4 Day Weekend

On the eve of a 4 day weekend, we marked 23 weeks. The bebe has been poking me for quite some time now but just last night, I felt the first real kick! I started poking her back, seeing if she’d do it again. Apparently E thought that would piss her off and he kept telling me “leave her alone, would you?!” After three good kicks (and I was positive that was what they were), I relented and said fine.

Oh thankyoubabyjesus! It’s a 4 day weekend here for me and The Bean. Unfortunately, E has to work today but that leaves me time for this:

Yes. This is where the Doll is going to have to sleep. Eventually. But if you leave it to our planning skills, she’ll be nekkid, hungry, and sleeping on the floor.
Just kidding.
But not really. We seriously have to get cracking on this room. Since we weren’t aware that children would be in our future (we wanted them but we didn’t think they would make an appearance this soon!), this became our “put-everything-in-here-from-the-move-because-we-didn’t-realize-we-have-this-much-crap” room. Clearly we still have a bunch of crap to deal with (and what’s really sad is this is AFTER we took 3 FULL bins of “stuff” to Mom and Dad C’s!)
Last Sunday, we all got together for our nephew, T’s birthday. I can’t believe he’s 4 already!! And our other nephew, C, is already over 2 months old! Where is the time going?! The kids were extremely busy with the Mini-Cooper rides (Dad J got T a powerwheels Mini-Cooper) and a pinata (which was VERY brave of the Sibling and B-I-L, with the stick they gave to these kids!) and other pirate games. It was a blast, but this pregnant woman couldn’t keep up LOL
Last Sunday was also the Arts Festival. E, myself, Mom and Dad S, and Dad J went there before the party. It was nice to get out in the sun and walk around. We ran into some old friends and got to chat. It almost led to an encounter with a stalker of mine (which I didn’t know I had LOL) but fortunately there was no drama.
We did get to see some sights but this one has to be my favorite.
E said maybe I should call?


The Name Game

 21 weeks started off with nothing to worry about

22 weeks, however, was a different story. E was recently transferred out to Westminster, which means now, both of us are driving 39 miles and 40+/- mins to work. This also means that he can’t get to the doc appts so he turns me loose in Baltimore City, all by my lonesome.

He regrets every minute of it, I promise you that.

This most recent appointment, I was late b/c my new supervisor wanetd to chat. I finally get there, find parking, and get inside. I was texting with E, letting him know what was going on and I even got to record the heartbeat (but alas, blogger doesn’t let me share that on here). I remember telling him “hmm, I hope my car is still there when I get outside” because it’s in a not-so-great part of the city. He LOL’ed me.
Wrong move.
It wasn’t there.
I’ll save you the inappropriateness of what followed that moment of panic but I will say, I didn’t get arrested so we’re ok.
Since finding out that we’re having a little girl, our home has exploded in a sea of Pink. Pink tutus, pink towels, pink, pink, pink. Then I was able to incorporate two of my greatest loves.
My Daughter and My Red Sox.
 She’s all ready for next season (I say next season b/c these are 12 month onesies but we’ll be sure to find her something for post season of this year, believe me!)

We’re currently engaged in a name battle. Let me tell you, this is more painful then a root canal with no novacaine (not that I’ve ever had one but I’ve heard it’s uber painful). E found an app for “5000 baby girl names” and while we’re scrolling through, I’m thinking “who in the hell would name their children that?!” Really? Do we hate our child? It’s amazing to me what names are out there.

Needless to say, 5000 names later, we’re no closer to coming up with a name that we love and want to name her.

Princess Consuela Bananahammock is looking better and better matched with our last name, every day.

Holy Sh*t, we’re having a GIRL!

We found out about a week ago that we’re having a girl.

This past week has been a whirlwind. An absolute whirl to the wind, I tell you!

I don’t know that we really had a chance to digest this information b/c we immediately launched into the phone calls, in which a lot of shrieking and noises that can only be described as “shrill” ensued. (Sorry to call you out, Mom S and Mom C, but seriously, there was shrieking LOL)

In the first 3 days following the big GIRL announcement, we initially had this “ohmygoshohmygoshholyshitholyshitareyouabsolutelypositivelyserious” moment but on Friday, I went to Dresden, OH with my ma, and some extremely close girlfriends, to the Longa.berger.Factory. (Don’t judge us, we totally party!) On this trip, I found some awesome things to buy for our daughter (OMG!!) Baskets for her room, ideas for her walls, etc. Everything was pink. I’m serious. Everything I looked at was Pink. Bright Pink. Pale Pink. Pink. Any shade of Pink.

During that time of “ohmygoshohmygoshholyshitholyshitareyouabsolutelypositivelyserious”, I started thinking: Can we do this?

I have no filter, I offend people quite often, I’m incredibly inappropriate, my husband often looks at me like “WTF is wrong with you??” He must love crazy, he married it. And now he procreated with it. I know kids say the darnest things but seriously, if this little chicky gets “crazy” from her mama, the world is screwed.

Aside from totally screwing her up (which is inevitable, I’m just glad she will have people in her life like her Aunts and her Godmothers to help undo the damage that we might do), I find myself thinking “how can we make her like as easy as possible?”

I don’t know that we’ll be able to make her life easy but I do know I can make her as best dressed as possible while she maneuvers through her life.

And oh yes, this includes a Tutu 🙂

We registered this past weekend and let me tell you, her daddy is all ready for her to rock the “High Maintenance” pacifiers and the “My Daddy Loves Me” bibs. (and to tell you the truth, I’m ready to see him with this little pink Princess LOL)

20 Weeks in Review

This is sort of a bitter sweet post for us.

When we first got together, E asked if I wanted children. It was then that I had to break the news to him that the odds of us having a child naturally were slim to none. In 2005, I was diagnosed with cervical cancer and after many surgeries and much medication, I was told I had a 10-15% chance of conceiving naturally and a 2-5% chance of carrying to term. 

Not fantastic odds.

But one thing I can say about E and I: We are always looking to beat the odds.

On Jan 19, I woke up with a strange feeling. Strange enough to find this:

I immediately ran out to tell E and he was none to happy to be woken up at 0507 very excited to see this but we were obviously extremely scared, nervous, overwhelmed, and every other feeling you could imagine.


So nervous, in fact, that I decided to keep trying to figure out if this was real. Sure enough, it was. And E finally told me to stop peeing on sticks.
I went to the doctor on Jan 21 and sure enough, I was 5w1d along. E promptly told his brother that there must have been something in the water were they worked because we made the 5th or 6th baby out of that garage. I didn’t have to tell my mom, she guessed. I made a comment about being exhausted and she says “well, you’re going to need a lot sleep since you’re pregnant”.
*Cue The Jaw Hitting The Floor*
We had told a few people but kept it private to see if everything would be ok. We didn’t have great odds of making it to the 12th week, which for most marks the end of the “danger zone”
We successfully made it to 9 weeks and let the “blah” feeling begin. Fortunately I never actually got sick, but I could tell there were certain smells, foods, and tastes that I wasn’t a big fan of. Neither was the baby.


10 weeks brought more of the same but imagine my surprise when I saw a touch of a bump. Where did this come from?!


12 Weeks brought a growing bump but we finally came out on Facebook and of course, by some peoples standards, that made it official (because, you know, the world is fake unless confirmed on Facebook LOL)

We missed the 13 week belly pictures but we got some pictures that are a million times better!




With the 13th week, we had an NT Scan. Fortunately, we received fantastic results. The tech was only going to guess GIRL for the gender but as you can see in the top photo, the cord was preventing us from getting any type of accurate guess. So we wait until the anatomy scan.

14 Weeks and the bump is still growing
Up until the 15th week, I was able to wear my regular uniforms. It was then that they got extremely tight (they were getting tighter as the weeks went by but there is something that just isn’t attractive about buttons stretching and potentially popping…).

16 weeks and the belly is getting bigger but fortunately I found maternity pants quite quickly. I’m in love… E is jealous


17 weeks and again, same ole thing — belly is still growing

18 Weeks along and that brought another appt. We were able to hear the heartbeat on the doppler! (due to positioning of internal body parts, we weren’t able to hear it, only see it)

19 Weeks. The pain is starting to set in. People joke with me that I still “have a ways to go”. This is true, however, most pregnant women don’t go through 39 of their 40 weeks, wearing combat boots. Fortunately no major swelling yet.

 20 Weeks Pregnant and with this Belly Shot, we also got this news:

 We had planned on going out for dinner after the appointment and so we had the Ultrasound Tech put the results in an envelope. Many people these days are doing a cake. They ask a baker to make them a Pink or Blue Cake. I’m too impatient for that so we settled for a Pink or Blue Drink. We told the waitress what was going on and she became positively giddy. She brought over a drink that contains cotton candy (the Pink Punk Cosmo, from TGI Fridays, if you’re interested) and there were two glasses, one with blue cotton candy and one with pink. After that, she comes out with about 15 other waitresses and she proceeds to pour into the pink glass.

I think E and I already knew, in our hearts, that we were being blessed with a little girl but seeing it for real, well, I’m not afraid to admit it, I cried. Not because I’m sad but because I’m pregnant and I cry at car commercials.

After dinner, the waitress brought us out this to celebrate (something for both of us to enjoy because I only got to indulge in a chocolate milkshake virgin mudslide)

We got pictures of her little bitty baby feet
A great picture of her profile
And lastly, total proof that she is, in fact, our daughter. A picture of her, with her hand up to her face as if to say “This is SO dramatic, I’m trying to sleep here!”
Weight: To date, well, we won’t talk about that.  I’m trying to keep it under 25lbs so we’ll see how it works out.
Cravings: we’re pretty sure this child will come out as a waffle fry from Chick-Fil-A or a cocoa pebble. Nothing really sounds good to me. Poor E is ready for this baby to be here so we can go back to eating normal foods LOL

We Planned A Party

We all know my stellar planning skills.

My poor husband. He’s all “Hey hon, you think we might want to tell people about this party we intend on throwing? I mean, we have a pavillion, we have food, we NEED guests”.

Ah crap.

Cue the scrambling.

Mind you, I have no one to blame but myself. I can’t even blame this on E or the baby b/c the baby isn’t here yet and E, well E isn’t the planner in the marriage.

After getting together with my MIL over a week ago, I figured maybe we should do something with all the addresses we collected.

I’m happy to say, THE INVITES ARE IN THE MAIL!

The party is June 4 @ 1p, we have a caterer (Beefalo Bob’s), which will provide a crap ton (real metric measurement, I promise) of meat and other foods which are completely family friendly, and now we’ll have guests. We hope.

Yes, it’s slightly tacky but we’re going with a BYOB scenario. We wanted to make sure everyone could drink what they wanted and I’ll admit, I’m slightly irate sad that I can’t drink.

Side Note: We included this blog address with the invites (if you didn’t get here from the invite LOL). We wanted to have a place where we could keep up with our out-of-town family and friends since we’re incredibly busy, not every one has facebook, and we’re having a baby in holy-crap-way-too-short-of-time about 4 months.


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