It's a baby!

It's a baby!

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Different Stuff So Far

Standing Up
Getting up is becoming a new adventure every day! Getting off the couch? Forget it, it takes several moments of flopping about followed by rolling over onto the floor to even get off the dang thing. From there I have to do some fancy yoga moves to get myself upright. Remedy? Go buy a recliner that half propels me to my feet. Problem solved right? Not quite. It turns out that the new recliner is a cat magnet. They don't want anything to do with any other item in the room - especially if I'm sitting on it. So, the problem is that if there are cats on the chair when I need to get up (and there's always at least one) they are also propelled off the couch into the air. Poor things. I try to give them a warning, but when a pregnant lady needs to use the potty, there's really only a small window for success, so they get one nudge and then it's air time.

What's that? Yeah, so there isn't really any of that happening - at least on my side of the bed. I wake up about every 30 minutes and then spend 10 - 15 minutes going back to sleep. This continues for 3 hours and then it's all over. I just have to get up and occupy myself for at least 3 hours before trying again. Caution: Anyone advising me to try Chamomile tea will be hunted down and have a cat propelled at them. Fortunately for me, once or twice a week I actually get a full 8 hours of  sleeping for 30 minutes and then being awake for 10 - 15. This makes it so I don't actually follow through on the urges to run people over with my car when they do something deserving of it.

All that being said, I do actually have one tried and true method of falling to sleep, and that is my Shadowcat. If I can convince her to sleep next to my head, but not on it, I will conk right out. The purring she gets up to is epic and will put me down like a brick to the head (except nicer). Unfortunately, I can't have her every night because I have to leave the door open to allow for potty breaks which means that our kitten - who is very nocturnal - gets up to wacky hijinks with everything in the room that he can conceivably chase/pounce/put in his mouth. So, I only get my purr-bot sleep remedy once or twice a week when the kitten is willing to sleep too. Otherwise they all stay outside the bedroom.

All of this, I believe, is really just to prepare me for learning how to function on no sleep. Let the good times roll.

Definitely gaining more weight now than before. My love for cake has returned with a passion. Many people tell me to enjoy it while I can since I have an excuse and, for the most part, I am, but I don't think you people realize exactly how much cake I can take down in a day. (For those of you at home, the definition of cake - to me - is anything sweet that can be baked. This includes cookies, brownies, cake, muffins, and so on...) About a year before I got pregnant, I went on Weight Watchers and lost 50 lbs so that I could have any easier time with this pregnancy, which turned out to be a very good idea. Mostly that entailed not eating cake all day long and exercising a bit. Now that I am off the program (can't diet whilst pregnant) and I no longer have serious food aversions to everything, I have turned into the freakin' cookie monster! Now, I'm not a horrible mother. I make sure that the fuzzlet gets healthy noms before I fill up on cake, but at this point, I do believe that I will be right about back where I started a year and a half ago.

Now, with all that being said, I don't freaking care! I love cake right now, it sings to me like a forbidden lover to a teenaged girl and I WANT it. So I have it. But my goal now, as of this very day, is to have only one caky thing a day. This way maybe I won't look like the Stay Puffed Marshmallow Man by the end of this whole endeavor.

Saturday, February 11, 2012


I've just made one Girl Scout a very happy little girl. About an hour ago as I was preparing to eat some fruit salad I realized that what I really needed was a doughnut. I needed one bad enough to slap someone for it. So I informed my dear husband that we had to go to Atkins Farms, like, pronto. So we went. These are the results:

1 piece of white cake with white frosting
2 rocky-road brownies
1 bag of cider doughnuts
1 chocolate doughnut with chocolate frosting
1 honey dip doughnut
4 nectarines
1 box of clemetines
1 pint of strawberries
1 turkey sandwich

This was just the stuff I got for me, though I imagine that Dan will help out a bit in the doughnut department. As we were leaving there was a blessed little angel sitting outside selling Girl Scout cookies which I have been gagging for for months so I got:

2 boxes of Thin Mints
2 boxes of Samoas
1 box of Dosidos
1 box of Tagalongs

I thought it was interesting that rather than getting weird looks from people (I was pretty adamant about my needs at the bakery department) all I got were smiles and kindness. I guess when you have a baby bump you can do all sorts of things and have society just smile at you. I'm going to miss that. Especially the ability to order Dan to drive with me to the store for massive amounts of cakey-type things.

P.S. As soon as I got home I ate 1 clementine and then decided that I didn't really need all that other stuff just right now after all.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Thank God for Good Men

I'm home early today after less than 3 hours of rather unproductive work because I have already cried my eyes out 3 times over how much I already love my son, almost screamed from anger at stupid vendors (so not me) and had several dizzy spells that sent me to the floor over and over again. All I want now is to curl up and snuggle with my Honey Bear and my Shadow, but he's continuing to work hard so that I can go home and have a small meltdown. He's a good bear. At least I have my wonderful grey-cat sitting right beside me as I type, ready to fill my lap with purrs the second I get off the computer. And just to be clear, this isn't a call for help to my RL peoples to come over/call - that is unless you want me to yell at you over nothing and then sob an apology into your shoulder/receiver. This is just me documenting the joys of being a mom. Man, I love this little boy.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Ninja Boy

Today the fuzzlet has been insanely active, but for a change, so have I. Woot. This is a big breakthrough for me since up until today, whenever he has been kicking like an action movie hero, I have been about as active as a bar of soap. Today he was so excitable that he kicked my massage therapist in the thumb when she was working near my abdomen. At this rate, I'm fairly certain that our dreams of him becoming a space ninja will come true.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

I'm a Gundam!

According to my dear friend Charlotte, anyway. For those of you who didn't spend your college years believing that sleep was for the weak and that if only you watched a little more anime, fairies would appear from space and give you the inspiration to finish the last 5 pages of your final in biology due in only 10 hours, a Gundam is a mechanical suit of armor that a small soldier boy or girl can fit inside of and drive into battle - for great justice. A few days ago I told Char that I wasn't feeling in control of my actions that day. She responded by telling me that she knew exactly who was driving, considering the amount of cookies I had just shoved into my face and that I was totally little Fuzzbutton's Gundam. This made me very happy and suddenly the bad mood was gone, so I spent the rest of the day pretending that I was a miniature mobile suit of armor lumbering around my house doing the bidding of my pilot.

Friday, February 3, 2012


Many people come up with adorable nicknames for their unborn children, including us. So far I've heard Little Bean, Meatball, Sprout, Monkey, Batman, Little One, Tiger and the list goes on. So far Dan and I have been calling ours Fuzzbutton or Fuzzling because I already have 3 absolutely gorgeous, precocious hilarious children that are my fur babies. I see no reason to think that, just because this one is technically going to be human, I need to think of him as my first because really, he's going to be the 6th child that Dan and I have had together. Yes, yes, I know it'll be different, and much more complicated, but let's face it guys, you know I'm going to raise this one to be a cat too.

Anyway, up until quite recently, Dan and I were perfectly content to call our new little guy Fuzzling until he came out and we had to 'fess up to what his 'real' name was going to be. Then we saw the second to last episode of Doctor Who which featured a baby named Stormageddon. Since then, we have both been calling him either that or diminutives like Stormy or Storms which - don't get me wrong those names are totally freakin' awesome - but jeeze! Every cat I have ever named has almost completely conformed to the names they were given. Charms was the most dashing gentleman anyone could ever wish to meet, Shadowcat follows me literally everywhere I go (she's sitting on my ever-shrinking lap as I type) and Hime (nihongo for princess) is the most spoiled, entitled girl in the history of cat-hood. So I am currently trying to resist Stormageddon because it invokes images in my mind of never sleeping again due to a very noisy boy. However, deep in my heart of hearts, I think that being able to tell my son his nickname was Stormageddon when he was little is the coolest thing that has happened anywhere, ever.

In the Beginning...

I didn't want to blog about my experiences whilst being pregnant. First, because I didn't want to alienate my FB friends with the minutia of my daily life. Second, any time I have ever felt as though I HAD to write/draw/create anything at all, I've tended to find it not fun even a little and then quit. However, lately I have had many things I've wanted to write about regarding the new little man in my life (yes, he's here right now affecting my life, so in my mind he's already here.) and all of the ladies on the Bump, not to mention an RL friend seem to be enjoying it immensely, so there you go, today I make my attempt at blogginess. I may post often or never again, but for those of you who are interested, feel free to read whatever it is that I put here involving me being pregnant.