irksome quirksome

i expect certain quirks to come about now that i’m largely pregnant.  funny how it’s the things i don’t expect that irk me to death.

now, i’ve never been pregnant (no, you don’t say!) & i’ve never weighed this much.  so, yes.  i’m large. but i notice and have been assured that most of this weight has stayed in front of me- my belly.   (grant it, right now, i bet my feet weigh about 40 pounds alone!)   but i get so irked by one of my coworkers, who incidentally is the only one to have been pregnant before.  i see her daily.  and every so often, she likes to point out how large i am! 

doesn’t help that i’ve been asked told on more than one occasion:  wow!  you’re about to pop, right?  my response:  no, actually, i have 8 weeks, 7 weeks left…..   *gasp!

that kinda irks me.  i have had a small handful of people tell me that i look “good” or “small”…  i wanna hang out w/ these people.

one thing that irked me recently:    a lady was visiting at work.  she actually happened to be there talking to the coworker who talks about how huge i am.  anyway, as you all know we don’t know what little bean is…  and everyone always asks.  THIS lady, however didn’t ask.  she said with a slight question mark:  you’re having a boy?  and i said, no that we’re not sure… and she then DECLARED no. you’re having a boy.

rrrgghghhhh.  

The Mr. & i don’t really have much of a preference.  so it would be fine if that was the case.  but it irked me the way she said it.  almost as if a warning & i told you so in the same breath.  i know it’s fun/customary for people to guess what we’re having.  and i’ve had more “boys” come my way than “girls”… but really it could be anything….  now i hope i have a girl JUST to spite her!!!

especially since i don’t have a feeling either way, it bugs me that she said it like that.  The Mr. has a feeling it’s a boy.  I have no feeling.  I think a big reason he has this idea is from this early post.  he came to me afterwards and said:  “all i gots to say is: did that look like a sweet little girl or a rambunctious boy?”    but i’ve read lotsa message boards where moms complain about the girls’ movements.  so, i know it can be anything…..  and it’ll be fun to find out.

i guess i have one good thing to say:  at least i haven’t YET to get a stranger rub my belly!

quick update

Little Bean & I had a Dr. Appt today.  no issues with the heart or any pauses.  actually, LB was being pretty active, so it was hard (for me) to tell.  Dr. not concerned.         i still want to know how this bean can be as active as it is and i STILL don’t always feel it!!!???  that’s quite a bizarre concept to me.

The Mr. is out of the country— i know he was a little worried to not be there for this appt.  it seems that i have random issues that occur from a regular appt w/ no complications or indications…  he didn’t want that to happen while he was away.  but alas- he can party work hard now w/o the worry.

i will admit that it’s a leetle beet scary to know that we go back in 2 weeks.  then after that it’s weekly! wow.  how’d that happen? 

The Hardest Button to Button

It’s unbelievable that that there are only a few short weeks left before the baby is finally emancipated from the confines of the uterus, allowing me to claim I have officially sired a whelp.  

In the mean time, I’m off to the land of pannekoeken, bicycles, and lax regulation of recreational drugs again tomorrow, so my next lame post will be somewhat delayed.  Yes, I’m leaving an 8 month pregnant wife with swollen feet and hands who can’t reach the top shelf of cabinets and needs help with buttons.  And hey – I’ve got no problem with that.  Women fought long and hard for equal rights in this country and they got them now, by god.   Maybe they should have thought long and hard about those equal rights as if they were pregnant and swollen.  Cuz you can’t have it both ways, Lydia Chapin Taft. 

Sorry all, I have to end this post a little early as I have to take a few things down from the top shelf of the pantry and am scheduled to give a foot massage.

Surprise!

The fact that The Mr & I want to keep our baby’s gender a surprise should be no surprise to any of you; since we’ve faithfully used the moniker “little bean”.  I know it’s uncommon these days.  but i can’t imagine life any other way.

i truly think at this point, if i were to find out somehow, i’d be more upset about ruining the surprise than anything.

when people ask us what we’re having, i feel almost famous/saintly when we reply “we don’t know”.  it’s an amazing concept these days; especially for first-timers.  it’s a hilarious response.

sometimes i tell people about how it’s so natural for me to NOT know….  i used to wrap my own christmas gifts!!!!  & i was always sad for my (spoiled) friends that would always tell me what they were getting for xmas…. like in november!!! 

So- needless to say, when we went to the dr. for a routine visit & she heard a pause in the heart, we also were surprised by that.  so when she had us sit and wait for an ultrasound to be performed, we (i) immediately said:  WE DON’T WANT TO KNOW THE SEX!  (i’m a great mom:  not  “is it going to be alright?”)

the ultrasound also showed a pause.  so we were referred to a specialist.  appointment was on wednesday.

i laid off the caffeine for sure since they said it’s usually nothing. no big deal. brought on by caffeine sometimes (i’m a great mom:  that rare mt.dew tasted delicious during lunch IMMEDIATELY before the first visit) & it seemed to work.  the ultrasound tech didn’t detect a pause.  (WHEW).  oh yeah:  more declaring “we don’t wanna know” and turning our heads.

however, the dr. -after a while, mind you- did find just a few pauses… not like previous day.  but he wasn’t concerned and said sometimes that happens.  my impression is that if it happens again at the next visit, maybe they’d be more alarmed.  but the heart looks great.  and the beat is strong and “perfect” (when it’s beating)  so no need for worry.

wednesday night was my regular bunko game w/ my teacher pals, so i was looking forward to that now that i wasn’t too worried about baby bean.

and whaddya know—- they invited more people and threw me a SURPRISE! shower!

The Mr. apparently is great at keeping them!  i also was lucky to have a surprise wedding shower thrown by his mom, and he knew about this shower for months!  not to mention HE surprised me with a lovely mother’s day gift!

dang i love surprises!!!!!!        tho i hope i’m not surprised again at our next appointment. 

Just for the Taste of It…

We went to the doctor today for an ultrasound.  Everything seems to be okay as far as I could tell - the picture on the screen was in black and white and all grainy.  I guess they never heard of High Definition or even color TV there.  All that expensive equipment there and we’re looking at our unborn baby on a 12 inch computer screen that I think belonged to a Commodore 64 from the 1980s.  Because of the terrible picture quality, I couldn’t see much, but could make out a arm occasionally and maybe an ear.  So our baby has that much going for it. 

We also watched it lap up some amniotic fluid after a long session of wailing it’s arm up and down.  I usually go for Gatorade after running or soccer, but you take what you can get I guess.  But then again, I haven’t really crawled up in the fetal position and wailed my arm up and down in quite a while, so maybe if I did, I’d crave some of that amniotic fluid.  We then had a discussion how babies urinate into the amniotic sac and drink it back up.  Lovely.  Fetal babies do some nasty shizzle up inside that belly. 

Off Topic

That title makes me think of that MC Lars song “Hot Topic is Not Punk Rock”. 

Anyways, you’ve probably noticed a severe drought in posting here at this brilliantly versed blog.  Almost as bad as the Georgia Drought of 2007, where we were all asked to bathe for 5 minutes or less each day and required to recite ”If it’s yellow, let it mellow; if it’s brown flush it down” after each public recital of the Pledge of Allegiance and singing of the National Anthem.

Undoubtedly each one of you must be asking yourself, “Why the lack of posting?” and “Hmm, still the same old sh*t here” as you navigate here and quickly out each day during your daily ritual of blog reviews.  The short answer is we pretty much have forgotten that mpotter is pregnant and a baby will soon be living with the both of us in this house.  The reason for that is that we are both the busiest we have ever been with our respective job/career/income generation mechanism that we simply don’t have the time.

As much as I hate to admit it, I have been tethered to this laptop like a ball on a rope tied to a pole all waking hours of the day.  Even worse, it’s not for surfing the Web like it’s 1996 either.  It’s all work, baby.  And mpotter is not getting home to 9 or 10 each night due to Relay for Life preparations.  We are working and acting like we’re in our 20’s right out of college.  Seriously yo, I’m 31 but am acting like I’m 27!  In fact, blog readers, I write this after being up up all night at 2 (two) Relay for Life events.  [Ignore any comments from mpotter that I slept from 2AM-5AM in the car.  Barnesville, GA is a very dangerous place and I felt it necessary to sit in the car during this time to ensure no rural youths tried to siphon my $3.68/gallon gas for their tractor].  As much as I hate to admit it, I am ALT-TABing as I type this to monitor bullsh*t jobs I kicked off for the ”no-problems-at-all” application I am implementing.  Add 10 PM indoor soccer games and necessary viewings of The Office and LOST, and any time to update this blog gets thrown away like…well, no need for analogy here.

So all of this sleep-deprived rambling begs the question: “What the hell are you going to do when the baby comes?”.  

Let’s just say I hope it’s “Bring Your Baby To Work Day” everyday.