Dear Beautiful Blob,
This is your mother speaking. My bladder is not a trampoline. Please stop jumping on it. Further more my liver is not a punching bag and my pancreas is not your first ball to be kicked. Now if you want to do somersaults by all means enjoy.
love, Mom
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
Nesting
I never thought nesting was real. I figured it was a made up syndrome pregnant women used as an excuse to get things clean. Well, after experiencing this personally I'm still undecided on what exactly this symptom is. However, I do know one thing. I have this sudden need to get my house cleaned and organized! Now for those of you who know me well, you know I am completely okay with messy and comfortable. (Case one) My bedroom for my entire life. (Case two) My house.
I don't think I need to explain any more. You can all see the validity of my point. So can anyone explain to me why every waking moment of my day is spent straightening and organizing? Even in my dreams I picture a perfectly clean and organized house. Everything has it's place. It's like I have been possessed by Mr. Clean! I realize my husband looks like him...Sorry getting sidetracked here... Seriously though, nesting is real. Whether it's an excuse or a real condition I may never know. But I do know one thing. It is happening to me. All I have left is one thing. Embrace my destiny to have a clean home. *Sigh*
I don't think I need to explain any more. You can all see the validity of my point. So can anyone explain to me why every waking moment of my day is spent straightening and organizing? Even in my dreams I picture a perfectly clean and organized house. Everything has it's place. It's like I have been possessed by Mr. Clean! I realize my husband looks like him...Sorry getting sidetracked here... Seriously though, nesting is real. Whether it's an excuse or a real condition I may never know. But I do know one thing. It is happening to me. All I have left is one thing. Embrace my destiny to have a clean home. *Sigh*
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Hiccups
Yesterday I was alerted by a very strange series of kicks. They were completely rhythmic, about 1.5 seconds apart. After some perplexing thought I realized this must be the hiccups! It lasted about 30 seconds and then it was over. I immediately called Sean to let him know and he mentioned the kid must take after me. I really hope not for our beautiful blobs sake! I have been cursed with the phantom hiccups since before birth according to my mother. As a child I hiccuped over a hundred times in succession at least twice a day. I used to sit and count. I learned how to count well due to those hiccups. 67 68 69....83 84...102 103 Now I get to count our blobs!
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