It's so true...

I have to agree with this song because well, it's true. I have discovered this. We told everyone what the sex of the baby was and her name. Why hide it? Especially, if you know...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJRzBpFjJS8

Half way there...

Yesterday marked the official half way point in my pregnancy. I have not registered, or even thought about it too much for that matter. The baby's room has crown molding and a ceiling fan. The making for an awesome room. Other than that, nothing! I don't really look at baby clothes as I pass them in the store nor have I bought anything even remotely related to a baby. I figure, I have have approximately 20 more weeks ahead of me, why rush things. My mom always told me I was the Queen of Procrastination. I think I'll hold onto that title for a while longer; at least until my daughter grows up and can carry on the title. I'm really more interested in the fact that I am going to Florida this weekend, two of my friends are getting married at the end of the month, UGA football starts so that means tailgating, I am going to the Dominican Republic in October, Halloween, Thanksgiving and maybe even Christmas if she isn't early. So, with all this on my mind, how could I buy a pink dress. I mean, seriously. Soon enough, it will be all about her. I'll make it about me for as long as possible.

Oh, for all you fruit fans out there (you know who you are), our little one is the size of a banana this week. Not one of those small bananas that they give you on a plane, but one of those bananas that could win the Most Hormones Injected Award! Hells Yeah!

As hinted above, I do procrastinate. Soon enough, I will put up one of those adorable side shots of me with my belly protruding so my family can ooh and aah over it. Soon enough.

Are you ok? And by you, I mean the baby...

Yesterday started out to be a really good day. I was finally getting off of work and I had just pulled out of the business complex when, BAM! Someone rear ends my car. After the inital shock of getting hit really hard, I pulled to the side of the road. The person who hit me pulls over, too. He tries to tell me in his own broken English way, that he will pay for the car but please don't call the cops because either he didn't have a license or he would lose his license. At this point, I could really care less about the car. I told him that I had to call the cops because I was pregnant and I needed to make sure the baby and I are OK. So, what does he do? DRIVES OFF! I was so pissed. All I kept thinking was, Holy Sh*t, I'm about to bring a person into a world where there are people who are so self centered, they leave a pregnant women, whom they just hit, sitting on the side of the road. I tried to get his license plate but he backed out so I couldn't. The cops, the fire department and the ambulance all came. I was slightly embarrassed.

Anyway, the baby is fine. I am fine, very sore, but fine. Oh, did I mention the baby is OK? I did, OK, good. I just wanted to make sure since everyone seems to overlook the fact that I was also in the accident and prevented the baby from getting hurt. But, I guess that is my life now. It's all about her!

5 fingers and 5 toes...

Today, I went for my anomaly scan appointment at the doctor's office. This means I am about half way through with the pregnancy, which is really crazy to think about. She is in perfect health. No abnormalities. She weighs 10 oz and is right on schedule. Here are a few pictures. I'm sure you can tell what they are of but if not, they are her foot, her hand and a profile picture. Peter and I got to see her playing with her feet. It was very cute. Even the doctor said it was a very cute thing to be able to see. Although Peter loves me and loves the baby and is very excited (scared) to be a father, the doctor appointments are basically hell for him. The paperwork and the waiting room would all be better off done by just me. Unfortunately, he must endure the waiting and the medical questionnaires in order to see his daughter. Today, he asked, "What is hemophilia? I think my mom had it!" Since I didn't have my handy medical dictionary with me, I gave the best answer I could; which I plan to do the rest of my life, answer the best I can!

Don't take this the wrong way but you've had too many cupcakes!

These two stories are only related by the fact that I am pregnant and obviously gaining weight. (I was under the impression that you are supposed to gain weight in order to sustain a healthy pregnancy but, what do I know.)

I was at a gathering this past weekend when an acquaintance of mine saw me for the first time in a year or so. I was wearing a long dress in which I will admit made me look slightly larger and more pregnant than I actually am. However, to me, this doesn't really matter too much because I am already larger than normal so what's a few extra pounds in a dress really matter. She looks at me and says something like "Sandi, don't take this the wrong way but, you look much bigger than my other friend who is pregnant. She is about 4 weeks behind you. I mean, you can really see your baby bump." First, I would like to point out that this "other friend" is 4 weeks behind me. I was not this large 4 weeks ago either. Crazy how that baby just keeps growing. Second, I don't really think anyone in their right mind would ever say something like that to a regular fat person, so I'm not really sure where they think they can say this to a pregnant woman. Thirdly, if you ever start a sentence with "Don't take this the wrong way but, " then whom ever you are talking to probably doesn't want to hear the end of it. Lastly, I was very polite when I responded to her comment by saying, " Yeah, but did her boobs double in size?"

My lovely european husband and I were laying in bed the other night when I was going over what I had eaten for the day. I usually do this because I am usually hungry by the time I am going to bed and for sadistic reasons, talking about what I already had to eat makes it better. I told Peter I had eaten two mini cupcakes. All of a sudden, he got really iratated with me and started questioning my food choices and whether or not they were the right ones for the baby. I couldn't for the life of my understand why he was so upset. I just kept telling him, I only ate two mini cupcakes. He got even more upset and decides to leave the room. Well, the next night we are sitting on the couch talking about how stupid the argument was when it dawned on him "Two Mini Cupcakes". Yes, that's right. He thought I said "Too Many Cupcakes". He thought I was shoveling nothing but sugar into my body for dinner. So, as I have let him many times before, he claimed "Language Barrier". Except this time, I actually agreed with him!