I'll take the ribs with a side of...bladder

So, of course, I am not the first to mention or complain about the fact that my baby lives in my ribs...and, as a matter of fact, it hurts! Or if its not my ribs, my bladder makes for a nice target too. How about I also mention that I now wake up every hour, on the hour...can't breath...can't stand to sleep on my side any longer...can't fall back asleep...too hot...jeeze, do I live on the face of the sun...eyes won't stop itching...sneezing...so thirsty!!!! but I don't want to go all the way down stairs for water, might as well be in the desert...Jeff is snoring...should I go on...this sucks. I know I'm not alone in this, and I know in the end it's all worth it, and I should mention that it's not all bad, but maybe I'll sleep better having vented about it.

Funny Hubby

So, I am getting far enough along in my pregnancy that I feel this little monster kick, move, poke, jab, roll, and all sorts of other things that feel crazy and leave me completely clueless as to what he's doing in there...all the time. Sometimes it's such an odd feeling or such a strong kick that of course my first instinct is..."oh my gosh, baby, you have got to feel this!" But Jeff's response, to me, is even crazier...it is one of hesitation. Now I'm sure anyone would agree with me in thinking that a soon-to-be dad would be anxious to feel his little baby kick (or whatever it is that he's doing:) but not my hubby...he's scared, lol. The few times that I've happened to be laying aside him to put his hand on my belly in time for a kick, he's gotten freaked out and pulled his hand back. Now don't get me wrong, he also smiles and seems excited, but definitely freaked is a word to describe him too. This, of course, is very humorous to me. I tell him..."it's YOUR baby, it's not like it's a stranger," but he is still very hesitant when it comes to feeling the baby move. I guess I'll just have to settle with having Colten all to myself for the time being, which is fine with me:)

An ode to Missie

I have a confession...I have blog envy. Actually, I have created my own blog (ta~dah) in the hopes that I would be able to capture my life's events as poignantly as my dear friend Missie Rose. I have gotten such enjoyment in browsing her blogs that I couldn't help but want to create my own. After all, with a little one on the way, I know there will be tons of stuff worthy (or not) of commemorating in a blog that I could look back on and enjoy reading some day. But let me leave you with a little word of warning before I begin...I cannot ensure consistency or longevity in my blog writing... take it from the umpteen diaries I started as a girl who never saw there pages even half full.