Week 13ish

Well, I am out of the scary 12-week period... and I couldn't be happier! Nothing but babies on the brain from here on out. Something else I have on the brain: what is Margaret going to do when there's something around to take all of the attention off of her? Wes and I always said, "If Marge doesn't get along with the baby, the only answer is to find a new home for the baby."

Margaret, the Princess

Mavis, the Jester

We're just joking of course, but I really cannot imagine my life without my dogs. My mom, sister, and cousin came up to visit last weekend and that was fun. It's nice to have you're mom around and focused on you, especially because come 5 months from now she won't even remember my name. She claims she's going to come once a month until the baby comes. This, I do NOT mind as long as she does my laundry like she did last weekend :) There's just something about a Susie-folded pair of underwear that really makes you appreciate the little things in life.

People keep saying "Ohh! You're starting to show! Look at that little bump!" I still think it's fat because it doesn't look or feel any different than when I had gained 5 lbs. last summer. But, I've come to realize with pregnancy one thing: what do I really know?  There's so many opinions and facts and ways to do everything. I'm bound to get something wrong! Don't eat this or don't drink that. If you sit like that your baby's head will be misshapen. If you sleep on your right side you're baby won't be able to read. Don't paint your nails or you will lessen your baby's IQ. This poor child is doomed from the beginning! I'm going to have a super fat, illiterate, unintelligent, cone-headed baby! He'll fit right in with the rest of us.

The morning sickness has subsided along with the majority of the exhaustion. My main concern right now is being near a bathroom at all times. I peed 7 times at work this morning. That's between the time of 8:30am and 12:30pm when I took my lunch. And this may be hard to believe but I only drank ONE bottle of water. WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM?! I don't get it. Wes is annoyed, Margaret and Mavis are mad because I get up twice a night and wake them up, and frankly, it's getting more and more difficult the focus on anything other than peeing. This may be pushing the envelope but I am very tempted to grab some diapers for myself.

Now what about Wes? That's a good question. Wes is kind of in his own world right now. He's picked up a security job at a grocery store and is working a lot of overtime with the OPD. I hate to see him work so much but love to see the checks! I don't know that he's fully aware of the tornado that's about to ensue. He's slowly understanding that babies need space and his 'cop room' will have to become the 'baby room'. I also think that he's starting to understand that he won't be able to hang with the boys as often as he does now. As far as the cleaning, he hasn't really gotten the hint and I don't know that he ever will. I am relishing every moment I have with him right now because I have a hard enough time sharing him with his friends, let alone a baby. I just want to make sure that he doesn't forget about me when the baby comes.