I'm not super excited to be pregnant anymore. I'm tired...I feel like this kid is already about 8 pounds and it doesn't help that he seems to want out as much as I want him to get out. With Ayris and Asher, I remember being uncomfortable with all of their activities on the inside but they rarely were able to make me flinch in pain. This guy seems to seek out random organs and push on them so hard it's painful. Couple that with the fact that I'm pretty sure my entire pelvic girdle could just slide out at any time (if that were possible...I know it's not but it sure feels like it could) and the fact that just rolling from my left to my right side induces all out panting as though I had just worked out for 20 minutes...I'm just kind of over it...and done. LUCKILY, we're almost in April...which means that I only have a good 4 weeks to go before I can start my whining/crying about how my baby has something against me for not getting the heck out of there. I was thinking back to when I was pregnant with Ayris...right around 37 weeks, I found myself crying at my desk on multiple occasions because I thought she was punishing me by staying in there...and I have a friend on facebook who two weekends ago was saying the baby could come any day now and that she figured she'd come that weekend...I never ended up seeing any pictures, so I went to her page and saw that she was only 38 weeks! And here I thought she was at 40 since she was assuming the baby would just come...I think what ruins it for us women whose children seem to think our uterus's are the best things on the planet, are the women who go into labor 3 weeks early with their babies. We get in the mindset that if it can happen to them, it should happen to us...and obviously, I don't think too many pregnant women are in their right mind towards the end...None the less, I feel like in 4 weeks, I can really kick my complaining into gear (lucky Chris! =) and hopefully just talk this little BIG man into making his appearance early. I'd really like to NOT induce at 39 weeks...but in order for that to happen, I need him to decide on his own that he's coming early. That is an interesting fact in itself...it's not the mom's body that decides when to start labor...it's the baby...he/she will send out a signal to start labor...I think that's pretty cool (and cruel at the same time).
Anyway, enough of my complaining. He'll be here in no time and then I'll be wanting to put him back in so my nightly wakings consist of 4, 30 second trips to he bathroom! On to the pictures...I LOVE the colors in this first one...it makes me happy...along with this weather lately!
Here are some shots of Ayris...before and after her little mini facial...
I was trying to get some good shots of the two of them so I could update the main blog picture that is along the top...but unfortunately, Asher is not into taking pictures lately...
Some of these are blurry but I still thought they were cute...
This is Asher "fixing" the bed with his syringe...We got a bunch of syringes when we filled Ayris' antibiotics for her toe and I'm pretty sure Asher has had a syringe in his hand ever since...it's his new favorite thing right now
Ayris took this picture of me...I want you to notice that when laying on my side, my nonexistent boobs are now starting to touch...and it's disgusting. I don't know how women (especially the women in my family who have ridiculously huge boobs) live with those things. I go to bed in a tank top and Chris' boxers and I sweat at night (meanwhile Chris still suits up like an Eskimo at night...he even went downstairs to sleep on Saturday because it was "too cold" in our room)...now that these disgusting things are touching and my only option is to lay on my side, I now have a sweat streak right down the middle of my boobs at night...GROSS!!! Thank goodness they don't touch at any other time aside from laying down...although, another crazy thing happened a month or more back...I was about to get into the shower but decided to go pee first...as I was going, I decided to lean down and pick something up off the floor and freaked myself out thinking there was a spider on my stomach...no, it was just my yuck bigger boob coming in contact with my overgrown belly...that grossed me out too...can you tell I'm not into boobs? I mean, if other people have them, that's fine...but I'd rather not have them myself! At least nothing bigger than an A.
Okay, this next picture is SUPER hot, I know...but I'm posting it because I have decided that going forward, I will be letting Asher take all of my pregnancy photos! I was editing photos on the couch when he picked up my point and shoot camera and took random shots...when I was going through them later, I saw these and noticed that he actually made my big fat self look slightly on the thin side...obviously it was the angle and how my shirt/arms were laying but still...I like it!
He even managed to make my fingers look thin...
Okay, and to recap...the picture below is at 23 weeks I believe? That's when I posted it on the blog anyway...
P.S. Right as I was posting this, I looked over at Ayris and she was pinching her "boobies" because she wanted them to grow bigger like mine...and I asked her if she wanted them like mine or like Grandma Sooner's...and she said Grandma Sooners because she likes how they "hang" and how BIG and CUTE they are. Obviously we're not on board with the same boob philosophy...but there you go Grandma Sooner...as gross as I might think they are, Ayris thinks they're cute...and by the way, she'd like for you to come over and show them to her so she can see if they've grown--no kidding. She just told me that. Feel free to just show her next time she's at your house =)
You're lookin' great!!
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