*cry

I just looked back at my blog archives at my 5 week and 6 week tummy. I miss it and I think I am going to cry now.

The other day I was shopping with my friends and taking advantage of a 30% off coupon at Old Navy. Yep, Old Navy...i'm big time. I was contemplating buying this white top in size XXL. I tried it on and I was swimming in it, but it has that flowy peasant top feel so I could get away with wearing it now. I was thinking of putting it back and my friend Laura gently said, "Remember that you are going to get bigger than you can even imagine right now." Then she laughed as she recounted thinking that she bought a shirt that was big enough...only to outgrow it before her due date. OMFG I am going to be as big as a house. In the summer. Oh, and I'm over six feet tall.

Have you ever seen that movie, Deuce Bigelow, male gigilo? All I can think of is, "That's a huge bitch!"

sigh. I wonder what this pregnancy will do to my body.

When you hear....

...Caleb, what kind of person do you think of?

When you hear Jonah, what kind of person to you think of?

And when you think of Owen, what kind of person do you think of?

I like all of these names in no particular order...and Jeff tolerates them which is apparently the best I can get out of him. The only other name contribution I have from him is Mattias and Magnus. And yes he is serious. So think about it. Ponder it. Leave feedback.

Caleb Jack (Lastname)

Jonah Jacob (Lastname)

Owen Jacob (Lastname)

Thanks!

Conversation with the hubs...

I walked in front of him to sit down and watch the UFC fight last night.

"Damn Baby! Your belly is getting so big! You look so pregnant!"

Me: "I don't mind if my belly gets big, just as long as my ass doesn't get bigger."

Jeff: silence...and then, "Well sorry to break it to you, but you are pregnant so your ass is going to get bigger."

Me: "Nope!"

a few moments for me to think...then I said, "Wait...is my ass bigger already???!!!???"

Jeff: "Yeah it's bigger!"

Me: "Nooooooo!"

Maybe I should start exercising.

Nah. I'm going to embrace the cellulite. Is the the beginning of letting myself go?

Kim's first soccer game!

I have a 6 year old...and she plays soccer. See? Isn't she sweaty and cute? And HAPPY???? She chased that damn ball all over the field and I don't think the smile ever went from her face.
What a little honey...
The uniforms this year are Gray! The coach said she was disappointed in the color but I think it is really cute. The girls took a vote at the last practice and decided to be 'The Gray Dolphins'.


She is getting much better control of the ball just after a few practices...


I love that she is finally involved in team sports. I'm trying to see if I can find that competitive edge in her...

She looks so much like her father in this picture!!!


But she looks a little like my child in this one. Go Kimmy Go!

Do you like my pictures? I have my friend Laura to thank! I was a slacker Mommy and forgot my camera but she saved the day and took these plus more. I love my neighbors. They showed up and helped me cheer on my little sporty girl. I did get a 'talking to' by Kim...she said I embarrassed her because I was yelling too much. Oops! I will try not to scream like a maniac next game. At one point I was so engrossed in the game that Kennen snuck away. I didn't even realize he was gone until one of Kim's team mates kicked the ball into the goal...and hit Kennen! The ball sort of bounced off him but he thought fast and pushed the farther into the goal...not that we are keeping score. Not like we won 11-4...because this is just for fun...heh.

I've calmed down.

Okay so my panties aren't in a bind anymore over dumbass flighty Jason. He and Molly did look happy on "After the Rose part 2". I just hope that sweet Melissa finds true love where someone is ready to proclaim his love from the mountain tops...and actually mean it. And actually follow through with the actions and devotion that goes with those words.

Jeff actually gave me a guys point of view. He said, "What if they just had really bad sex?" Hmmmm. Yep. That would be a deal breaker for me, lol. I doubt it is the case though. Melissa seems like a giving girl who was ready to make Jason happy. I don't exactly get the 'cold fish' vibe from her. But maybe their personal chemistry was just not there. Hmmm.

Onto more important things...like the baby baby baby, oh baby! He is kicking me like crazy. They are still soft little taps but they warm my heart and reassure me that he is okay. Have you ever won a goldfish at a carnival? The crazy Carnie hands you your plastic bag filled with water and tightly sealed with the fish inside. Every so often the fish will swim into the side of the bag and you feel that squirmy little tap...that's what it feels like at this point. Or when you pop a bag of popcorn and you pull the bag out of the microwave and those last few kernels pop...it feels like that too.

I called the Dr. to get the results of my Nuchal Translucency scan and my bloodwork and the girl in medical records said she will just mail me a copy. Gulp. Something about how she wouldn't tell me over the phone if everything is okay or not makes me nervous. This test is for the likelyhood of my child having Downs Syndrome and a list of other syndromes that I don't even know the names of. I believe that God wont give me more than I can handle though and until there is a definitive problem, I'm not going to waste my energy feeling anxious over it. I'm anxious enough in my day to day life!

The Bachelor...*spolier*

...is the biggest douchbag in the fucking universe! Can you believe that Jason chooses Melissa...and then 6 fucking weeks later he is giving up and telling Molly that she is the one? Oh wait...you still want the other girl? The girl you DIDN'T choose? You don't want to perhaps hold out and see how it goes after 6 weeks?

Jason must have completely warped ideas about love and marriage. He is fickle and all of his crying makes me want to fucking puke! He cries over Molly. Then he gets engaged to Melissa. Then he dumps Melissa on live tv in hopes that Molly will give him another chance. Before Molly comes on the set, he cries his crocodile tears over Melissa. What a circus! I was praying that Molly would see through all of his, "This is how my heart feels" bullshit.

He didn't see her as the treasure that she is when he had her...why would she want to give herself to him again? She can't trust him not to kick her in the teeth again. He doesn't deserve her. I dunno, I suppose I am too proud to be someones second choice.

Plus...he has a kid! He keeps running these chicks in and out of Ty's life becasue of his fickle heart. Idiot. Plus being on the bachelor has given him a hugely overinflated ego. He's not that hot and he has baggage (baby mama drama). I'm not saying that a person with children is doomed to be single forever but maybe he needs to come down out of the clouds and come back to real life where 24 year old girls aren't lining up to be step moms.

Jason definitely wins doucebag of the year award.

I have cellulite on my knees and crumbs in my bra.

I think this means I'm pregnant.

Did y'all see Big Love tonight??? I don't want to ruin it for you if you have it tivo'd and have not watched it yet but dayum! My favorite sister wife had an unfortunate incident with her braid. Seriously. And Nikki! What a slut! Hmmm...oh and I miss Margenes blonde hair. I shouldn't be the only one walking around with brown roots.

That's all. I have been such a shitty ass blogger and all I ever want to talk about is the baby. The baby baby baby. The baby has been kicking me! The baby has a nice big stash of cloth diapers and nobody thinks I will be able to actually wash them. I understand their concern...you should see my laundry pile. But I must admit that even when I didn't feel like doing dishes, I always washed my breast pump and all of the bottles. I just worked around the dishes still lying in the sink from last night. :D

Speaking of dishes...I have the best little girl. I made a pot roast tonight with mashed potatoes and i was feeling all Suzy homemaker-y. Just as I was setting the table, I noticed that both my boys were sleeping! Jeff was passed out on the couch and Kennen was passed out in the recliner. I tried to wake up Jeff but he wasn't impressed with my 'Sunday dinner' and kept sleeping. Ah well. That's the great thing about having a 6 year old. She makes a great dinner companion. I pulled out the crystal wine glasses and filled them with water and lit a candle. Kimberly and I chatted over dinner and I watched her as she carefully ate her mashed potatoes without disrupting the well of gravy in the middle Sweet baby. After dinner I gave her some tupperware to clean up the serving bowls while I washed the dishes. She did a great job and even used glass cleaner on the table top to finish the job right! I just love that little girl.

Ugh, look there I go...getting all 'Mommy Blog' on you. I can't help it. Being pregnant makes me all sensitive and nesty. I love my little chicks.