Twin-phobia

I'm sure all new expecting mothers share this fear of having twins. I haven't went for my first sonogram yet, and I haven't heard the baby's heart beat. So technically, it could be twins, and I just don't know it yet. Oh lord.

I believe the most favorite thing to say to a newly expecting mother is: "You're going to have twins!" People get some sort of thrill out of making pregnant women feel like they're about to throw up, as if we don't feel that way enough.

I'm not saying I'd jump off of the top of the Empire State building or anything, but I would probably be pretty crazy for a while, say 20 years. I mean having twins is a super serious matter. You have to think about the fact that everything will be doubled. Double strollers, double diapers, double wipes, double clothes, double the college tuition. Oh lord, now I feel like I'm going to throw up.

If I happen to be pregnant with twins, please pray for my husband. He'll need it more than anyone. I'll be sure to update on Wednesday after my doctor's appointment. It's funny. I use to pray for doubles or triples in softball. Let's pray for a single now!

Peace and Love!

Emotional Much?

It amazes me how many emotions run through my mind on a daily basis. One second, I could be flying off the handle, and the next, I could be crying my eyes out over a stupid tv show. I've always been pretty tender-hearted, but this is taking it to an extreme. If any sweet moment at all comes on the tv, it's over with. For instance, watching The Blind Side today, I started crying while watching Michael playing football. REALLY? What's sad/happy about football? Actually as I'm sitting here right now, I feel like crying, over nothing at all. I am such a titty baby these days.
  And when it starts, there's not chance of it stopping any time soon. I'm an emotional ball of tears is what I am.

Another prego symptom I feel the need to fuss about is my insane sense of smell. Usually cleaning out my rabbit's change is no big deal, but today I got super sick. I mean I actually throwed up because of the smell.  But anywho, I guess it all goes with being pregnant. Just don't say anything to make me mad, or be too sweet, or stink, and we'll all be okay.

Peach and Love until next time.

As I sit here eating pineapple chunks with a glass of grape juice, trying to decide whether or not to do some much needed homework, I remember I haven't posted lately, thus giving me an means to push my homework back a little further. Plus, today has been a very eventful day; it was my first prenatal visit. I know my family members want to know how it went, so I'll just post here because most of them religiously follow my blog---hail to the true followers.

My honey decided to take the day off to go with me to Valdosta, even though he had to drop me off at school twice and pick me up twice. By the way, he got lost in between VSU and Lowes, which I must say is a pretty difficult feat. I even drew a map with street names, but I forgot he was a man. Men take no advice from women, especially directions. But anywho, kudos to my husband and his great directional skills.

After I got out of class, we headed over to Southern OB-GYN, with my stomach churning inside. Overall, the experience wasn't bad, just slightly uncomfortable. If anyone has had a pap, the prenatal check is the exact same. They also had to draw my blood, which I'm not very good at at all. I got a little queasy, but it turned out okay.

Positives: LOVE my midwife, Teresa Johnson. She seemed very thorough and did not treat me like one of the 300 patients she sees, even though I know I am. Most of the staff were pretty nice, as well as the financial adviser.

Negatives: My honey couldn't come back until they put me into my own room, which took about an hour. The lady who took my blood was sort of rude, but hey, if I had to look at and draw blood all day, I'd be a little cranky too. They only do 4 ultrasounds the entire time you're pregnant.:(

They didn't do an ultrasound today, but my appointment for my glucose test (ewwww) and my first ultra sound will be in three weeks. Let's home I'm not having twins.

9 more weeks until we know what the baby is!  The million-dollar question is: what do you want it to be? I want a boy for the sake of my husband, but either would be perfectly fine by me. I know everyone says it, but as long as it's healthy, I don't care what it is.

Until next time, peace and love:)

Perpetually Tired

Does it ever end? I'm usually pretty good about staying active all day. I've always got up in the mornings rather cheerfully and stayed up late doing homework. However, now-a-days all I want to do is sleep, and I never have time! I wake up every morning around, or before, 7. Then I head to school, nearly falling asleep while driving. After school I work until around 8, and by the time I get home, I have two hours of homework to do.

I'm slacking in school because I never feel like doing homework. I have about ten deadlines hovering over my head, but guess what? They will hover over my head until the day before they are due. I'm not about to stay up late doing work that isn't due yet. I'm not that motivated. I've got a bad case of senior-I just don't care--itis. It's going around like swine flu, so beware.

PEOPLE, give me a break! I'm so absolutely, incredibly tired. I know, I know. It'll supposedly be worse when the baby gets here. But, the baby isn't here yet, so let me sleep! I need just one day to sleep all day, no work, no school, no household chores.

That brings up another thing, doesn't someone feel compelled to come clean my house for me? I never have time! My hubby's doing a good job at cooking supper every night, but he definitely doesn't do the dishes too. Any takers? I'm kidding. No really, if you feel compelled, I'll let you borrow my key.

I say I'm going to bed now, but I know I won't. Here's to hoping I won't snap on someone tomorrow--Peace and Love--CD

Is There Such a Thing as the Food Blues?

I know, I know. I've neglected the blog for the past week or so. I'm sorry, but college is taking a beating on this soon-to-be-Mommy. But anywho, I'm back at it.

I believe I am experiencing food depression or something. Everything I think I want, I can't eat. For instance, last night I came home from work and cooked black-eyed peas, bbq chicken, corn on the cob, and corn muffins. I was so excited to eat because I hadn't eaten much for lunch. My husband and I sit down to eat, and I suddenly hate everything I have cooked. I try some peas, which my husband said were delicious, and they tasted like pure poopoo. Next, I take a bite of my chicken, which also tasted like crap. By the time I made it to try the corn, I was so sick on my stomach. I couldn't eat any of the meal I had just slaved over. UGH! I was so frustrated! I was hungry but couldn't eat. I had to go lie down in bed to get my naseousness to go away. All I seem to be able to eat the past two days is fruit. I know fruit is good for me, but by-goodness I want some real food! At this rate, I'll lose weight instead of gain it. I think maybe my sister should cook me some tater-and-weenie soup. Don't ask; it'll blow you away. Peace and Love

You Mean You're Going to Wipe Baby Poop Out of Diapers?

To answer the question, no, I won't wipe. I'll rinse.

Apparently I must be insane. I've been doing some diaper research, early I know. Did you know that by the time my baby is potty-trained I will have spent over $3,000 dollars on disposable diapers? With cloth diapers, however, I'll spend probably a fifth of that. Another plus is that they won't pile up in landfills for years to come. When people think about cloth diapers, they think about thin cloth diapers held up by safety pins. That's not how it is anymore people! These days, they have all different types and kinds of cloth diapers. Here are a few examples:

I think they're pretty cool! You rinse them out in the toilet and then wash them like you would anything else. Of course, when the baby is at a babysitters or someone that wouldn't want to deal with the cloth diapers, I could always buy some backup regular disposable diapers. Since I'm know I'm going to get a lot of negativeity about this, I'm going to make a pros and cons list.

Pros:

good for the Earth,

very healthy for the baby because they prevent a lot of cases of diaper rash,

cheaper in the long run

more comfortable for the baby

Cons:

messy cleanup

more money upfront

So...if you ask me, disposable diapers aren't as good as they seem. I may change my mind in the long run and when the baby gets here, but for now, I think i want to try cloth diapers. Hey, if I don't like them, I can always go back to disposable ones right? Peace & Love CD



Babies Exit From the Belly Button Right?

Sunday I decided to break the news to my Kindergarden niece that I was having a baby. This is how it went:

Me: Josey, Kaykay is going to be a mommy. Do you know what that means?
Josey: Duh Kaykay, you have a baby in your belly.
Me: (Shocked) How did you know that?
Josey: Because I know that babies come from your belly.

Anyways, after she asked a few questions about what the baby would be to her (her cousin of course) she went about her business riding her pink scooter down my mother's halls. A few minutes later she crawls onto the arm of the couch beside me and whispers, "Kaykay, how is that baby going to come out of your belly?"---OH, LORD! How in the world am I supposed to answer this question. I did the best thing I knew to do--directed her to her nana. Mama, of course, just looks at her then decides ignoring her would be best. When Josey came back to get an answer from me, I tried to ignore her too. But that doesn't work very well with Miss Josey. She repeated the question twenty times, and finally I decided to answer her. I mean really...she has to know someday. This was my response:

Me:Josey, babies come out of their mommy's belly button.
Josey: OH! I always wondered what that thing was for! But, why do boys have them too?

Well well well, there that is. Since I knew she had caught me, I decided to leave. I wonder if my mama or if her mama ever gave her the right answer? Next thing she'll be asking how the baby got into my belly. I better start thinking about this early. Let's hope she doesn't ask until she's about 13---No, 30. Yes, 30 will be the perfect age to discuss sex with my sweet little niece.

Anywho, I'm going to go try to find pickles on campus. Peace & Love--CD