Monday, November 28, 2011

Obligatory Self Portrait in Bathroom Mirror

Husband keeps saying he'll take pictures of my growing belly, but neither one of us ever gets around to holding up our end of the bargain (Me-never doing my hair or putting on make-up, Husband-never actually taking the picture on the rare occasion my hair is done or I am wearing makeup).

Here I am on November 25th, 2011. Depending on which due date I use (the one I think, or the one the doctor gave me) I am either 17 weeks exactly, or 16 weeks 3 days. Not that it makes much of a difference.

I think I look pregnant, but apparently, I'm the only one. My flight back from Dallas this weekend, no one would help me put my carry on in the overhead (it was crazy heavy, too) and the man behind me made the smart-a$$ comment, "took you long enough" when I finally maneuvered that thing into the overhead...Only to have the woman behind me move it and say to the flight attendant "some people just don't know how to put their carry-ons in the overhead, do they?" (Don't worry folks, when i was trying to get it down, I made sure to take a REALLY LONG TIME...and then waddled really slowly, just to piss her off).

Do I feel movement? Not really, sometimes, I think I do, but its normally when I'm really gassy.

As far as cravings, currently, all I think about are waffles. Morning, noon, night. Waffles. Previously, it was Taco Bell, and before that, chicken pot pie. I've also been enjoying O'Doul's, and if you are going to say something nasty, spare me. There's more risk to my child every time I get in the car than there is from me enjoying a couple of NA beers.

Wednesday, we get to find out whether Baby H is a boy or a girl. I think girl, just because I think it looks girly, but friends and family are split 50/50 boy girl, so I guess we'll just have to wait and see!

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Baby Names

subtitle: Why I'm not telling you what I'm naming my offspring

If you have asked me "Have you decided on names yet?" chances are, I've lied to you. I didn't do it on purpose, but I am not 100% sure how to handle the question. You see, we have decided to keep our names a secret. Why, you ask? Well, a few reasons.

First, everyone knows everyone named something. Chances are you know a Jessica or a Sarah, a John or a David, and, there's an even greater chance that you have an opinion about their name. Maybe they have a stripper name like Candi or Kim (like Zolciak, hah!), or maybe every person you know named Lindsey or Lauren are just horrible people. I don't want the first thing out of someone's mouth to be "Oh, your naming your boy Zack? I knew a Zack, once, he was a real ass" (for the record, my daddy is Zack, so I'm quite partial to the name) or "Greta is an ugly girl's name". And lets be honest, some of you would think it, but not say it, but others, well, your filter is questionable. I happen to think that Husband and I have picked out the most perfect names and I don't care what you think and once the baby is here, your opinion won't change my mind.

Second, if you know us, you will probably know not long after November 30th, whether or not we're having a boy or a girl. Don't you want some suprise? Better yet, don't you think its fair that Husband and I have something that we can share when we're ready to share? Like, everyone has seen a movie when the dad walks out of the delivery room and proudly shouts "Its a Boy!" and everyone celebrates? Well, announcing a name for us is sort of like that, like we get to send out the proud parent emails that declare our new baby has arrived and his/her name is ___________!!!

So if I've told you we're thinking about Elizabeth for a girl and Bennett for a boy, well, thats a lie. Pretty much any name you've heard out of my mouth the past 15 weeks is probably a lie. Or is it? Guess you'll have to wait to find out.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Things You Should Know About Pregnant Stephanie

Warning, this may be TMI for most of you, proceed with caution.

Maybe its a pregnancy thing, maybe its just me...but you should know:

#1-That smell you smell? Its probably me. My unborn baby has gas and its manifested itself through me. And no, its not the taco bell, its pretty much anything I eat-soup, fruit, ice cream, you name it, it gives Baby H gas.

#2-Please, for the love of all that is holy, do not put yourself between me and the cookies. I will bite you and I will probably draw blood.

#3-Keep your conversations short, because chances are, I have to pee.

#4-I know you think that its just HILARIOUS that so many wonderful things have been happening since I was forced to abstain from alcohol (UGA winning 8 straight) but I do not. Please don't remind me that I can't have chili dogs, because it really makes me want one. Don't ask me how much weight I've gained, because I am honestly trying not to think about it.

That is all for now, I really wish this pregnancy would move a little faster.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Baby Houghton at 13 Weeks

Maybe I'm partial, but my kid is awfully cute.