I'm having an affair...

On my blog... with Pinterest. Let me rewind a bit... my computer blew up about a year and a 1/2 ago. Then my MIL gave us her old computer, but then our modem blew up (shit blows up all over my house apparently) then I got knocked up, puked for 5 months, and then had a baby which resulted in a big blog hiatus. Then, my amazing Momma bought me a laptop for Christmas. Amazing. Then, my hubseroni got us a new modem and a wireless router, so I can Internet all over the house. Woo-woo! So, in my head, I've written several blog entries and they were great, I might dare to say awesome really, buuuuttttttt, then I was introduced to Pinterest, which has really opened up a lot of doors and I keep finding more and more treasures on the internet. If you haven't visited, check it out, and if you need an invite, let me know, and if you already have it, you should be my friend so I can steal all of your really tasty recipes you find. Like this chocolate chip, oreo, brownie monstrosity!: http://pinterest.com/pin/30328997460328554/ I mean, seriously, that probably has 8 gazillion calories, but I really think it's worth it...

Im a Mommy-Blogger now!

My precious little angel is now 3 months old. I know, crazy, right? She is absolutely amazing. She started sleeping through the night when she was 3 weeks old. I know, you're totally jealous. Don't worry, I'm guessing the next baby will be a holy terror. She did have a bout with colic, which sucked and kept me up til midnight for about 4 weeks, but a change in formula did the trick (and maybe a little of me learning how to sooth her while she screamed like a banshee).

I can't believe how much I love her. I mean, head over heels. I know people told me that before I got pregnant, but I didn't really believe them.

I know this is vain, but I'm also so excited that she is such a pretty baby. I've been known to make fun of ugly babies and I was worried that karma would smite me, but I'm safe. I do think I should reform my ways before Mr. Karma catches up to me. I wish that I got paid a dollar for every compliment she rakes in. But who wants to just take my word for it, when I can leave you with a picture to judge for yourself?

Sooo... I had a baby.

Alicyn Catherine was born September 7 at 4:57pm. But first, let's back up to September 1. I had an ultrasound that day and then I saw my doctor. The ultrasound measured her at 10 lbs, 10 oz! The doctor said, "okay, we have some options." He explained that he didn't think she was that big, but because of my size, it was hard to get an accurate measurement and ultrasounds tend to be off a pound or so in either direction. He said he also didn't believe that she was that big. He felt she was probably closer to 8.5-9lbs. So, we could try and deliver vaginally and risk that she was big and possibly get stuck (and jack my girly bits up in the process) or we could schedule a c-section. The catch though... because of my pudge, I would have a much higher chance of getting an infection. After a lot of contemplation (and crying) I decided that I just couldn't risk doing anything that could hurt or even kill her. I was willing to sacrifice my own well-being for her. So we scheduled the c-section for September 7 at 1pm. We got to the hospital at 11 and they started prep, but told me that I would be pushed back because of emergency c-sections that day, so the clock rolled around to 3:45 and they where finally wheeling me back the hallway. They got me all ready, gave me the spinal, (which was amazing, I must add!), brought in C and started. It was a weird feeling. I could feel the doctor pull her our of my ribs and I could feel myself deflate, but it didn't hurt. Then I could heard the nurse say, "I see a lot of hair!" and then I heard the doctor saying, "That's a big baby! That's a big baby!" Then I heard crying erupt in the OR and I lost it and started to cry. The doctor said to the nurse, "is she crying?" and he peeked over the curtain and said, "What's the matter, dear?" I sniffed and said, "I've been waiting since New Years Day to hear that!" Then I heard the nurse say, "10, 9! 21 inches!" and I was like, "Holy Crap!" After that, things started to get fuzzy. I was starting to doze off and I was watching my pressure drop on the monitor. C kept tapping me of the head, saying "wake-up."

Finally, they got me closed and took me back to recovery where I finally got to hold my baby. My mom told me that I kept telling her, "I can't believe that was in me... I grew her." We were in the hospital for 4 days and we've been doing great. I've been moving around really well with my c-section, with only some mild separation of the incision on one side, but a week in and there is no infection. The baby lost some weight in the hospital, enough to be concerned, but she is back up to 10lbs, 5 oz. They said she has enough to spare. :-)

Still pregnant...

I'm still here. Still preggo. Very preggo. The top picture was taken last week around 36.5 weeks and the second one was about 34 weeks. Today is 38 weeks, so Baby Girl can come whenever she likes now! Hopefully, she'd like to come sooner rather than later!

This is like one of those amusement park rides...

you know, the ones that make you go, "please. stop. I want to get off!" Yup, that's pregnancy. Some days, it's not so bad. It's like a gentle train ride and I almost "forget" that I'm pregnant. Then there are those days that are like a rollercoaster that shoots you our of the gate at 95 mph and up an 85* incline into a loop and corkscrew, but it's okay, because the centrifical force is holding you in place. Those days involve waking up every hour to pee and being so exhausted the next day that you feel tears whelling up in your eyes if your boss even looks at you funny. Then you end up bursting into tears because you forget the cat food and have to feed them dog food which confuses them and oh my god, I can't even take care of the cats right and I'm going to have a baby. WTF was I thinking? Then there is looking for your keys for 20 minutes when they are hanging on the key hook where they belong. Then there was the day that I was telling C that my crotch hurt so bad and he thought he'd be funny and go "awww, does your crotch-crotch hurt? awwww, does it? does it?" and I punched him in the balls and asked him how it felt. 8 more weeks, folks. 8 more weeks.

Holy third trimester!

Today is my last day of my second trimester. Holy cow. Guess what Baby Girl's room looks like? It looks like an office/storage room where the cats hang out. Guess what I have for her? A stroller and about 90 outfits that my mom and I have gathered up at yard sales. My friend is also pregnant and is 12 days behind me and she has her Baby Boy's room finished. Decorated. Crib set up... At the rate I'm going, I'm going to have to keep her in my uterus until she's three...

Oh, I wonder...

Me: I invited Peanut to come into the delivery room. She can videotape.

C: Why do you get to invite someone and I dont?!?!?!

Me: Dude, when YOU crap out an 8lb turd, you can invite whoever YOU want.

C: I'm calling the Mythbusters and then I'm getting that thing mounted.

Is this really what i have to deal with? lol