Lordy, do I miss wine

I dream of a day I can drink my wine again. I miss it more than probably anything. Watch, I'll finally be done breastfeeding and I'll get knocked up again.

Aren't these hilarious? How fun for a dinner party (cuz I go to so many of those)

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The stares

One of Matt's friends was over the other night and he just followed me with his eyes all night. Well, I should say he followed my belly, not me, all night. I finally asked, knowing the answer, 'What are you staring at?' He answered 'I just love pregnant women'. Matt and I talked about it later that night and we were talking about how when you see a pregnant woman, you tend to stare, even just for a bit. I've been noticing those stares a lot lately. And they are prolonged stares, usually accompanied by a small grin or something. It's not like being caught staring at someone with a huge growth on their face, people aren't ashamed and just keep staring even after they are busted. It doesn't upset me in the least, it actually makes me smile too. It's nice to know that others are pleased with my appearance. I'm turning into a whale and I'm pretty sure my back is going to break from the hugeness before this baby is born. (okay, maybe I'm being a little dramatic)

Weekend

Off to Iowa this weekend to see my sister. I was supposed to go weeks ago and got snowed out, but it's been 65 degrees the last couple days, so we should be in good shape. Although, the weatherman does say it's supposed to snow tomorrow- oh the joy of living in this weird state. We will be doing some registering for the showers and watching lots of basketball.

She wants to go out to dinner on Saturday night which is awesome, but I'm realizing I have zero cute maternity clothes. I've been scraping by on hand-me-downs trying to make it through without spending money on clothes I can only wear for less than a year. Most of the time I look pretty frumpy. I just don't care, there are so many more important things that we need to be throwing money at right now besides un-timeless clothes. My awesome sister gave me a huge tub of maternity clothes and besides a few pieces, I think I may be able to make it through without buying much. Matt looked in my closet and asked 'what's with all the pink and purple?'- hush....they were free.

I can tell porkchop is putting on some weight, it went from a flutter, to a dull knock, to light punches, now I think I can feel him moving from side to side. It feels like he is doing somersaults sometimes. I lifted up my shirt to see if I could see it- no luck yet, but it is such a cool and bizarre feeling.

All these articles I read talk about this connection with your baby while it's inside you. I have to be totally honest, I haven't felt it. In fact I've felt rather a disconnect sometimes, I think I'm in denial a lot over this baby. But as it grows bigger and it's movement gets bigger, I'm finally feeling that connection, I think. I've started talking to the little guy- laughing when he gets really active and makes me run to the bathroom. Well....laughing and saying 'really porkchop? Go back to sleep silly'. It helps that Matt loves to put his mouth to my belly and yell at baby and say 'you be nice to mommy' and 'what are you doing??' It's rather hilarious. My 9 year step-son Ethan came up to my belly unannounced when he was leaving and yelled at it 'you stop waking mommy up in the middle of the night!' I about died of laughter.

You know, we rushed into this baby. We, financially, probably have no business having this baby, but I'm done caring. I'd rather be poor as church mice and happy then rich and bored.

Oh and my fingers are turning into sausages- I can barely get my ring off to clean it...lovely

Finally!

So, I have felt this little thing move since week 12. From all accounts that I've heard, that is early. Probably because it's going to be a 12 pound baby and he was big enough then to kick at 12 weeks. Anyway, that's all he does is kick, kick, kick me all....day....long. I'm growing very used to it. I actually get nervous when it stops. I just don't like it when I'm nauseous.

Well, I've been trying to get Matt to feel it kick for weeks and it basically goes the same way everytime

Me: There, did you feel that?
Matt: No...hold on....nope
Me: what about now?
Matt: nope
Me: uggg....he knows when you are trying to feel my belly and he always stops!
Matt: wait, was that one? Oh no, you just burped

Well, last night we had hard, concrete, I felt that action. Matt laid his head on my huge belly and got kicked in the ear! It's so nice that he can finally feel it, but that means the baby is getting strong enough to really throw some punches.

Side note- went to the dentist yesterday. I hate my dentist, but he's good. Anyway, my gums bleed like crazy since being pregnant, I have gingivitis. Ick. But he says it's very common during pregnancy and that it will go away after breast feeding. But it hurts to floss!

Belly pic! 22 1/2 weeks

And I just got some spectacular news! One of my closest friends in the world is prego too! We can be fat and sober together this summer- Praise the Lord!!