I Like My Pregnant Body...Did I Really Just Say That?

Yes I did and I'm sorry. I just read Jaimie's post and almost reconsidered writing this tonight but clearly I'm feeling the need to make some enemies. Let me first explain myself and maybe you'll come back to my blog someday.

During pregnancy is the only time in my life when I've been called "tiny" or "cute". And don't start rolling your eyes thinking I'm going to complain about being fat because I in no way think I'm fat. I have a pretty healthy body image but despite that I think I'll always consider myself as "big". Probably because I really was "big". I basically did most of my growing between ages 10-13. At 11 I was already 5'5" and over 100lbs. Looking back I can see I was tall and "skinny" but when you're at lest 20 lbs heavier than the other girls your age you don't feel skinny. I distinctly remember sitting at the lunch table in 5th grade and all these "little" girls saying how much they weighed. They weighed liked 80lbs.. By 7th grade I was full size, 5'8". I'm not complaining about being tall as a kid and sometimes I wish I hadn't stopped growing so early on, but it's definitely the reason I'll always consider myself as "big".

Anyway, it turns out this long torso is good for something -hiding babies. It doesn't hide them quite like it used to but I can't complain (although from time to time you might hear me doing just that). So yes, I like my pregnant body because it makes me feel "small". I swear the belly makes my hips and legs look smaller -if not to anyone else, at least to me.

Yes my back hurts, my organs are jumbled up, my digestive system is wacked, I can't sleep, I spend 1/4 of my waking minutes in the bathroom (I intend to get the real numbers on this one. I'll let you know what I find), I have a future UFC fighter in my uterus, my husband stinks, nothing tastes as good and I have varicose veins in unmentionable locations (not sure why I felt the need for FULL disclosure, sorry). BUT, sometimes people call me "tiny" and my belly "cute", and that's nice.

*Duncan kissing Finlay, taken by Sabrina

*Green sweater -Jimmy ordered this green J.Crew sweater for me as surprise for Valentine's Day one year. You'll notice I'm also wearing it in our out of date family pictures. He did well.

Camping. Oh My.

Jimmy and I shocked ourselves by actually doing something we have talked about doing for quite some time. We went camping. You see, we have never been camping with the boys. We've only been camping once together and it was a ward campout. This was a totally new experience for us. We purposely didn't invite anyone else because this was our "trial run". We knew this was something we had to do on our own. So, just like that a spot was booked, work was taken off, gear was borrowed, a list was made and off we went only to made a dreadful realization about 40 minutes into the drive. I forgot Fin's binky. Jimmy suggested we just go without and then I suggested we just drive off a cliff instead, but fortunately we came to our senses and stopped at a grocery store. Little did we know that this would be the first of a long list of things we "forgot". Forgot meaning that it didn't even cross our minds to bring. Lets just say, the fact that we ate anything was a miracle. But despite the set backs we all had A LOT of fun and agreed that we MUST do it again! We now get it. Camping is a skill. It takes practice, so if we're going to get good at it we have to keep trying, right? Anyway, here are some pics from the I-phone. Yep you guessed it, but we didn't actually forget the camera, just the memory card.

And a list I made as soon as we were on our way back. I'm ashamed to admit it was 9:30am Saturday morning. We didn't have to check out until noon.

NEXT TIME LIST

-soap

-towel

-skillet

-pancake flipper

-pot (2)

-lots more firewood

-pam/butter

-beanies and gloves

-thinner layers for sleeping

-air mattress

-bigger tent

-table cloth

-rope

-mixing bowls

-friends

*yes, cooking without some of these items was quite an adventure.

This is Green Valley Falls. We used to come here when I was little. In fact, there are pictures of me about Fin's age playing in these falls.

And We Have A Winner!

The battle between boobs and belly is now decided with belly taking a commanding lead. But, in about 4 months boobs will make their painful comeback. Something to look forward to and dread all at the same time.

Sticking With What You Know

I'll take one more of those, please!! Yes, it's another boy and I'm just hoping my heart's big enough. Little boys sure know how to love =)

*does anyone else have a child that looks nothing like them? Here's mine.

White Genes Before Easter

So thanks to grandparents on both sides, I'm now 30 and every time I look in the mirror all I see are my squirrely white hairs poking out everywhere. I've been noticing whites for years, but now it's safe to say that I'm "going gray" or white -hopefully. To prove my point, Jimmy was so lovingly plucking out my white hairs -yes, I still have the habit of pulling out my hair. For some reason I love the feel of individual little hairs being yanked from my head (sorry -maybe TMI). Anyway, after we had accumulated quite a few he said, "I have to stop now or else we'll be here all night."

So now I'm faced with the question of what to do about it. I've dyed my hair once in my life. Am I now destined to a life of smelly boxed chemicals and expensive salon visits? Or do I just go with the flow and let them grow? Duncan would be so proud of that rhyme. Oh, and speaking of Duncan, for some reason we were talking about my white hairs and he told me that it's because I don't have enough melanin. I guess 4 year olds who ask their grandmas to read them kid encyclopedias know that kind of stuff.

So my question is -what will you do? My decision just might be affected by knowing what the rest of the old ladies are going to be looking like. =) I do, however, know one thing for sure. If at 70, I can have beautiful white hair like my Grandma had, I'll take it! But what about the 40 transitional years before? Do I dye, dye, dye and then just stop at some point? And at what point?

Ok...I just had to laugh after reading all that. It appears I also inherited my grandma's worry gene. Sorry. To make up for it, enjoy some pictures.

First, click to enlarge and you'll have your proof.

Second, Finlay trying to put on a shirt. And what is that face?
Third, Duncan's occasional T.V. watching position. Bendy boy.

* I looked it up. Pulling my hair out has nothing to do with going gray.

I Guess That Was an Announcement

I didn't really mean for that to be an announcement. Honestly, between this, facebook and myfamily.com, I can't keep track of what I've said and to whom. I'm almost 18 weeks (you know it's your third when you have to look up the pregnancy calculator on line to find out how far along you are). We have our big ultrasound scheduled for April 6th. I have no maternal intuition hinting at a gender. We'll just leave that to the professionals. The first trimester was pretty sucky. I wanted to virtually complain as much as I was actually complaining to Jimmy but the poor guy got it all. I'm still a bit more tired than I need to be, considering I'm not the most energetic person brez dojencka in mojem trebuhu (for some reason that last part came to me in Slovene and considering how rarely that happens to me, I had to go with it). I just make sure to keep my TO DO LIST manageable and nap when I can. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like with coffee? Think of everything I could get done! But of course, it really is healthier to listen to my body and learn to live with a little mess, right? Speaking of mess, there's a really gross one waiting for me in the car.

My Brown Eyed Boys

This picture made me wonder if this blue eyed mommy will have another brown eyed boy?? 2 more weeks and we'll have a bit more info =) Pretty sure we'll have to wait a bit longer for the eye color, though.

*I just made a huge mistake. I made this picture the display on the computer. Just what I need, more incentive to open the laptop.