don't tell my husband.....

But I just bought these absolutely delicious baby legs for my little guy. I keep seeing them around, but they seem so girly and I thought Mario would kill me if I tried to dress our sweet boy in tights. We will see if he even wears them... it will be close to 100 degrees pretty quickly after he is born. We'll just have to keep the house really cold. I couldn't find a good picture of a boy wearing them, but we will get one when he arrives!

now... what else can I do to avoid cleaning my house....

Somehow, as I lay wide awake in bed this morning at 4:30, I convinced myself that I had gotten at least 8 hours of sleep, so I may as well get up. Turns out my early morning math is exactly accurate. Seeing as I feel asleep at maybe 10:00 pm ... I got about 6 hours. Not enough.

None the less, I am awake, watching the traffic reports... every five minutes. Be careful on that 101, and if you leave before 6:30 am, you will shave a whole 5 minutes off of your drive.

My little man is certainly getting bigger in there. Moving around in some not so comfortable ways. Always a lovely feeling though.

I have decided that it is not such a good idea for me to watch TV dramas about sick and dyeing babies. First of all, there is no way the woman from Private Practice last night was just 25 weeks. She had a huge belly and suddenly gives birth to a 2 pound baby... come on. TV and movies are turning out to be less and less like real life than I had hoped. Although... I guess that also means my babies birth is less likely to be like that of a patient on an episode on Grey's Anatomy, which is encouraging.

I officially do not have gestational diabetes, although I was told that I do need to watch my sugar intake. I guess that means no more baked goods... no more daily ice cream cones. I will miss them. The problem is that telling me to cut back actually makes me think about it more. I need a number. Give me some sort of a limit per day and I think I would have a much easier time. It's like being on a diet... I tend to gain weight, not lose it. There is something greater in the mix now though, so maybe I will find it easier.

Well, now I am just writing out of boredom.... maybe I will go back to sleep.

Have a fabulous weekend!

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pissed...

I am so pissed. beyond pissed. I had a Dr. appointment today and the first thing the nurse asks me is, "did you get your 3 hour glucose screening done?" To which I of course say no, seeing as I was told that someone would call me if the levels from the first test were high - and no one called me. I was told that "no news was good news". Apparently no news means no one took the time to call me!!

So now, I have gone a month without knowing that my glucose levels were high enough for them to want me to get the additional 3 hour test done - all while eating whatever I feel like and not really concentrating on a healthy diet at all.

Basically, I could have it and have not properly cared for myself and my baby for over a month. I am so pissed.

Tomorrow, bright and early, I will go get the 3 hour test done and hope to god that they results come back saying I do not have gestational diabetes.

I know that the list of things that could go wrong include some extremes, but even if I do not end up having it, why the F&%$ couldn't someone get it together enough to call me. Maybe I am crazy, but I think that is kind of a big deal.

Pissed.

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chocolate

It is 9am and I am already thinking about chocolate. Longing for it. I made these cupcakes that I know will give me pretty severe indigestion for the remainder of the day, but I can't help myself.

I am having one.

We'll worry about the consequences later.

oh how it aches...

I think little Vinny has found a comfortable sleeping spot deep in the back curve of my rib cage.

At first, I though it was my pillow situation.. I tried to change things and nothing worked. Yesterday, I purchased a fluffy mattress pad to make my mattress a bit more comfy... and I get the same pain this morning. (not to mention, Mario was so comfortable on this new wonder pad that he snored more than EVER!)

He must be hanging out in my rib cage while I am sleeping. That's not to say there is not some appendage playing footsie with my bladder all night as well.

I guess I just have to accept that it is now part of my life.. and it will soon pass when he decides to come out and join us. I can handle that.

Did I mention that my face is getting fatter? Seriously. I looked in the mirror yesterday, only to find that my face was looking rounder. Shit. I am getting fat. Better make some brownies, quick!

I am 31 weeks now. Can you believe it!! I certainly can't. I think about the birth now, and it makes me a little emotional. I am a little scared, but I know that Mario will be there to support and laugh with me. He always makes me laugh. And often, when I am imagining what it will be like, I see us laughing with each other, even though the pain and nastiness of it all. I can't wait to see what he will be like as a father.

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