I have to pee...

 ...and even my maternity pants are too small.  And my back hurts.  And it hurts stand.  And it hurts to sit.  And I get kicked in the ribs all day.  And I always have epic heartburn.  And I'm always tired.  And I can't sleep because I have to pee every 20 minutes.  And my bras don't fit.  And they're uncomfortable.  And I can't travel so I'm missing Myrtle Beach this year. And I have terrible skin.  And I'm pretty sure I'm getting a double chin.

This is approximately what the little
stinker looks like right now.

Whew...ok, I wanted to get that off my chest, because I usually try to hold in my complaints about pregnancy.  I think it's wrong to complain about such a miracle happening right inside your body - especially when there's so many women who want nothing more than to be pregnant, but their bodies have failed them and they can't.  They would kill to be in my shoes, and I'm bitching about it.  But the reality is, pregnancy is really uncomfortable.  The funny thing is, I complain about getting kicked in the ribs, or the bladder, but when he doesn't kick for too long a period of time I freak out and think something's wrong.  And then, after about an hour of sitting there waiting, I feel the reassuring kick in the ribs, or ovary, and I'm like, THERE YOU ARE!

The other morning I had just gotten home from a night shift and Jonathon woke up when I was getting into bed.  He decided he needed to say good morning to the baby (who up until this point had been acting like the tazmanian devil trapped inside my belly, seriously, it felt like he had 8 arms....I even asked him, "How are you doing that?!?!)....so he put his face right near my belly and started talking and he got kicked right in the nose!!!  It was amazing!  Even better is that the first time Jonathon felt him kick, he was resting his head on my belly and felt a little jab in the ear.  This boy is going to be just like his father, a total trouble maker!  And the two of them are going to gang up on me all the time, and I'm going to love it!

I guess the point of this post, other than unloading my complaints, is to remind myself and everyone in my life who has to listen to me, that no matter how much I complain, I would not trade my current condition for a million dollars.  I love my little trouble maker.  I can't wait to meet him and hold him and lose even more sleep.  Any time I feel like complaining, I just think about what it feels like to NOT feel him kick and I appreciate the jabs to the ribs and bouncing on the bladder.  I LOVE him.

Momma Bear and her Cubs

I've never fully understood what that would mean until I had my own offspring growing in my uterus.  I mean, the concept itself makes sense, but the instinct to protect your child is RIDICULOUSLY strong.  That's why I now cry at everything I watch on TV.  Rebekah and I were watching reruns of Glee on DVD and I was crying because Finn was facing what it would be like to give up his (but not his) baby for adoption.  There's also a song about that, called "Trails in Life"...I forget who it's by, it's a country song....I just can't imagine having to give him away no matter how much trouble he's been causing me!  Then, this week's Glee episode (don't read the rest of this sentence if you haven't seen it) ..Sue and Will singing with the cancer kids....lost it.   Of course, imagining your precious baby with such a horrible disease is just, ugh.

Jacee

That brings me to the other night.  Jonathon and I decided to watch American Idol Hollywood Week.  My also pregnant friend Sarah told me that this made her cry....but she wouldn't tell me which part.  Oh, it didn't take me long to figure out.  Observe this adorable 15 year old boy to the right.  His name is Jacee Badeaux and he sings to adorably.  He first won over the judges in his audition singing "Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay."  Just a cute, sweet shy little guy.  Makes you wanna hug him.  Anyway, during this episode we were watching, it was group week, and all the contestants needed to form their own groups and perform a song for the judges.  Each group had to be a mixture of day 1 and day 2 contestants.  Jacee was a day 2 contestant looking to join a group.  So, he joined this group of lovely singers and they were all set to go.  Then, another day 2 guy joined their group...and that's when it went down hill.

Mr Stupid Jerkhead

Enter, Clint Jun Gamboa (right).  This cocky, arrogant, Harry Potter wannabe, was the self proclaimed leader of the group.  I think mainly because he was the loudest and most annoying and pushy.  He decided that since they had a new day 2 person and no longer needed Jacee  to kick out the 15 year old sweetie, even against some protests from his group, because he doesn't go with their "vibe."  So at 2am, when all the groups had already been together and practicing for hours, he sent Jacee out on his own to fend for himself.  What a douche.  Anyway, Jacee went and told his parents, he very stoic about it, but he couldn't help but tearing up.  Obviously, this was my first mom moment.  I want to punch those hideous glasses right off that clown's face.

Luckily for Jacee another group who lost their day 2 person welcome him with open arms.  Unfortunately, they were singing a song he had never heard and had very little time to learn (thanks to wannabe Harry Potter).  So, he kind of just made up his OWN lyrics, which is a HUGE no-no.  When the judges asked him what was wrong, he told them he joined the group late - not even throwing the a-hole under the bus.  Of course, his group backed him and told them what really happened.  They let Jacee through.... yay!  I love JLo!  And he was very overwhelmed and started crying.  Through my own river of hormonally induced tears I turned to Jonathon and said "This is the part that Sarah was crying - TRUST ME!!!!"  Then he looked at me and said "Are you crying????" totally judgemental...and I said yes.... "REALLY???"  And I said, "What if that was MY baby!"

Anyway, then stupid's group got up to sing, and I was really hoping he was a horrible singer, but he was actually really good.  THEN, Steven Tyler made me fall in love with him by saying "We should send you all home for what you did."  JLo and Randy weren't impressed either!  But they to put them through.  Hopefully America doesn't forget.

Anyway, all that being said, I felt my mothering instincts.  Then, I thought about stupid's mom....and how ashamed she must feel of her stupid, mean son.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Kind of a dumb title considering the fact I don't expect anyone who doesn't know me to read this. In fact, a lot of people who do know me probably won't care to read this (including my wonderful husband who would laugh at me if he knew this existed). But everyone else is doing it....and I'm always one to jump on the band wagon.



Shooter, for your viewing pleasure



I don't want the title of my blog to be misleading - there are a lot of things that interest me that I might talk about. Or, if a news story makes me really mad I might rant about it. Or, if I run into an incredibly stupid person during the course of my day, I might share the story with you. Or if something great happens, or bad happens, you get to read about it. If it gets boring, I'll just stop.

Anyway, I have a lot to say, and sometimes I'm funny when I say it. I think my sister and I should rule the world (trust me, it would be WAY better). My current baby is Shooter, my dog, however, he will soon be replaced by the little prince who is currently kicking me in the ribs and is about 2 and a half months away.

My family is crazy but I love them, and this is my life.