28 weeks and all I want to do is lay in bed...and stay away from creepy people :)

So...I finally added some new pictures...see way at the bottom. I thought I was getting huge...but now that I look at the pictures...Loki is getting out of control! Its crazy to see how thick he has gotten. I bet he is saying the same thing about me. Hahaha.

All is going well. Just truckin along. Today marks the first day of my 3rd trimester. Its crazy how fast things are going now.

I am still confused though. Somehow I am at 7 months today, but still have almost 3 months to go since our due date is July 23rd. Lets hope that is when he comes. Please, please, please...not more than 1 week past my due date. That would be AWFUL!

It never ceases to amaze me. The bigger I get, the more creepy people feel like I am their friend.

Yesterday I went to Bank of America to get cash since some dumbass tried to use my card number to buy $400 worth of labels from USPS...yes, $400 worth of labels. Dude, if you are going to steal my card, at least buy something cool like a bike or I Pod or something. Jeeez. So...back to my story. I am leaving B of A and the security guard outside says: "When are you due?" Which is perfectly fine...but as soon as I tell him he begins to tell me that I am having a girl because of the way I am carrying HIM. I politely said..."O, I already found out...its a boy." And would you believe this silly security guard with 4 teeth in his head proceeds to tell me that I am wrong and that we are having a girl. I was 2 seconds off saying..."excuse me, I saw his penis, and what do you know anyway...you dont even know how to brush your teeth. Thank you." But, of course I couldnt be mean, so I didnt say anything other than..."well, you never know" as he creepily followed me to my car. Heck, who knows, he could be right due to some crazy security guard reasoning. Somehow I doubt it though.

And today I went to go do my glucose test and get some other blood test done at Kaiser and this lady plops down next to me and sighs REEEEAL loud. I knew she wanted me to look up from my Pet Healthy magazine and say HI...but I didnt. Then she leans over and says..."So, when are you due?" I tell her July and within 3 minutes I learned this ladies entire life story. It was awesome! I learned that she was there at Kaiser today for a pregnancy test, which was negative. I learned that she had her first child when she was 35 and she only had it because her Croatian husband wouldnt marry her unless she got pregnant. Apparently he MADE her show him the pregnancy test stick to prove it. Then I learned that they tried for a second child 6 months after her first was born, but couldnt conceive (she thinks because of her age and I think its better she didnt :) Then I learned that her Croatian mother in law is depressed and tried to kill herself because her husband of 40 years recently died. I also learned that car rides apparently cure depression and suicidality because this lady told me she "cured" her mother in law by taking her out for a car ride once a week. O, and I also learned that her son questions everything she does and she thinks he has ADD. Shocking.

Anyway...now that I have completely ripped two people apart who were probably just lonely and trying to be nice....please dont think bad of me. I really am a nice person. I guess I am just more cautious/defensive these days since it seems like everyone has a comment. Oh well, at least it makes for a good laugh.

Alien in my belly

So...it is nice to know that you guys are actually reading this. I have heard from a few people that they have enjoyed my tales of pregnancy thus far. So I will continue...

This week little Riley has been showing off his sweet moves pretty much every time I eat or lay down. And the most bizarre part about this weeks moves are that I can actually see him moving through my skin now. The first time I saw it I almost freaked out. I felt some pressure in my belly and when I looked down I saw my t-shirt moving. At first I thought maybe the wind moved it. But since my ass was plastered to the recliner, indoors, I realized this was no wind flurry. This was Rileys little head, fist or foot. I immediately pulled up my shirt and tripped out. Not to sound Hollywood, but it did look like The Alien!

The more I get to know this little guy, the more I am getting worried that this little bugger might be born with red hair and a mullet. Now you might ask...what is so wrong with that? Well, other than the fact that the mullet went out of style in the 90's...the red hair has significance for me. And the mullet...well, lets face it...only badasses where mullets in this day in age. So...if he is born with red hair and a mullet, I might be a little scared that my son will be a badass with a serious attitude problem! WOOO!

Like today at work. I felt some pressure above my belly button and when I pushed on the area to see what was going on, I immediately felt him push back. As if to say..."Um, cant you see that I am trying to kick your ass. Dont you know I am a badass with a mullet, mom? Jeeez."

Not to jump from topic to topic...but I learned something very disturbing last week. I thought that if Riley is born at the end of July, I would be on a surfboard by September, at the latest. Now...boys who are reading this...read with care. This is something that once again, I did not learn in one of those damn preggo books. Apparently...if you have a natural birth...that 10 cms takes awhile to go back to normal. Which means...no surfing for me. Aside from a terrible bacterial infection, I might just end up with a sea lion or a school of fish up there if I'm not careful. Wow. I cant believe I just went there...WOOO!

So...on that note. I am off to bed to get my belly's butt kicked by our mullet baby :) :)

Book Title: What About Me?

So, I am learning very quickly that my body is just an incubator for this little being growing inside me. And it is safe to say that I might not matter...that much. It has become apparent that my primary job is to keep this baby's heartbeat going. This became obvious when I got the flu last week and had to make another little trip to Labor and Delivery (L & D). Since I had been throwing up all night, the advise nurse was afraid I might be dehydrated, so they told me to come in "within the hour."

So after calling and waking two different friends at 7:45am, I finally found a ride to l & d **Thanks Isaac & Diane too** (Nick had court...as a part of his job, not because he broke the law :) Anywho...so I get to l & d and they get me a room right away and I am thinking "Oh good, I feel so awful, they will do something to help me, finally." Well, no, not actually.

So, the nurse comes into the room, tells me to undress from the waist down and put on "the booty tube" as Nick calls it. Its like a tube top that goes around your belly to hold down the baby heart monitor. Then I am thinking..."ok, she is going to give me some 7 up or something for my stomach. Or at least an emesis tub." NOPE. She puts on the monitor, asks if I have felt the baby move in the last hour, tells me to wait for the doctor and walks out of the room. "Um, ma'am, waiii...."

Meanwhile, my legs are hanging down off this chair/table and I have wires sticking out of my booty tube AND I have NO support. Once I finally find out how to pull out the table to put my legs up, I start gagging again and feel like I am going to throw up. I scan the room and there is a closet door labled "Large Emesis Tub," but it is like 9 feet up. So I look for a trash can and the only one I find is for "hazardous materials." So I resign myself to just puking on the floor.

20 minutes later...

Knock, knock. "OHHHH good, the doctor is here to help me..."

NOT!

She came in, read the baby's heartrate sheet, checked for contractions, asked if the baby had kicked recently, told me our baby looks "really healthy," told me I wasnt dehydrated, then said "take care of yourself....you probably have the flu...which is very tough on pregnant women."

Uh, NO DUH!!!!!!!!

So...after finding out our baby was perfectly fine, even with my high fever, I was kicked to the curb. With no 7 up or crackers and NO RIDE HOME!

So I am sitting on a cement block outside the hospital, trying to call Isaac or Nick and the Dr. chases me out of the hospital to tell me "dont forget your prescription!"

Oh, yes, thank you. How could I forget.

At one point I was so sick and wishing I could be in bed so bad that when a bus drove by, my first thought was to start running after it and get on it. But then I realize...I have NO MONEY! Then I realize...I wouldnt even know what bus to take. Then I wonder...do buses take ATM cards? Ha. Honestly, I dont know what I was even thinking. I am 6 months pregnant with the flu, I am not running ANYWHERE. It must have been desperation...in fact, I know it was.

Yea, that day wasnt so sweet. But luckily Nick was able to pick me up pretty soon after my discharge and put me in bed for a long days rest. Luckily it was only a 2 1/2 day flu. Feeew.

Good thing I can laugh about it now, but it sucked when it was happening. Thats for damn sure.

Now I am onto better things anyway...like back pain and my belly popping out of the bottom of my maternity shirts, already :) hehehe.

New Pics...

Scroll down to the bottom to see how huge Loki and I are getting :)

Are these things on straight?

There is one strange thing that has been happening for about the past 2 weeks that is not in ANY of the baby books and has certainly never been mentioned to me by any pregnant women...

I am apparently at the stage of pregnancy where my butt/hips are so big and my belly poppin so far out that it feels like my clothes are on backwards. Thats right, BACKWARDS!

I know, I know...it sounds weird. But you know that feeling when you put a t-shirt on backwards. It feels all snug in the wrong places...through the shoulders and in the neck area. And if you've ever put a pair of pants on backwards (not jeans obviously) it feels like the front of your pants hugs your knees and the back of the pants stick too closely to your butt. Its definitely a weird feeling. Well, thats what my regular clothes feel like.

It obviously doesnt feel that way when I am wearing the required uniform of maternity wear, rather, it happens mostly when I wear regular t-shirts and old soccer shorts or my adidas sweat pants.

It is the strangest feeling ever. I seriously have to keep checking my labels to make sure that they arent in the front of my clothes.

One day I kept asking Nick...are you sure this shirt is on right. He must have thought I was going crazy. I know I was.

This one should definitely be added to the baby books. For sure.