Sugar And Spice

The title either makes you think of baking (can you tell that I have developed a sweet tooth) or the sweet little girl that we will be welcoming to our family in September.

We had our 20 week ultrasound this morning and are beyond thrilled to be welcoming a baby girl to our family in September. She is super squirmy and not modest at all, which makes me think that I have probably gotten myself into a lot of trouble because that is me to a T. There is no question or doubt that she is all girl and we can't wait to meet her in September.

I'm sure that she will have her daddy wrapped around her little finger on first sight, and he's probably already checking out the girly fishing poles that they have available at Cabela's.

We can't wait for Grandma to come visit us next week and to get moving on decorating her nursery. Thankfully Grandma is much better at painting/decorating than I am and I'm sure that she will whip up some adorable things for baby girl. We do have a name in mind but I've decided that I probably don't want to share that on the blog/internet.

Yay for Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice!

We're Growing

Things are starting to get real around here. It's so crazy when you first are pregnant and you start to analyze every little thing. You think that you are getting a baby bump during the first few weeks, when it really is just some extra bloat and gas, and the extra food that you are eating. I've been horrible at taking photos lately but I did scrounge up some that I have been taking. I don't look good in any of them which is why I cropped my head out of most of them :) but here is our progression from January to now. I'm excited to watch pedro grow and we can't wait until we can find out what the little bugger is. April 17th can't come soon enough.

These are for those of you who don't get to see Pedro every day. Dru and I enjoy rubbing him and belly bumping because we are weird like that. And I like to blame every little thing that I crave during the day on him. Pedro has been begging for some sunshine, as has his momma and we can't wait until it is warm enough to tan. We will be taking a trip together to Miami in May and can't wait to get a little color on our skin!

Alone Time

Lately I have been spending more time alone than I normally do. This is mainly by choice and circumstance. Dru has been playing in a pool league for the past few months and this was the last weekend tournament. Usually they don't win, this time they did. Dru has been gone every night since Thursday night. I go to bed alone and I wake up alone because he gets up way too early for me and leaves for work. We don't have a lot of time to chat during the day when we are both working and I can honestly say that I miss my husband.

I don't miss him because I want him to do things for me or around the house. I miss HIM, his presence here in our little family. Stan probably misses him more than I do because he hasn't received proper Dad and Stan time in far too long. He's becoming testy about it, it's pretty funny.

The flip side of the coin is that I actually do enjoy being alone. It's not so often that women get to be alone by choice, especially when they have children. I am relishing in this me time that I get to spend. I don't have anyone relying on me for food, nurturing or love (at least outside of the womb) at the moment and that will change very soon. Reading books or going for a walk or watching the notebook on TV on a Sunday afternoon are all completely up to me at this moment and it is nice. Yes, I probably should have done more laundry, or pulled the weeds that are growing in my tulip bed. But that's neither here nor there.

But just when I think I can enjoy breakfast alone, I realize that Molly's Arms are much longer than I thought! 

Pedro has a huge...?

Things are going great here. It is very warm for it being March in Minnesota and I couldn’t be happier. There is nothing that I love more than sunshine, green grass and flowers.

We had another Dr. Appt this morning. It is crazy how fast time flies when you are pregnant (remind me of this in a few months when I am hot and miserable). Things are going great with Pedro, and we still don’t know what he/she is. I’ve completely convinced that I have a baby boy growing inside of me but I won’t know for sure until April 17^th. The anticipation is killing me but I will have to learn some patience. My Dr. is great, I didn’t get to see her last time I was there because she was delivering a baby at the time but today she was super cheerful and happy. She is so cute when she heard his heartbeat; she laughed a little and said, “Hi baby”. I loved it!

I have this weird bump thingy next to my belly button. It bothers me but I don’t know if others can see it. I asked Dr. L about it today and told her that it squishes a little when you press on it but it doesn’t hurt. She thinks that it is probably a small hernia and as long as it doesn’t hurt it is fine. It’s purely cosmetic and we can fix it after Pedro is born. Of course I hope that it doesn’t get bigger or more pronounced or I might have to resort to placing duct tape over it so you can’t tell. So if you see me in public sporting a belly with a weird little bump on it, don’t mention it, I’m pretty self conscious about it. Dru said that it is probably just Pedro growing a HUGE penis. I love that Dru makes the best of things and makes me laugh. He’s been great and I can’t wait to see him holding our baby. He practices taking naps with Stanly and I know that he will be an amazing father. I’m most worried about Stan and Molly playing nice with the new baby. We will have to teach them that they can look but not touch. And when Pedro is older, it is probably better to look at the kitties and not touch since they will outweigh him until he is at least a year old. 

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.