"You're Really Going To Eat That?"

Yes, actually, now suck it!

That's the response I usually want to give to the person asking that question, you know, the same person who makes sure you are working out regularly, and know what's best for you and your unborn child? Yeah, that Bi#ch.

The funniest thing is that, the person on the other side of this is usually the same one who doesn't think I can lift a piece of tissue paper, and I should find out the gender of my child, and that I should get an epidural and do things as unnatural, medicated, (and potentially harmful and selfish) as possible when it comes to birth. But God forbid I even pick up a box of hair dye. Gasp! I am not smoking, doing drugs, or drinking, and I am not even eating deli meats or soft cheeses, so lay off!

I started this pregnancy at a higher weight than I wish I was, but other than a few minor injury-related health problems, (back issues pretty much) I have been told that I am as healthy as an ox, or rather a woman you would want having a baby. And in my 5 months of pregnancy I have only gained a mere 2 pounds, despite my ever growing baby. My heart rate, blood pressure, and over all health is great, so if I want to pick up a god-damned french fry, I will.

We all have that one person on a regular basis who loooooves to throw their opinion in there and make sure you know, that they know, what is best for you, even if they don't follow their own advice, but when you become pregnant, you suddenly have every one of those people who exists in this world finding you.

So, until my doctor or my health tells me otherwise, I will eat a few french fries, I will dye my hair every other month in a well ventilated area, and I will continue to tell you to "suck it" under my breath as you walk away.

Proud (baby) Mama!

As much as I am bummed that I will soon be seeing a lot less of J, I am very proud of him. He got a second job yesterday! So until he hears back from the full-timers we are crossing our fingers for, he will be an even harder-working daddy-to-be soon.

I am very proud of all the hard work he puts in just to try to make things easier on me and my pregnant ass. Also, this week we are finally doing the big, pride-killing, yet very important move. We will be living with his family until baby is here all to save for the next place and car. I am so thankful for all of the help we are getting from all ends. I am feeling like a very lucky lady right now.

:)

Veggie Tales

After almost a full year of being back in my carnivorous ways, and 5 months pregnant, I am missing my Vegetarian, animal-friendly, feel-good (eating) lifestyle. I am the only on in my family, the only one of any relatively close friends and definitely the only one in my relationship who is or ever was even somewhat involved in a vegetarian lifestyle. And with already being criticized enough for not eating any cold cuts during this pregnancy, I am sure I will have a ton to stand up to, especially nearing the move-in date with J's family, all of whom are not vegetarians, when it comes to any of my family or friend's opinions if I decide to go back before the bun in the oven is done baking.

So I am a little torn. I want to be healthier and feel more at ease knowing I am not taking part in the many things wrong with the meat-industry, but... Is it worth it for the baby?

Everything I have read and all of the research I have found shows that as long as I balance out my diet with plenty of Iron, Calcium, and protein rich (non-meat) foods, I will be giving the baby more than enough juice to grow. Add to all of that the giant prenatal vitamins I have to shove down my easily-upset stomach every day and it sounds perfect.

There's my argument for the doubtful. But what about cravings?

I know, I know, if I am this passionate about it than they shouldn't be an issue, right? But have you ever had a pregnancy craving? My mother once had to run into the house to grab a spoonful of tartersauce just to be okay for a drive.

These bad boys can be serious. So, if I am a happy little animal loving veggie all over again, what happens when preggo-monster decides she wants a steak?! Will I be miserable, or take full advantage, only to backstep and have lived my veg. lifestyle all for nothing?

I am going on my next shopping spree only buying veg-friendly items, and hoping for the best, so we will see.

Clothed Confusion

Today, like most other days for the past month or two have been spent laying around in comfy sweats and loose T-Shirts. Why, you ask?

BECAUSE NOTHING CUTE IS COMFORTABLE ANYMORE!!

I can no longer button any pair of jeans I own, Most of my shirts are creeping up too high on my belly, and don't even start with my bras! Don't get me wrong, I am loving this bump for the most part, people are all happy and smiley when I tell them it's okay to rub it and everyone wants to know my entire plan, delivery, knowledge of the sex, what college the child will attend, etc. It's fun, but I swear if one more shirt rolls up over my belly or another underwire jabs into places I didn't even know existed, I am going to go crazy!

So the solution? Buy new clothes.
Fun, until you start adding up all of the costs, yikes!

Luckily I have had the privilege of my mother and a few friends give me a couple of pieces to get me by for going out or just to the grocery store, but let me tell you, as an employee of a company that requires pants, (jeans, slacks, etc.) and no sleeve-less shirts, living in the hotter portion of Northern California has not been too fun between the non-buttoned jeans and the extra heat I somehow acquire during this pregnancy.


So, if only my employer were cool with the leggings and over-sized maternity tank top, I would be set! Until then, or until Fall actually starts for us, I am going to have to suck it up and buy new clothes. Le' Siiiiiigh. At least there was a little rain today, maybe things won't be too bleak and uncomfortable for too much longer. Then again, Wednesday we are supposed to be back at 90°.

A Little Bit Of History

Did you know that for a few years people actually didn't know what they were having until their baby was born?
Say What?!

Yes. It's true. I promise. There wasn't always a thing called ultrasounds or Medical Sonography! Yep, actually up until a little over 50 years ago, When you were pregnant, you had no idea what an ultrasound was! So unless you were using one of the Chinese Gender Charts, or crossing your fingers that your wedding band swung one way instead of another... You just had to wait.

So, please, would someone explain to me, why my choosing to not find out the sex of my child baffles the minds of 90% of the people I tell? I know there is always the argument of "Well, now you have the ability to find out, so why not?" Sure, sure... But we have the ability to do and find out a lot of things in life, but are they all good, or important? Would you really like to find out ahead of time when you were going to die, or what it feels like to try crack? Probably not.

My mother didn't know what I was going to be, or my two brothers. And I sure didn't come home to a room that said Mommy's Handsome man or Lady Killer all over. So my choice to wait it out, and keep one, true surprise shouldn't be to huge of a concept to wrap a head around, right? In fact, John and I just chose colors to go with our Neutral Pirate theme last night. And he, the very, heterosexual, non-girly male was the one to really pick it out! Aqua/ Teal, Purple, Black, and White! I was pretty unsure on the purple, but being it was his suggestion... I don't think it'll be too girly at all!

See! It's possible to go a whole 9 months and however many years before your child is born not knowing if he or she will be a little boy or girl! And I'm not even someone who LOVES surprises! Now let's just find that little kid some of these!