jeep and tumbled me into a ditch. I remember the Jeep rolling and rolling, and then I woke up. I don’t remember if I died or not, but I know I was really hurt.

SEEEEE?!?!?!

Freaky!

Then I had another weird one about work last night. Like we were building this huge Crayon box thing with airplanes on it, but it was a 3D model or something. And no one was doing it right, so I took over all the work and everyone went home.

I don’t know.

I blame the baby. ;-)

Anyways, this week I got back into the exercise thang. I started walking, and so far have been to the gym like 3 times or something. I’ve also worked out in the yard. Not like doing Jazzercise in the grass for all the neighbors to see or anything (which would be epic), but we’ve been tending to the gardens to get the house ready to put on the market. On a side note, I’m really kinda down about leaving all my hard work behind. I spent the last 6 years on those gardens, and most of the plants came from my Grandma Betty’s. And all the border rocks came from Table Rock. *sadface* But I’ve decided to take some with me, so I’ll still have something.

Basically, I’ve been really active. That long ass paragraph above, just to say 4 words. Oh well, you’re used to it.

Other than the tailbone/neck bullshit, I’ve been feeling really, really good! The belly, as you saw above, is getting bigger and bigger. I finally had to break down and buy some Belly Bands because my pants won’t button. And I wore some black pants yesterday….that I bought right before I found out I was pregnant (and they fit perfect)….and I was soooo uncomfortable all day yesterday. Busted can of biscuits people. Fo’ real. So I won’t be wearing those for the next however long.

We went to the doctor yesterday for our monthly check up and everything is going great! Little Ida Wik is truckin’ right along. The heartbeat was 148, which puts it in ‘boy range’ as the nurse said. Last month the HR was 160, so quite a change!! So who knows.  BUT!!! Mark your calendars!!!! MARCH 20^TH!!!! We’ll find out the gender!!! OhMyGiddyAunt I’m so excited. I can’t wait! I want to buy clothes and shoes and everything!!

This week the baby can hear!!! How cool is that?! Tiny bones are forming in the ear this week, making it likely that it can hear my voice!!! I informed Ryan that he needs to start speaking to the belly so that the baby knows his voice too. Can you picture that??? Ryan talking to my belly??? HAHAHA…….no. I can’t picture that. At all. Lol. The baby is about 4-5 inches long and weighs about 4ish ounces….getting bigger and bigger! The backbone is getting stronger too! Helping the baby straighten it’s head and neck. I still am unsure if I feel the baby moving around in there or not, the nurse said that I’ll know when it happens, and that it maybe won’t start for a few more weeks. But I’m hopeful!!!

12 MORE DAYS till we know if it’s a little boy or girl!!!

Ten Things Thursday

Whew. It's been a crazy morning already.
Here's another round of randompants.

1.  Someone got to stay inside this last week, because of the weather, and someone has been having slumber parties in our bed.

Let me give you a hint of the someone......
It's not Ryan.

It may be this snow-eating weiner licker:

Trying to hide under the bed. Pretending he's oh so innocent.
You can't fool me little doggy!!!! I'm on to you!

I think he invites all the lady dogs in the neighborhood over and they 'wrestle' in our bed all day.
Little hornball.

2.  I saw this ARTICLE on today.com. Titled:

US obesity mystery: We're eating fewer calories, getting fatter

Hummmmm. Yes, such a mystery.
Maybe it's because while we're eating less calories, we're not eating the RIGHT CALORIES. Ever think about that geniuses?!?!

I'm sorry, but I'm a firm believer in that processed foods are slowly killing us. I mean, that's not to say I don't have a problem mowing down a few packages of Sour Patch Kids every other day once in a while. Or putting a can of cream of chicken soup in my enchiladas doesn't happen. But I generally try to eat organic fruits and veggies, try to buy things that have the fewest amount of ingredients in them (and I can pronounce those ingredients), and limit my processed foods to every once in a while.

Maybe another reason.....we F*CKING sit our asses on the couch and play video games all day!!!!
No one moves anymore.
Hell, 50 years ago, people were farming more, doing more outside work, not sitting comatosed at a computer all day long.

I'm not one to preach about exercise, because, man I hate it as much as a loafing sloth, but, seriously people, we need it. You can't just eat right and not physically exert yourself! It does no good!

Anyways.
That's my soap box.
I'm stepping down now.

3.  Ok, ya know how I was bitching about my back the other day? I mean, I bitch all the time, how could you forget.......
Anyways. Y'all had some really great suggestions!! Thank you!

First off, I am going to a chiropractor. I've actually been going for several months now, even before pregnancy. My back's all sorts of f*cked up. But the Chiro's helping. He's kind of like a back-cracking superhuman Godlike dude. And I owe my life to his hands of magic.

But I can't afford to see him everyday. Which would be ideal. So I go once a week, and he fixes me up, then I try not to screw myself up too bad during the rest of the week.

I did find on the Interwebs of Glory this stretching thing, where you stand with your feet shoulder width apart, then swing your upper body and head slowly to the left till you start to feel a tight stretch (you're looking completely behind you), hold for a few seconds, then go to the right, and hold. Do that for 5 min a day and it's supposed to help. I did it a few days ago, and ya know, it really did help. So I'm trying to do it every time I feel like my tailbone or neck is jacked up.

That, the Chiro, walking, my trusty Coccyx Cushion, and a heating pad, I just may make it through this pregnancy still standing.
Pray with me that happens.

4. Some jackass brought in this yesterday:

For HIS birthday.
Rude.
No, I have not eaten the whole thing yet. I have shared.
A 1/8th of a slice is sharing, right?
Don't judge me.
Baby needs it.

5. I went to the gym last night again. I took Tuesday off because it was a KSU game and I went out to eat with my cousin. But last night I had the choice to stay at home or go with the hubby and pump out some mileage.......and this girl made the right choice!! So proud of myself. Yes, yes, you may bow down to me for going to the the gym a whole TWO times this week. I'm a rockstar.

Anyways, I walked 2 miles at a 1% incline, 4mph, and made it to about 31:00 minutes. It felt great. It's nice to get back into the sweatage.

Downside, this week I've gained 3 lbs since starting to work out.
WTF is that about?!?!
I haven't changed my eating (the above statement about eating 7/8ths of a cake has nothing to do with the weight gain. swear.), and I've been the same 157 all month, up until this week.

Dear Body, Why you gotta be a pain in the ass???? Why you gotta gain weight while sweating?!?! WHY?!?!?! Sincerely, Hates To Exercise And Now Wants to Shank a Flat Chested Bitch Scale Machine Thing.

6.  I got a nice surprise on Sat!:

Hardy, my mom's BF, knew I was having a hard week, with my bio dad and everything, and sent flowers to my door on Sat morning!!!

How sweet is that?!?!

Oh, and the flowers also had a box of chocolates with it! WHAAAA???!!!!!
It was like I won the cocoa and flowers lottery.
I don't have a pic of the chocolates.
Because, well, they didn't last long.

Nothing puts a bigger smile on my face like flowers!

THANKS HARDY! LOVE YOU!

7.  You know our dream house that I posted about on here?

Well, someone put an offer on it Monday.
And those someone's were not us.
We had a chance to put in an offer too, but we just weren't ready. We haven't even listed our house, and we were still trying to find out some info on the flood plain in that area. (Since there's a creek close, typically if the house is in a flood plain you have to have flood insurance, and that's like being punched in the tatas repeatedly by the insurance company. It freaking sucks.)

So anyways, the sale is pending, but may fall thru. We'll see.
I'm kinda in the mindset that if it sells, it sells. There's another house out there for us somewhere. Everything happens for a reason type deal.

Good news is we're finally getting our house on the market, so hopefully if we do find another home, ours may be close to selling or already sold and we don't have to jack around again.

8. Someone was very lovey the other night....

Get your minds outta the gutter......

It wasn't Ryan.

Bad picture, but lotsssssss of puppy kisses. In the ear. It was lovely.

9.  Duck Dynasty was on last night.
Lord I freaking love that show!!!
I mean, who doesn't love backwoods redneck hunters that wear only camo, and blow shit up?!?!

Y'all gotta watch it!
If you're not already.

10.  Last night...while watching the above hilariousness....I was downstairs and wanted some water. I complained to my hubby, secretly hoping that he would run upstairs for me.......didn't happen. So I just waited till commercial and went up myself.

I came back down with a bowl of ice cream.
And no water.

WTH.

It's lunch time peeps! Gotta feed the belly!!!!

Cheers!

BACK to the basics. Literally.

Well. I ran last night.
Walrus claps for me.
Not dolphin claps. Because dolphins are slim and pretty.
And right now I feel like a beached walrus that had a run in with a Lays potato chip semi.
Not pretty folks.

Back to the running thing.

Yes. It happened. I decided to get back into the gym thang, and am truly glad I am. Truly. Seriously. Really! You gotta believe me! YOU GOTTA BEEEEELIEVE!!!

Moving on.

I did 2 miles; walking 1/4 mile, then running a 1/4 mile. The walk was at a 4.0 mph, and I bumped it up to 5.5 for the run. All at an incline of 1.0%. Finished in about 28 minutes.

I'm not gonna lie, it felt good.
I can't believe that shit just came out of my mouth.
YOU GOTTA BEEEEEEEELIEVE!!!

I need to stop that.

Moving on.
Again.

Seriously, it felt really good. Good to actually sweat, ya know?! And while the whole running part was really slow and my legs were sluggish, my lungs were screaming for O2, and the jiggle on my ass was bouncing so hard I thought I was going to injure the poor old man next to me, it still felt good.

Today however......not so good.

Remember how I talked about that whole Relaxin hormone that softens/lubricates the joints in pregnant women, so they can give birth? And that my neck and tailbone hurt like a mo' fo' because of this? Ya. Well. Consistent pounding on a hard surface after a month of sedation was not the best idea I've ever had.

Lets just say I want to smother baby bunnies with my Coccyx Cushion. Slightly irritable and in pain???? I think so! My whole back feels like an unfolded lawn chair that got caught in a wood chipper. And this office chair from Hell isn't helping anything.

So, given my circumstances of being with child and all, I think I'm going to forgo the whole 'running' thing till after the baby is born. I mean, it's bad enough the pain in my joints I have to deal with day to day, but adding even more stress to them, just doesn't seem genius.

But I'm going to continue to work out! I think I'm going to lift more weights. My batwings are sad, sad, little creatures that need some major TLC.  And I read somewhere that walking an hour a day really helped with back pain. So I'm going to shoot for that.

Another thing that's supposed to help is getting plenty of water. Which I already drink a shit-ton, but I bet I can up it a touch. Also, stretching. Twisting my head and upper body from right to left, slowly, holding it at each side, for 4-5 minutes a day is supposed to really help.

All these things I'm going to try, because Baby Jesus save y'all if I have to go 6 months feeling like this. Because I will become one psycho bitch. Me and constant pain no likey likey each other.

So anyways, that's it.
Glorious read wasn't it.
You're welcome.

Pregnancy - WEEK 15 (Feb 25th – Mar 3rd)

Well, hello again! Another week down!

As you can see, the belly is really starting to make an appearance!

Good news!!! I think the psycho monster cravings for chocolate are subsiding!!! YAYYYYY!!!!

Bad news: It’s now been replaced with anything salty.

Spicy pickles, Cheetos, bacon. Yup, all the good stuff.

Yeah, all the good stuff that goes straight to my already enlarged pooper.

Awesome.

Anyways. This week I’ve been battling a cold. Cough, sore throat, runny nose. Shittasticness. But I’m starting to feel better!

Another really really REALLY good thing this week is that I have been sleeping through the ENTIRE night!!! No more peeing 3 times a night! I just want to take a moment and thank the Universe for this spectacular turn of events in my life.

I cannot tell you how more rested I am. I’m even going to bed later, and I still have pretty good energy all day!!! It’s just awesome. I’m totally living this up right now!

I did finally gain back a few pounds, I’m still lower than what I was a month ago, but I still think this is fine. I’m really trying to watch the junk that I shovel in my hole. I’m still juicing apples, oranges, and carrots for the mornings, and I’m trying to stock salad makings and veggies and eat more of that at night. It’s also helped this week that we smoked that turkey and I’ve had that for leftovers every day. Nothing like good ol’ pure protein!

BUT! If I want something, like……a dump truck of Cheetos, I don’t deprive myself. I just get a small little bag and go to town. I just find that if I try to ignore the craving, then I end up going waaaayyyyyy overboard on it later on. Then comes the guilt. And the regret. And finally I feel like poo so I end up eating even more to try and make myself feel better. Sound familiar anyone??? Lol.

My SIL Jennifer, who’s pregnant too (I think I told y’all that, but she’s 3 weeks behind me, but will have a C-Section which will move her due date to the same week as mine! Crazy cool, huh?!?!), said that I should start feeling little flutters of the baby by this week or next. I think I’ve felt some before, like at night, when I’m laying down. But I keep thinking I’m imagining it. I’m going to try and pay more attention and see if I can feel Little Ida Wik this upcoming week!!!

BTW, we’ve decided that we need to have the same gender of babies, either both girls or both boys, so they can grow up and be best friends. It’s gonna to happen.

On to baby!!!

Little one is growing, growing, growing. Baby is about the size of an Avocado, 4 to 5 inches long, and weighing between 3 and 5 ounces. Baby’s been busy this week too! Practicing it’s breathing, sucking, and swallowing. Also, continuing to move around….kicking, curling toes, and swinging those little arms. Baby’s ears are positioned properly on the sides of the head (instead of on the neck, weird), and the eyes are moving from the side of the head to the front of the face!

It truly is amazing how much is going on week to week with the little nugget. Sometimes I just can’t believe it.

I have started to do a little more planning, where the baby’s concerned. I talked to my SIL and she told me about a great website with licensed day care providers all listed. I’ve been texting and calling to see about openings. I also priced out some beds, and pack-n-plays and stuff, just to get a rough idea. Shit is expensive!! But worth it!

I also found a really good article that talks about how to save a little money, and not go out and buy EVERYTHING right now. That really, you should wait till you need something before you make a big purchase. Makes sense, because what if I get some stupid high chair, then never use it until the kid’s like 1? Right? Right. It also talked about refurbing an old dresser for a changing table. We do have a really ugly old dresser, and I might try to see if I can paint over it. It’d be a big project, that I wouldn’t be able to start until after we move, so who knows if that’ll get done.

Anyways! 3 Weeks and counting till we find out if it’s a little cowboy or a darling princess!!!