And you thought smoking during pregnancy was bad...

Breast pump as a shower gift

On one of my registries, I registered for a breast pump. Not that I want someone to get me a breast pump mind you. Baby-r-Us and Target will allow you to buy any products that haven't been bought as gifts at a 10% discount after the due date. So I have some high end products (pack 'n play) and some odd ones (breast pump) that I absolutely do not expect people to get but that I can take advantage of the discount later. To my surprise, someone bought the breast pump when I checked the registry today (it's only 9 days til my baby shower). I'm grateful, but slightly disturbed.

Oh the humanity

The constipation saga continues. Thursday, embarrassed by husband. Friday, more of the same, except hubby was not home so only private humiliation instead of public one. Saturday, no matter how hard I strained, nothing would come. The odd thing was, every time I tried to push, one spot on the right side of my tummy would hurt. A call to the doctor (yes, I'm paranoid) revealed that I had pulled a muscle from pushing too hard. An actual pulled muscle. From pooping. Will the humiliation never ends? No, of course not. Now i have to drink prune juice and Metamucil. BWB had mentioned earlier in the pregnancy that I should take pictures of my belly to remember how I've changed throughout this pregnancy. Ha. I have Metamucil bottles to remind me for years. Trust me. I'm not forgetting this pregnancy anytime soon.

Just shoot me now

I'm having horrible constipation. I know I need to drink more water. So I'm sitting on the throne last night and pushing with all my might. I thought that baby would come out! The worse part was the stupid turd would not. But I'm making all these grunting noises and panting between pushes. I almost died of humiliation when BWB came flying into the bathroom thinking I was in labor. There I was, gripping paper roll holder in one hand, the window sill in the other, my face beet red from pushing, a giant turd on its way out, and my husband is staring at me. On the bright side (however dim) he has yet to press send on the 911 call he was about to make.

"Splash" the baby

Caleb's heartbeat has been hovering around 155 since the day we could hear it. But today, it was 168. Being the curious person that I am, I asked the nurse. Her question to me surprised me. "Did you drink or eat something cold just now?" Why yes I did. I drank some ice water. Apparently, cold water wakes up a fetus and make their little heart race. Who knew. So the next time you're little one is feeling sluggish, lick some ice cream and get his heart a jumping. He'll thank you for it.

There's a baby room...finally

After weeks of hasseling BWB to clean out the extra bedroom to be used as the baby room, I finally took matters into my own hands and did it myself. Not the actual cleaning. I called for reinforcement. My whole family, Mom, Dad, brother, aunt and uncle came over Sunday and got the room completely cleaned out and sorted in an hour. It was definitely an 8 hour job for one person. Now we just need to hire someone to shampoo the carpet and the "fun" can begin. God, I love family.

My baby attribute wish list

Mai and Justin just had their new baby, Austen. She's kinda disappointed that he has her very Asian eyes and "weak" chin. It made me think about my impending bundle of joy. I remember asking the ultrasound technician the last time if she could tell if his chin is very prominent. So here's a list of attributes, if I could pick, I would like for Caleb.

• BWB's eyes. He has gorgeous eyes. Long beautiful lashes.
  
• Not sure about the nose. Mine is too squat but BWB's is too long and crooked.
  
• My lips. Full pouty lips.
  
• If only we could combine our chins and divide by two, the resulting chin would be perfect.
  
• We both have short stubby fingers. Let's hope he gets my mom's.
  
• We both have great booties so the kid is set, unless he gets my mom's, then he's in trouble. She has the "as-sa-tall" syndrome.
  
• I come from a long line of strong thighs and calves. On a boy, that wouldn't be too bad. BWB is a bit chicken legged so maybe it'll be better with mine.
  
• I'm 5'1" and BWB is 5'8", this kid aint gonna be a basketball player for sure. Let's pray there's a recessive tall gene somewhere in both our families. I'll be happy if he's 5'10". That's a respectable height.
  

Can't wait to see him!

Pregnancy positive I could live without

One of the positives of being pregnant is that you have a lucious head of hair. Well that's all fine and good for the thin-haired folks, but for someone like me with thick, coarse hair, it's a nightmare. All the new growths are short so they stand straight up. The ones that are hidden under my longer hairs make me look like a chia pet. I cannot wait for this kid to come so I can get back to my thick but managable hair. I'll keep the big boobs though. Heh.

Cheerios kicks Glucerna's ass

I've been to Walgreens every night this week. First to pick up Methyldopa for my PIH, then to pick up Glyburide for my GD, then glucose test strips. I would do it all in one night but my memory is about as short as that of a gnat. Anyways, on one of these trips, while waiting for the pharmacist to fill the prescription, I noticed boxes of Glucerna cereal. If you don't know what Glucerna is, it's a new product that's marketed to people with Type 2 Diabetes. Supposedly it helps control your blood sugar from spiking. So I looked at the nutrition facts. 28g of carbs per serving. 3g of protein. 10g of sugar! Having GD, I can only have 12g of carbs for breakfast and at least 6g of protein. My Cheerios has only 20g of carbs, 3g of protein, but only 1g of sugar. How is this Glucerna better? They say it contains chromium picolinate which helps your body's own insulin work better. Yeah. Like I need to put more chemical into my baby. I'll stick with my Cheerios and string cheese thank you.

Influx of stuff

Two months ago, I had exactly two baby outfits. Both were christmas gifts from BWB. Two weeks ago, Ngoc had mention that she might be able to give me Morgen's old crib. Today, I have a swing, a baby hammock, and a baby bathtub from Gabbie, a crib from Ngoc, a rocker from Mai, and more clothes than I know what to do with. God, I love having a baby later in life.

The new spring line

I get excited around this time. It's the unveiling of the new spring line from the stores. I love the colors, the shapes. I love it all. Except for this year. Oh how my fashionista side is aching that I cannot partake in the cute clothes that are coming out. I alway buy one outrageous piece that I know will be in style for a minute, and several pieces that I know will endure beyond this season. So instead of clothing, I am going the accessories route. One outrageous pair of shoes or purse and some beautiful footwear that will sure to last.