It wouldn’t be our child without some drama

But I can’t even blame her.

Yesterday and Sunday were quite scary for both E and I. Sunday morning I started throwing up. Not like “morning sickness” hurling. Like laying-on-the-floor-writhing-in-pain-crying-and-crawling-hurling.

Except I don’t cry when I throw up. I’ve mastered the art of getting in and getting out without waking anyone up.

Thank you 24 yrs of migraines.

But I digress.

So yea, I was throwing up and not just once. I’m talking at least 7 times. I finally napped a little and choked down some more food but sadly, that made a second appearance.

Monday, I woke up and still felt like utter hell but I got dressed and went into work, only to be told “call the doc”. I discussed it with E and he sided with the 6 men that I work with agreed and said “let’s go” so I called the doc and they said “come on in”

5 hours in Labor and Delivery and I was labeled a Medical Mystery. No signs of significant dehydration, no blood, cramping, comtractions, nothing.

In fact, there was nothing AT ALL wrong with Le Bebe. She was happily kicking the monitor and making the monitors fall off my stomach. She had the nurses cracking up (and slightly irked that they had to keep readjusting the monitors LMAO)

But alas, we were released and told to go home, stay out of the heat, and attempt to keep her in the oven for at least another 2 weeks (YIKES!)

We’ll see if she listens…

The Post in Which We Talk Frankly

30 Weeks
31 Weeks

I try not to complain about being pregnant and all things associated with being pregnant. I feel blessed every day, to wake up and still be pregnant. I’m ok with going to the doctor’s 5 times a month if it means I get to hear her heartbeat and know that things are going ok.

But I have to tell you, complaining be damned. I hurt. I feel like my vajayjay is going to fall off. I’ve been told it can’t and it won’t but still, I feel like it’s going to detach itself from my body. And even if it doesn’t, I’m totally not going to be surprised if I go to the bathroom one of the bajillion times that I go per day and see a teeny, tiny hand or foot sticking out.
It just makes sense that that would happen to me.
Not to mention I can’t sit or stand without wincing. My feet are swollen to the point where I can only wear my work shoes if I unlace them (which makes for a fantastic conversation piece when I have an Officer come over and talk to me). I pee a bajillion times a day and lately, with this 45-day-long-sinus funk, peeing is a timed event. Not that I’ve had this happen (knock on wood) but if I cough in between trips to the bathroom, catastrophic things could happen. On top of all of this, I’m pretty sure this little lady is playing ping pong with my left ovary.
These are all things I’m finding out that NONE of my mom friends told me.
But seriously, I feel blessed and I wouldn’t change it for the world. Well, maybe a few things but we’ll leave them alone.
So the little ticker thingy at the top of this blog tells me that I only have 59 days left. Really? Because I’m not scared enough? Good thing we have most of what we need. So what if we have to bungee cord her to the seat when we leave the hospital. I’m sure the nurses will look the other way eventually, right?
I thought E and I were making progress on the name front. We had settled on a name and we started calling her that. And then, the other night, he looks at me in all seriousness and says “What about Regina?”
AAANNNDDD we’re back to square one.

Baby Showers and lots of Pics

I didn’t go into detail with my first baby shower b/c I didn’t have a ton of pictures but I finally got some of them, along with pictures from my second shower!

I don’t have much to report until tomorrow so for now, I’ll leave you with pictures (and lots of them) 🙂

28 Weeks

29 Weeks
(and yes, I do feel like I’ve dropped and popped LOL)

(I thought it was a party for Mommom so I bought her a balloon. She was angry I took over her party LOL)

T, greeting me

This kid truly is my nephew. If there is a body of water, this kid will find it!

Great action shot of how the boys spent their time at the party. The Sibling managed to catch C1, mid-flip

“I match Uncle E!”

Handmade Blanket from Mommom B, in her colors of pink and brown

A handmade blanket from Mom C

The Sibling managed to get a handful of belly without me smacking her. She got lucky

Pin made by Mom C

S-I-L and I.
(Can you believe this skinny chick had a baby just 3 months ago?! Here’s hoping I get half as lucky!)

My gorgeous sisters and I

The Moms

Clay Baby on the cake

Cupcake Cake from Mom C and S-I-L’s shower

T and I

The Sibling and I

Getting ready to open gifts

Inevitably asking someone what the heck that was.
(I’m quite baffled by many baby things. This could be trouble)

The Theme of this little Girl

Someone got creative with the bows and string

Ahh, Aunt M and her Big Peckers obession

Sign for Daddy

Handmade Blanket from Aunt W
(All of us nieces and nephews are so incredibly lucky to get a hand-stitched quilt, made with love)

Cake from Mom S and The Sibling’s shower

This smug b*tch. She gets her drink and says “Lara, I miss you!”

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