I'm a hot pregnant chick

About two weeks ago, BWB mentioned how hot I look. Me? With a swollen belly? Wearing stretchy pants? Hot? Well of course he has to say that. If he mentioned that I look run down and run through, he would have been run through! Later that week, we had dinner with some friends and they all mentioned how I am glowing and that I look great. Did BWB paid them to compliment me? Or maybe they are friends and saying that to their pregnant friend is expected? But last night, going out with a different group of people, Thaddeus, Ngoc's friend, quite literally the hottest guy, stared at me all night. Not the "holy cow, she's huge" stare, but an appreciative kind of stare. I might be married and it may have been a while, but I remember those stares from back in the day. Definitely the highlight so far of this pregnancy.

Pregnancy Myths

Myth: You can eat whatever you want.

Truth: Ha! Unless you want to develop gestational diabetes catch listeria or pass nitrate to the fetus, you can't eat whatever you want.

Myth: The weight gain is ok. You're pregnant after all.

Truth: Ha! There are very specific guidelines regarding how much weight to gain. Which means you can't eat whatever you want. See myth above.

Myth: You get a pregnancy glow.

Truth: Ha! You might, but you'll get acne first. And backne. And butt-ne. Welcome to your second adolescence.

I've fallen off the wagon...

the caffeine wagon that is. After months, of not drinking a cup of coffee, tea, any soda, I emptied the entire 12 ounce can of Dr.Pepper into my eager mouth. Man, was it ever good. Technically, the limit is 200 mg of caffeine a day is all you should have, so my 41 mg is a mere 1/4 of that limit. And yet, I feel bad.

Boy #2

I'm pregnant with my first son, but he'll be my second boy. I actually don't mind that BWB is a big kid. He's a lot of fun and he makes me feel young. We do silly things and fall down into a heap laughing hysterically. Or he enthusiastically participate in things that are meant for someone a third his age. Like this weekend, we had a chance to visit a friend in Orlando and since I can't go to any of the theme parks that have bumpy rides, we decided to see Disney World - Magic Kingdom. When he ran to catch up with the parade to take pictures of Mickey and Minnie, I thought, "How awesome it will be when Caleb is here and the two of them can share that kind of enthusiasm!". Cus me? I'm jaded. Unless Christian Laboutin has a sales on shoes, I am just not gonna run to see a guy dressed in a Goofy costumes on a float. I supposed I can feign excitement, but it can't beat the genuine look on BWB's face when he saw the parade.

He aint shy

Yesterday was the gender ultrasound and for the first part (where the do the measurements to make sure the baby is developing at the normal rate), the little bugger would not open his legs. But then, when BWB was in the room, he (the bean, not BWB) flashed all of us. His little weiner was dangling out there for all to see. So, guess we're having a Caleb and not an Emma.

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One task down, 100 more to go

BWB is a procrastinator. If it was up to him, he would still be in diapers. But here we are, married, and expecting a baby in 5 months. So naturally, there are things we need to do before then. Because BWB is also getting a law degree, he hasn't had the time to tackle the honey-do list. With his last final on December 19th, I figured, he could probably do about 5 things in the next month. Why, oh why, did I ever think he would be a responsible grown-up at 27? After two weeks of me nagging, he finally fixed the guest bathroom toilet last night. Well, actually, I should said, his dad fixed it and he helped. Now if he would only clean out the storage unit, replaced the carpet, and set up the nursery, I would let him play his stupid NCAA Football for the rest of his life without a peep from me.