What We Have Been Up To

Does anyone else REALLY want it to be summer? I am so incredibly white that I just can't stand it anymore and I usually lay in the cancer (tanning) bed at least once or twice (or 12 times) during the winter so my skin doesn't scare people. I'm from California, pale white just isn't a good color on me, or one that I am used to. For the first time in my 25 years (almost 26) I don't have any tan lines. This just seems wrong to me. But since tanning beds are on the no list when you are pregnant, even though I find it hard to believe that I would cook Pedro, I'm sticking to the rules.

I've had the pleasure of spending the past 2 Sundays with my wonderful husband, and I really like it. He usually has to work on Sunday but for the past 2 weeks we have done "family activities" together. Home Depot (2x), The Mall of America, Good Food and naps...How else should you spend a weekend?

And in other news, I have started purchasing items for baby Pedro. On Saturday I had a girls day out and found this adorable dresser at an antique store. I LOVE It.

Molly and Stan love me even more now that I am pregnant. I hope that they love their baby brother or sister just as much when they are born.

This is what I imagine will happen :-)

This is us now, they love sitting on my lap watching Sunday night TV

Stan still loves his dad just as much. And yes Dru wears tank tops ALL of the time. It's his "thing" 

Squeaky Mattress

We have squeaky springs on our bed and no it's not because we are having too much fun. I mean obviously we did have to do "it" at least once or else I wouldn't be in the situation that I am in now, but this is a family blog so we will keep it that way. 

Anyway, we have a problem. Our bed, which is fairly new has developed a squeak that is driving us both insane. It only happens when we are both in the bed and it is the most annoying thing ever. The noise completely disappears when it is just me, when Dru gets up early and I roll over for an additional hour or two of sleep. It doesn't squeak "on demand" when you jump or move a lot since we tried testing it last night. It only happens when we are sleeping and move even an inch. I can't handle it anymore, it is driving me insane and I'm ready to kick Dru out for good just so I can get a good night's sleep (in between the 2 hours or so timeframe that I have to pee each and every night). 

Solutions? Home remedies? Any words of advice are welcome! Or else Dru might find himself on an air mattress in Pedro's room for the rest of eternity. 

I've thought about adding 35 lbs (Stan (20) + Molly (15) equals 35lbs give or take) of cat to the mix to see if they even it out, but that presents its own slew of problems that include yelling kitties (Stan) who need attention and petting at 4am. 

I'm SO not ready for sleepless nights just yet - I should have another 7 months left to enjoy my 12+ hours of sleep per night. 

Sometimes you just can't win!

Irrational Fears?

I’m terrified. Yes, I’ll admit it. As long as I have wanted to be a mother I’m now so incredibly scared that I am going to suck at it.

I’m sitting here sobbing; I think that it has just now hit me that this is real. In give or take 7 months I will have another human being solely dependent on ME. I will be responsible for loving, feeding, changing, and ensuring the safety of another person. I’ll admit it; I’m not really the mothering type. When Dru gets sick, I get bitchy. I am not nurse like in any way, shape or form. I want him to get better as soon as possible because I can’t stand him when he is sick (and not because I can’t not look at him in pain, but because it’s annoying to me).

Yes, I basically just admitted that my sick husband annoys me. And when he had his wisdom teeth out last year, I left for a business trip for the weekend…Less than 24 hours after his surgery. I did leave him with a swimsuit top that worked well to keep ice packs in place on his swollen face but that’s about it. I SUCK.

I’m hoping and praying that the mothering instinct just kicks in and that I will be the worlds best mommy and know how to nurture my child. My mom was pretty kick ass at it (and she still is) so hopefully it is just passed down to me or something. And if that fails, at least I know that Dru is pretty damn good at it (if only he had boobs to breastfeed). He always takes care of me, after the many surgeries that I have had since we’ve been married I know that he will take care of me and baby better than anyone. He’s already the world’s best kitty dad EVER! Even though these cute cuddly fat cats know that mom is pregnant and lay on my belly (and bladder) every chance that they get, they still love their dad more than ever. 

It's Not A Lie

Please tell me that it gets better not worse?

Yes, I pee a MILLION times a day. I always was a frequent pee'r (this isn't even a word but go with me here) even before becoming pregnant but now it is like some sort of sick joke. I am constantly thirsty and consume enough water daily to almost be ashamed of, but I can't help it.

Pedro is not that big, I know because I saw him. You can't even tell that there is a baby growing inside me, not visible from the outside. Sometimes it looks like I have a food baby, but that is it. Not a baby bump to be seen. So how is this tiny being causing me to pee every hour? Sometimes every half hour?

I have a feeling that I am in for a long 7 months. And Dru? Well he isn't so excited that I wake up every hour in the middle of the night to urinate. I can't help it, but please tell me that this will get better and not worse because I might have to install a toilet in my bedroom.

Best Day Ever

Pedro (this is what we will refer to the baby as until he/she makes its debut into the world) is a lot like his mom and dad -- stubborn.

We had our 2nd Dr. appt today and we were thinking that we were just going to get to hear the heartbeat via hand held thingie that they place on my tummy, but it turns out that Pedro is pretty stubborn and likes to move about a lot so we got an unexpected ultrasound. The little guy was moving all over the place and I'm pretty sure that he waved at us, and has a great strong heartbeat.

Best Valentine's day EVER!

But in less baby related news, my book club read a book recently that involved making a life list. I thought that it would be fun to have a list of 20 things I would like to do before I die and decided that I might as well share it, and this is as good of place than any to document my list.

20 Things to Do Before I Die

1. Be a Mom
2. SkyDive
3. Bungee Jump
4. Swim with the Dolphins
5. Go back to Tahiti
6. Eat Sushi in Japan
7. Travel Sweden with Dru and my children
8. Catch a BIG fish (and have Dru be there to witness this)
9. Fluently speak Swedish (again)
10. Ride a train through Europe
11. Have a fancy ball gown and somewhere to wear it
12. Be in a movie (an extra is fine)
13. Bobsled
14. Hike a really tall mountain
15. See the grand canyon
16. Win money (more than $2000) in Vegas
17. Party with my girlfriends on a houseboat when we are 40
18. Finish my Masters degree
19. Throw the first pitch at a major league baseball game
20. Own a patio boat and have the summers to enjoy it

We Have a Secret

I’m not great at keeping a secret. In fact, I absolutely hate secrets, which is why this has been really hard to hold in.

It all started a long time ago when a boy met a girl and they loved each other and dated for a billion years before the boy proposed to the girl and they got married and moved to Minnesota. They added to their family with two beautiful fur babies named Stan and Molly.  

The boy wasn’t afraid to show his love for said girl – even when they were in college and the girl dressed up in ridiculous outfits with her Cuesta Palace “crew”.

I'm the one with the fab green shirt second to the left. 

To this day Dru still has his shirt (below) and wears it sometimes. I even wear it occasionally. It’s more awkward now that no one knows who a “Cuesta Palace” girl is, but reliving my college days is fun. And I’m sad to say that my shirt is a LOT tighter than it used to be.

Dru is on the far left. And yes, they are drinking Keystone (ick)

And if this shirt says anything, my shirts will only be getting tighter (and Dru's as well since he is being sympathetic).

I suck at taking photo's and the light wasn't cooperating with me. But you get the idea!

Yes, we are FINALLY pregnant. Pedro (this is what we are calling he/she for now) is set to make an arrival sometime around September 5, 2012 and we couldn’t be more excited. 

Ain't No Body Goin To Die Today

Yes, that was one of my dear mothers Facebook status updates over the weekend. She had the song stuck in her head. The one that I mentioned here that Dru and I walked back out the aisle to on our wedding day. And the song rings true for this year, but not just that lyric.

We're Gonna Have A Good YEAR! Yes, that is what rings most true. This will be a good year, I just know it.

And to top it all off -- I've been peeing in a bucket with a toilet seat attached to it all weekend. I mean, how could a year not be great if that is how you start it out? If any of you are wondering what I am talking about it resembles the below but this isn't the actual bucket or seat in question :-)

Image via google images

I'm being completely serious about the above, and it isn't because I'm crazy. It is because we have spent this amazing holiday weekend up north with some great friends of ours ringing in the new year. We are up at their cabin (actually not returning home until today) where we have enjoyed some good laughs, friendships, ice fishing (I didn't actually catch anything) and relaxation.

I hope that your year is off to a great start. And I must admit I'm pretty excited to return to the land of running water today!