I got sick of waiting to look cute for a picture so by popular demand here is a picture of me taken right before starting this ever so long post. I will be 28 weeks on Thursday so I cheated an extra day saying that I'm 28 weeks. Like I said, my belly is showing and I am pregnant and showing it off to the world.
On a side note, my flat iron decided to stop working a couple weeks ago. Luckily it has a lifetime warranty on it and I saved myself $100 by not having to buy a new one. So in the mean time as I wait for them to fix it, my hair is stuck looking ugly and in a ponytail.
So I'm not HUGE but there are 2 parts of me that get HUGE while I'm pregnant and where some people love that about pregnancy, I HATE it...or should I say "them". Sadly they just don't make bras cheap enough and big enough with the support that I like so it really sucks while I'm pregnant and nursing. My belly is finally bigger than "them" though and that's what I call "success".
Poor Jules is already "well endowed". Just kidding, it's just really funny that she has cleavage in this picture. Any kid does at this age but I just had to show this cute picture.
I was telling a friend that I still had not taken a single picture of me being pregnant with this child. I always doubted that I was really my mom's daughter because she never had any proof that I was. I am the youngest of 5 and they just stopped taking pictures by the time I came around. Not only that, but have you seen my family? We look nothing alike and I especially look nothing like my mom. I think that's why I've really wanted my daughters to look like me...so they would never doubt that I was their mom. Jules is a good combination of us both so she should have no questions about where she came from. Now what will
this little baby look like?
We do have a name picked out but we are not going to tell people. We just don't want people to ruin it for us by their reactions, before the baby is even born. I also kinda feel weird calling her by the name before she's born. Things can change once you actually see the baby. So yes, we have a name...another "success".
We are still on the house search. We found a house that we LOVE and it has everything we want, including a nice swing set in the back yard. When we went to look at the house, Jules walked outside and just said "wow". We have been going back and forth with offers and counter-offers and we are just to the point that we are both at our limits and unwilling to budge. It's rough after looking for 6 months. This was only the beginning of my horrible day. It was a for sure "Tuesday" for me. If you don't know what I mean by that, refer to my "25 things about me" post. Now the rest of this post may bore you all so please stop reading now if you want some sanity.
We got the sort of final counter-offer on the house late last night. This caused me to not sleep. I ended up going to the couch around 1:30 to have the TV put me to sleep. We live with Mrs. Obsessive upstairs who does not sleep and walks like an elephant above us. This causes me to stay awake at night on the couch for even longer and with many disturbances. I am pregnant and need my sleep and when I don't get it...watch out.
Brett and I went to do sealings at the temple this morning for a ward assignment. It was great and I felt the spirit really strong at times but my belly kept hitting the alter and making me nauseous. We got home and I ran over to "movie and munchies" with the old ladies in our ward. This is normally a lot of fun and we watch a good movie and eat. Today it was a dumb movie and I was tired. We left early so I could take a nap before going to my doctor appointment. We got home and I slept for a while but it's never long enough. Luckily today the people upstairs did not start playing their baby grand piano right above me (which ticks me off) about every other day. Hence me wanting to get a house!
So anyway, we got to the doctor a little late but no big deal. The lady that signed in right before me was just as late and she got right in. I sat for about 45 minutes with out them calling my name. Finally the lady who arrived right before me left and was completely done with her appointment and I was still sitting there watching people get called and finish before me. I finally asked them what was going on and the dumb receptionist lady put my file in the wrong pile with a sly little "oops". I'm normally fine with waiting...as long as everyone else is waiting. So I sat down and watched 2 more people get called up before me still. With the lack of sleep and the lack of food I had in my stomach seeing as I put sleep before food today, I was on the verge of tears; I'm pregnant remember, it's okay to cry over dumb things. They called me back and I did the peeing and weighing thing and waited again for about 15 minutes seeing several more people called before me. Finally I get called back and the nurse was great and played with Jules and Jules heard the heart beat and loved it. Then I waited some more. I heard my doctor outside the door with other girls talking and laughing as I waited for about 20 more minutes. I was irate at this point. I went to change Jules' diaper and seriously contemplated doing what my friend did at her doctor's appointment and leaving a really stinky diaper in the room for them. For the first time ever, I was disappointed that what I smelt was Jules farting and not poop. I did not have any questions for the doctor and just wanted to leave. She came in, measured me, asked me if I needed anything and left. Good news is that I'm measuring perfectly and right on track with everything and feeling good other than the fact that I still hate being pregnant. I was there for 1:45 minutes and starving from the beginning.
I left and just wanted to go spend money and not care about anything. Lucky for Brett, I didn't. I was starving and went to Costco and got a cooked chicken for dinner and bananas and that's all I bought. I
did get a slice of pizza and a big ice cream just to eat out my frustrations. But I was still on the verge of tears. I started backing out of my parking spot and the guy behind me decided to do it at the same time. Luckily we both realized each other at the same time. I pulled forward for him to get out first and he pulled out ever so slowly that I just wanted to back up and hit him just for being dumb and slow. Then I start to back out and another car decided to drive past at the same time...ever so slowly. I almost hit 2 cars within seconds. This time, I could not hold back the tears and I just let it out the whole drive home.
I got home and there was a plate for treats and a card that someone brought me. I'm so grateful for people who are in tune with the spirit and act on those instincts. I cried more when I saw them because I needed the thoughtfulness from someone. It really does not sound all that bad as I type this now but let me just tell you again...I'm pregnant and running on little sleep. I got home and vented to Brett about it and he made me look like the bad person here for being mad at the doctor's office. I was a little rude to them too and that's what he was making me feel bad about. I still didn't feel bad, does that make me a bad person? I just wanted a little sympathy from him and I didn't get it. I finally got over it by exercising and watching "Biggest Loser". I'm all good now but just wanted to share my horrible day. Thank you for having me.
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