Chuggin' along...

I went to the doctor last week for a regular check up. They measured me and said that I actually am a little bigger than most people at my point in pregnancy, but by only a week. She is kicking and moving all day, everyday. The doctor also told me to be careful about weight gain. At that appointment, the doctor said that I had gained 11 lbs since the last appointment which was about 4 weeks prior. After leaving the doctor's office crying because of this news, I, of course, ate and then weighed myself on our scale at home. Come to find out, I only actually gained 3 lbs over the course of 4 weeks, which is perfectly normal. I plan on recording my weight at home now and telling the doctor they might want to look into a new scale or at least calibrating the one they weigh people on. It's bad enough to have outsiders telling you, " You're big", but the doctor, too. That is way too much!

Peter and I decided on a color for the baby's room. He is planning on finishing up this coming weekend. It will be nice to come home from vacation with the house in less of a construction area. The color is a creamy yellow. It matches the cream color on the bedding. We think it is neutral and also slightly feminine. I received my very first baby gift from a friend of mine. She bought our little girl a really, really soft blanket. It is pale green with white dots on one side. The other side is yellow. Very beautiful and very nice.

The guest bedroom is almost complete. We have a bed frame, night stand, small dresser, and a mattress. We just have to put it all together. Teta Marta and Ujo Ivan are coming to stay with us this weekend to do yard work and cook. Who am I to stop them? This is specifically why they are coming. They actually requested to come and do this. Crazy, I know. But, I guess it could be worse. No complaints here.

We are moving along as we are supposed to. Nothing too exciting (besides the kick ass trip to the Dominican Republic we are going on) is going on. More pictures to come.

Oh, I do want to mention my two wonderful sisters and all the effort they are putting into getting the baby shower together. I love them both for being so....cooperative in the event.

The Baby's Room...

Here are a few pictures of the current state of the baby's room. Not too much progress at this time.

We are slowly getting everything finished. We have the crown molding installed, the fan installed and the frame for the built-in bookcase. The room is approximately 80 sq ft. We still need to build the bookcase, install base molding, paint and put all the furniture in the room. The last picture is of the bedding I choose for the room. It is

considered neutral bedding. I love all the colors. It really

gives me a "down to earth" feel.

Slow going...

I'm slightly calmer today than in past posts. Peter and I bought the crib and changing table/chest of drawers on Sunday. I ordered the bedding last Thursday and it came yesterday. I love it! The colors of the bedding are cream, tan, chocolate brown, baby blue, forest green and an orange/peach color. I think it is a nice spread of colors. As you may already know, I'm not to fond of the color pink. This isn't to say that my daughter will never wear pink; I just don't want to paint the room that color. Or buy a bunch of things that can't be re-used (in hopes we have another child and it has a penis) in the future. I am not the girly-est of women but I do like shopping, getting my nails done, shoes and having my hair look really nice. I also like dresses and well, men. I think that puts me into the category of "girl/woman". (not that liking women makes you any less of a woman) I know I am having a little girl and I am very happy about that. I just don't like the color pink. There are many (and I mean many) other colors in the world that she can wear. Yellow is a good color. It is suppose to make people happy to something like that. Red is a great color. My favorite. According to Peter red makes people more aggressive. However, in our household, I'm pretty sure that is going to happen anyway. (I mean, have you met her parents!) Green, blue, brown and black are essential colors for any wardrobe. See there are plenty of other options. Anyway, moving on...

We also purchased a bed for our guest bedroom, which means when people stay over, they will now have a bed to sleep in. I'm hoping this doesn't prompt people to automatically think they can just sleep over. That would most likely not go over too well. However, we have not purchased a mattress. Peter is very particular about the mattress that he wants to buy so there is a lot of lying down on beds over the past few days. We shall see.

There are still many things to accomplish before she arrives but we have time. I know we will get it done!

My husband was like 10 lbs when he was born...gimme a break!

On this repeat episode of "How Can We Piss Off The Pregnant Woman", our contestants are Dumb and Dumber. Please welcome them!

I know I sound like a broken record but it seems everywhere I go I encounter what I like to call "the less intelligent" folk. I know some maternity clothing isn't as flattering as it could be and I most likely own several pieces, but that isn't really an excuse.

Last week I was again the butt of several "Wow, you're big" comments. One person told me I looked good for being 8 months pregnant. If you don't know how far along I am, please check the above ticker. The other person told me I was big. Flat out. I'm not really sure why people feel the need to say these kinds of things. I know I'm pregnant and I should embrace it. I truly do. However, that doesn't mean I'm not still self conscious of my body. I really just don't think it is appropriate. I am outspoken, loud, to the point and occasionally obnoxious, but never intentionally try to hurt someone's feelings. Especially, about their weight. Oh, and by the way, I've only gained about 10 lbs.

I called my mother to ask her what I should say next time someone so lovingly comments on my size. She was polite and told me a very politically correct response. However, I think I'll go with this one:

This is how I picture that conversation going:

Commenter: "Wow, you are big! How far along are you!?!"
Me: "Wow", you're big, too! And you're not even pregnant!"

We'll see how it goes. I have several months left on this journey so it should be interesting.

Oh, and if you are interested to see how big I actually am, scroll down. There are recent pictures.

And if you ever think you might want to comment on how big I am, please do. But only dish it out, if you can take it!

A reason to celebrate...

I finally got around to having my picture taken with my 22 week 2 day big tummy. Nothing too much to actually report. My ankles started swelling a little and she is kicking harder. Unfortunately, Peter can not feel it yet. I can't wait until he can. I've been to one bachelorette party and one wedding.

I've got two more weddings to go. It's so nice to be around so

much love. Also, the free food and dancing isn't too bad. Peter says I can have a glass of wine every now and then. It is really nice to see everyone staring at me having a glass of wine as if I was killing my unborn child. She's fine. I promise.

I started my registry at Babies R Us. It is really funny how many items they recommend but I don't really think are that necessary. Since most of my friends have already had children, they are a really big help with what to register for. They also have offered several of their gently used items to me for use. Luckily, I don't really care what color things are (as long as they aren't pink). Peter is still working on the baby's room. I'll put pictures up soon. No work has been done in weeks because he has been really busy with many other things (like taking care of me).

Check back with you soon!