Miserable.

7 weeks. I only have 7 weeks to go until I'm home free.
This baby has hijacked my body for the time being and I'm simply miserable.
Don't get me wrong, I'm very happy to be pregnant and I'm overjoyed that I'm able to give life to another human being.
However, these past 2 weeks have really been hard on me.
Lately, I've had trouble sleeping. I can't seem to find a comfortable position.
When I wake up in the morning, instead of feeling well rested, I have  aches and pains in my hips and pelvic bone.
Ugh.
In some ways 7 weeks seems like it's a long ways off, but I know that it will go by faster than I think.

I'm trying my best to enjoy these last several weeks, knowing that this is the last time I'll ever be pregnant.
For now, when I'm feeling miserable and in constant pain, I need to remind myself to be focused on the final prize at the end.
A beautiful baby!

Don't call me chubby!

Seriously. It's not funny to call a pregnant woman "Chubby". Even if you are a really good friend of mine and you like joking with me.
Don't do it.

For one, I know I'm not "Chubby", I have a baby growing inside me so I have every reason to have gained 28 lbs.
I'm not ashamed. I'll tell you how much I've gained, you can ask me about my weight, I don't mind, just don't call me "Chubby".
Also, while we are on the subject, please don't say, "Wow, you're huge!" Or, ask me if I'm having twins.
Rude.
Down right rude.

Thankfully, I've only had one personal friend who has called me chubby. Most friends tell me that I look good for being 7 months along and they can't believe the baby is due in 10 weeks.

I had a rough day today, so I'm letting out some of my frustration on my blog.
Please don't think I'm a crabby, pregnant woman, because most of the time I'm not.
Everyone has a right to a bad day.
The day is done and it's time for bed.
Here's to a better day tomorrow.
And don't call me chubby!

Is it March already?

Wow. Time sure does fly. I only have 108 more days to go until this little one inside my tummy makes an appearance.
The kids only have a little over 2 months left until summer vacation.
It is going to be a busy summer, we'll have lots of visitors. I told my kids that there are going to be a lot of changes in their lives after this little one comes along.
They are both very excited for the baby, but I know the novelty is going to ware off in a couple of months or so.
They are good kids and they've been helping me out around the house tons! I'm so grateful for them.
My husband has been super too! He never complains about having to help me out around the house.
He even helps with making dinner when I'm just too tired to make it.
I have two baby showers coming up soon.
One of them will be in Phoenix where all of my family lives. I'm really looking forward to seeing my family and spending time with old friends. Some of my friends I've known since high school, which seems funny because it is my 20 year reunion this year.
The other shower will be here at home. Lots of friends from church and school will be attending.
We have such a close knit community here that it will be really nice to have everyone together for such a special occasion.
I'm feeling good, glad my nausea is all gone, now it's time for the home stretch.
Come on, June......let's do this thing!

Just Kickin it.

The baby is sitting very low in my tummy. He/she just seems to kick the heck out of my bladder. Ouch. Not comfortable at all, but I'm happy every time I feel the baby kick.
On a more exciting note, both of my children have felt the baby kick!
My son felt the baby kick a few days ago. It was funny to see the reaction on his face. His eyes just about popped out of his head and he said, "I felt it, it kicked me!" My daughter finally felt the baby kick last night. She was so happy to feel it for the first time because every other time she tried to feel the baby kick, it wouldn't.
I'm 21 weeks today, half way there.
I'm not sure if my son will want to feel the baby kick anymore because later that evening he said, "It's a little creepy. It kind of feels like you have an alien inside there."
So true, my son, so true.

Something is definitely wrong.

I know something is wrong because I'm no longer feeling nauseaous 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
It snuck up on me about 3 days ago.
I woke up feeling, well, how can I explain it other than, I felt good! I didn't feel like I was going to throw up, I wasn't gagging at every little scent that came happened to cross my path.
This must be it!
Dare I say my morning sickness is over?
It can't be. I've been used to this sick feeling for 18 weeks.
Now I can actually eat again like a normal person. Yippee! I'm so happy.
To celebrate "No more morning sickness" my Husband toook  me to my favorite Mexican Restaruant and I had a great big bowl of Chil Colorado.

 It really hit the spot.
Sure, I had a bit of heartburn later in the day but an antacid tablet took care of that.
Now I can let out a big sigh of relief.
That was a long, roller coaster ride of nausea but I'm glad it's all behind me.
Time to tackle all of the baby stuff that need to get done before the baby arrives.
I can't wait to see this little monkey!

Who are these kids and why are they so sweet?

I have had an awful bout of morning sickness/nausea today.
I've been lying on the couch most of the day trying to rest and keep my mind off of how horrible I feel.
Both of my children stayed home today due to the storm that hit us late last night.
As lunch time approached I wasn't sure how I was going to make lunch for the children and my Husband who would be joining us for lunch at any moment.

Then, out of no where, without me having to say anything, my darling, 7 year old son asked if I wanted him to make lunch? Of course I was ecstatic that he offered. I wasn't exactly sure what he was going to make, but I knew he'd figure something out.
My daughter immediately jumped in to help.
They proceeded to gather together all the items needed for PB & J sandwiches.
My son spread the peanut butter, my daughter spread the jelly, they also put some sliced fruit on the plate and topped it off with peanuts.

I was so proud of them. How sweet of them to help me out!
When I told them that I was very proud of them and that they made my heart smile, my son said, "I'm sorry  you are so sick Mom. I hope you feel better soon so you can do things with us again instead of lying on the couch all day."
What a sweet heart.

Sometimes I doubt myself as a Mom and I wonder if I'm doing a good enough job in raising my children to be responsible, caring, independant people. It's days like this when I know I'm doing a good enough job.

Wanna know if it's a boy or a girl?

I want to know too.
However, we won't be finding out the sex of the baby.
Sorry to disappoint you, along with all my other friends and family, but we've decided to not find out.
We didn't find out the sex with our first two pregnancies and it was the best surprise in the world.
It killed me to not know if I was having a boy or a girl.
I'm the kind of girl who does not like surprises!
I was the kind of girl who snuck around the Christmas tree at night when my Parents were asleep and I would search for my presents and carefully peel open one side of the package to see what my gift would be.
Bad, I know.
That's just me.
Fortunately, my Husband talked me into waiting.
Thank you, sweetie for talking me into doing something that I didn't want to do, it truly was worth the wait with each birth.
There was no sneaking around this time.

So just keep in mind, if you know someone who is pregnant and they don't want to know the sex of the baby, be nice to them. Don't ridicule them or exclaim, "What? You don't want to know what you're having?"
I'm sure they have their reasons. They just might want to be as surprised as we were when I thought for sure I was having a boy and I heard those beautiful words I'd been waiting to hear, "Congratulations, it's a girl!"

Why do they call it morning sickness?

I'm currently 15 weeks pregnant with my 3rd child and I'm glad to say I've never experienced morning sickness.
Really, I haven't.
It's not fair to call it morning sickness when it's 24 hours of nausea.
I prefer for it to be called "All day sickness" because I've been nauseous all day for the past 8 weeks.
Today has easily been the worst day of "all day" sickness during this pregnancy.

The only thing I have had to eat today was some french bread with olive oil, a few orange slices and some tea.
I am so hungry, yet I can't seem to keep anything down.
My husband and children are currently in the dining room chomping down on some pizza and listening to the soothing sounds of "House of Pain."
Oh, how I wish I could eat some and groove out to the music with them.
My poor tummy is just growling away.

Here is a list of all the foods that currently disgust be which I hope to be able to eat again someday soon.

• Pizza
• Salad
• french fries
• red meat
• pasta with red sauce
• bananas
• rice
• eggs

I know there are more to add to the list, but that's all I can think of for now.
I will just continue to ride this carousel of nausea unil it stops.
I do hope that is soon.