Productivity!

Yesterday!

I registered at Babies R Us, and bought Little Miss' bedding. I had a coupon for a $20 gift card with new registry, and I had a second coupon for 15% off bedding, so I saved about $30+ on it!! I am AWESOME!!! I put up the window valance and the bed skirt and hung the "diaper stacker" and I hung the quilt over the back of the crib. It's super cute! Pictures shall be forthcoming.

Tonight!

I registered at Target (some double registering, but some stuff is different), and I bought my crib mattress so I could put the bumper on the crib (to be removed when baby girl begins to roll over, don't worry). It all looks fabulous, but I think it needs some orange accents, so I'll start to work on those for the room soon, I hope. :] That room is really looking like a nursery and not just a dumping ground for baby stuff!! I still need a lamp, I'd like a nightstand/little table. I still want more decorations. There's still plenty of work to be done.

P.S. David and i MAY have almost agreed on a baby name. I think there's still a little bit of fighting discussion left about it. We'll see.

Just When Pregnancy Was Getting Boring...

Oooh! It's a NEW pain. Fabulous. The old ones were getting musty and tired. I awoke this morning (and by "awoke," I mean that half awake stage where you try your best to get back to sleep, but the little gears of your mind are already beginning to engage and you're all "Shut up, shut up! I want to go back to sleep!!"), (and by "morning," I mean somewhere between my 3 am trip to pee, and my 7:30am trip to pee, and my 9am unasked-for-kitty-wake-up-call) to a new kind of pain. Before I describe this new pain, let me describe the "old" pain, since I don't think I've mentioned it here before.

The best way I can figure out to describe it is that I feel like I've been kicked squarely (maybe slightly to the left) in the crotch with a combat boot. Pelvic pain. The doctors/advice nurses say that it's "round ligament pain" (remember that from trimester the first? Babies with machetes?), and that basically, that sucks for you and it's only going to get worse. It hurts when I walk, just a mild-to-medium twinge with each step. It hurts A LOT to get out of bed each morning. It is especially excruciating when I roll over in bed at night. Some nights, I try to calculate exactly how badly DO I need to roll over? I mean really. Some days are better than others. The "maternity support belt" they gave me doesn't help relieve the pain, but it does annoy both me and the baby. She kicks at it all day when I have it on. Just at the band that goes just under my belly. kick-kick-kick-kick-kick. All day long at it. I don't wear that stupid thing any more. I just live with the pain. Oh, and you would think that stretching would help, but it's REALLY hard to know what's "stretched" and what's "over-stretched" when your joints are more flexible, due to a nasty little hormone called "relaxin," which is what's causing the pain in the first place.

So. New pain. Actually, compared to the pelvic pain, this is a mere "discomfort." The Nurse Practitioner I saw for my last OB appt informed me that "You're just one of those unfortunate uncomfortable pregnant women." Fabulous. ::sigh::

Anyway, I woke up this morning to a new pain, new location. Actually, it feels as if something in my abdominal area, kind of to the right of baby's housing, shrank. It kind of feels like there's a strip of muscles in there that didn't get the message that everything is supposed to be GROWING. It's a kind of tugging feeling when I move... It's not a cramp, but feels like a cramp's baby cousin, perhaps. It was a not-quite-pain, but it was uncomfortable enough to keep me awake for a while. :(

In better, more cheerful and upbeat news, it's official, Little Miss gets hiccups. It's a very interesting sensation. It's not unpleasant, unless you're already doing your damnedest to get back to sleep after your most recent bathroom trip, haha

Just Checking In. Or: "Things I Will Do When I Am No Longer Pregnant."

So. We're in the third of trimesters. Less than 100 days left... we're actually probably down into the 80's or 70's. Woo hoo?

While I am not looking forward to the part where the baby actually forces its way out of my body, leaving me ravaged and exhausted, I am seriously looking forward to eventually acting out my list of "Things I Will Do When I Am no Longer Pregnant." I am aware that I may have already posted about these things, but too bad, read 'em anyway, I still can't do them.

This list includes things such as:

• Ride rollercoasters. Yes, I know there aren't any in Hawaii. It's more a matter of wanting to do something you can't, simply because you've been told you aren't allowed. So let's plan to go to Six Flags.
• DRINK A BEER. Just one. Or more. Or Even, maybe just even, a fruity little mixed drink.
  
• Sleep on my stomach. Comfortably, and without worrying about smashing the baby.
  
• Jump on trampolines. See Roller coaster riding for explanation.
• Eat Goat Cheese. I've wanted some ever since the first thing I read that said I can't/shouldn't have it. Actually, I watched a "How It's Made" episode that included goat cheese, and then I googled to see if I *could* have it and the internet said no. :( I I might just eat a bar of it when I get home from the... dammit. I can't even have it for 2 weeks after baby is born. Le sigh. Maybe for Thanksgiving I'll have some. It's gonna be so tasty and creamy. mmm.
• Decide what I want to eat, WITHOUT weighing desire to eat it against the fear of the heartburn that's sure to follow. Someday, I will eat hot wings again and NOT die a horrible death as a result. They'll just be plain spicy and that'll be the end of it.
  
• Have a Mt. Dew. I mean I suppose I could have one now, but those things are so terrible for you, I'm not sure I want to subject little miss to it. Maybe when she's four.

Seriously, all I can think about right now is the taste of goat cheese. Creamy and tangy and soft and mild and I might even put it on a Wheat Thin and not just eat it with a spoon...

• Have cavities filled. Or rather, have the dentist take X-rays to see if I have cavities that need filled (probably).
  
• Hopefully, be able to start something that I'll be able to finish. I'd like to go back to school/get certified in something useful. I know that I won't be able to do much when the baby is here, but until she is, I can't start because her arrival will mean taking an indefinitely long break from whatever it is I start. Is it time for her to start preschool yet?
  

THis one isn't really a "To Do" persay, but it is important to me.

• Someday, my stomach region will no longer have a horizon. The kind with a vanishing point. That I can't see past. I'd be pretty upset if David were the type (he's not, I am, which is probably why I thought about it) to pen/sharpie on me where I couldn't see it and then I discovered it in the mirror later. Seriously, the earth isn't flat, and neither is my stomach. Boo.
  

• I would like to ride with David on his motorcycle. They don't make maternity biker jackets. Ha ha. Joke.
  
• Not waddle.

Now I'm going to go rummage in the fridge... maybe, just maybe I can find something in there I want badly enough to replace my undying food-lust for goat cheese. I'm not hopeful.

A Prime Example

Dear Baby-Doesn't-Have-A-Name-Yet-Because-Daddy-Won't-Give-In-Agree,

If you're wondering what kind of family you'll be joining in a few short months, here's a prime example of interaction between your father and myself:

I told him that I feel like a fat ugly manatee.




















He told me to watch out for speedboats.

















Welcome to the family baby girl, things are ridiculous here. :]

-Mama Awesome Powers

What's In a Name?

It is REALLY hard to argue over discuss names when Daddy is on a submarine under the ocean, and email is sporadic and I never know if he's getting all of my emails, muchless how much of my information computes in his head. He's usually really busy, and has a really crummy sleep schedule when he's underway, so he's not at his best when it's time to email the wifey, haha. It's completely understandable, of course, and I'd rather him be able to shower, or eat something, or grab a few extra minutes of sleep than email me every day (for the most part, at least... ask me on day 5 without one though, and I'll have changed my mind and he can go stinky/hungry/sleepless, just gimme an email!). So we still haven't decided on a name. Or rather, we've both decided on names we each like, but we haven't come to an amicable conclusion/collaboration on the names. God I wish David were here to have a proper discussions with me. ::sigh::