Gassssssssss......

I swear I have a leak. Staying at home has really allowed me to start eating healthy, or healthier than I was eating before, and now I cant seem to stop passing gas. I dont know what it is about a good diet that just makes me have to...

So I am sure thats not really what you want to read about. But its whats going on in MY life. About the only thing, that is :)

I just re-read over my last entry and realized all I wrote about was Loki. Although he is charming and cute, I have to remember this is a blog about PREGNANCY! duh.

So back to the focus of the blog...Riley. Things continue to progress well and I think I say this every week, but he is definitely running out of room now. I am getting nervous for how big I am about to get in the upcoming weeks. I caught a side view of my belly last night and almost died. BEEEP, BEEEP, BEEEEP...wide load coming through!!!!!!!!

But Riley is good. We heard his heartbeat yesterday and he is moving all around. The other night I found out he is ticklish and have been torturing him at random times. Its the cutest thing. I tickle my stomach and he kicks back. Now that I think of it. I guess I should stop or else he might come out with some fear of being tickled. And that would be bad. That could be one of those Jack Handy sayings from Sat Night Live. Not sure how, but it reminds me of one. Maybe of the clown one. Ohh, whatever...

So Nick and I went to Breastfeeding class the other night. And that was pretty much pointless. Our instructor looked about 16 years old and had the focus of a rat in a pile of cheese. She basically read off the powerpoint and every 12 seconds her phone would buzz and then she'd lose focus and have to go back 2 slides. Just about the only amusement we had in the class was when Larry the Cable Guy in the back row asked this poor innocent girl if breast milk was ok for adults to drink and asked when he could start putting it to his wife after she gives birth. Get 'er done! Even I got embarrassed when he asked that one!

But the most amusing part of the whole class is when our instructor began showing pictures of what a babys poop should look like the first week after birth in a diaper. She began talking about the mustardy yellow poop and explained how the poop should be bigger than a quarter. Then she shows this picture of a diaper with a mustardy poop next to a quarter and Nick says "Whoa, babies poop money?" I almost fell out of my chair. I began laughing so hard that tears started rolling down my face and I almost peed my pants. I actually had to apologize to the instructor because I couldnt stop laughing. The only thing that made me stop was the damn granola couple behind us who were obviously appalled that I could laugh at such a thing and whispered something to the effect of "how immature." Whatever people. ITS POOP! Of course its funny. I feel sorry for their unborn child and the cloth diapers he has to sit in while mom and dad pine over how perfect they are.

This was the same couple that was in our last class and were upset because the delivery room lights made a buzzing noise and they want to have a 'natural' delivery, apparently without any noise.

I guess that is the highlight of the week.

My friend Jenny came through town today and reminded me of something very important. I was telling her a story of how the blue jays outside our house were torturing Loki the other day and she stopped me and said "Wow, this is probably the last time you have in your life to really take things like that in. You probably wont have a time like this again until after Riley is 18..."

Man. She is right. I better use these last two months to really get some sleep, watch the cats, read, eat good food, talk to friends etc. Cause once he is born...

I guess I will just be taking in everything he does...which wont be so bad.