Flutters or Gas?

Nothing majorly exciting has happened since I last blogged. Last weekend we took the girl children to Sea World. We still haven't told Bill's girls that I'm knocked up. Luckily the smaller of the girl children was too small to ride the rides, and too scared to ride the ones she could so I had an excuse to sit out. Being a roller coaster LOVER it was really tough for me to not hop on the new Mantra. But if you've ever seen the ride, they dangle you face down, and between my gigantuous pregnant boobs and my starting to flop out belly it wouldn't have been comfortable even if it were safe. Which it were not. (I did bad grammar on purpose)

Hannah and I stopped at Target today so I could get a notebook to do some dumb class project. We hit the Starbucks counter on the way out. I have NOT had Starbucks since I fould out I was pregnant and I think that's pretty good for me. So I gave in and got my favorite venti caramel macchiato with extra caramel. You can flog me for it later. I drank them many times a week when I was pregnant with Hannah and she turned out just...well...you know how she is. LOL. Anyhow...yesterday I thought I had felt a little flutter, like the baby kind of flutter. They say most moms will start feeling them between 16-18 weeks. I'll be 15 weeks on Sunday. And they say that moms who have been moms before will feel them sooner. But it took me by suprise and didn't happen again.

Well...I think the coffee got the little sea otter kicking. I felt it again today, and have a few times more. It could be gas, but technically being pregnant, all your gassy making parts get shoved to the back of your body. This fluttering definitely is happening in the front right between my belly button and pelvis. Which is wear jr. sea otter should be camped out. So I will choose to believe this is caffiene induced baby fluttering. Fun!

Other fun things have been happening. Lately I've been backed up like the customer service line at Wal-Mart the day after Christmas. That makes me happy. Eventually something comes out though and coffee seems to help so I'm not really worried about it. Told ya this would be TMI!

In addition to that I seem to have lost my stomach. I know I wasn't in the best of shape coming into this whole thing. It's inevitable that I'll grow into a whale, much like the ones we visited at Sea World last weekend, before this whole thing is over. I'm not going to TRY to get fat, but I'm just being realistic here. So it's no suprise to me that I can't fit into anything anymore. I can't suck my fat in. Therefore I have to assume that since I have not yet gained a single pound that the fat is being pushed out by the baby. Isn't that nice of the little sea otter to share my fat with the rest of the world? Thanks!

Bill keeps telling me I'm not "that pregnant" yet, but hey...I'm on my third here. Those belly muscles give up and jump ship after the second...or so I've heard. So I don't think it's that ridiculous that at almost 15 weeks I'm starting to flop out a little. I kind of like it, and heck...I'm not going to get any smaller anytime soon so what does it hurt?

Things are going well though, I'm definitely much less tired, my appetite is starting to switch from almost non-exsistent to starving all the time (lord help me), and I'm not sick anymore, and I only have to get up ONCE in the middle of the night to pee. It's funny...I think Bill is having sympathy pees because he has to get up too..hahaha!

I have a doctors appointment next Friday, so I'll eventually update you all on how that goes. I should get to schedule my gender determining ultrasound then too! Yipee!!

Attack of the killer boobs!

Over the next few months you may experience little twinges of "TMI" (Too Much Information) overloads by reading my blog. You've been warned in advance.

After what seemed like an impossibly long amount of time of me feeling like crap, being exhausted all freaking day long, and having all day morning sickness that flared up the most in the evenings, although it was only about two months in all reality, but that SEEMED like forever! Oh my point...I feel better! I don't want to jinx myself or anything but for the last couple of days I have felt mostly normal. My appetite is still small which is probably good and will save me from blowing up like a whale...for now. If I do try to eat too much I get to enjoy the flavor of it for hours after as I burp it up. Yum!

I woke up today with almost a sense of euphoria. I'm officially 13 weeks along as of yesterday. I had the hubbie take me to the mall so I could get my first pair of maternity jeans from Motherhood Maternity. They only had one kind in a long size, but that didn't matter to me. I tried on the jeans and almost cried. Those things would feel great even if you WEREN'T pregnant! Why don't normal jeans feel like this? Get rid of the uncomfortalble waists that make your little muffing tops flop over the tops of your jeans and give us all full panel stretchy material all the way around!! So yes...this small purchase made me very happy. Bill said I should have bought two pairs, but knowing I'll get HUGE I'm waiting until I get bigger to see if they come out with a new style in a couple of months when I actually get my belly and am not just feeling bloated.

Next stop on my shopping spree?? Victoria's Secret! My favorite thing to get in the mail is the free panty cards they send out. If I'm lucky, I get my sisters free panty card too because they still go to my parents house from time to time. Double panty bonus!! But don't tell her...shhhh. So I stopped by Vic's Secret intending on just getting my free panties, but got sidetracked by the bras. I had JUST used one of those free panty cards with the $10 off a new bra not too long ago to buy a new smaller bra because I had lost 10 pounds. That bra no longer fit so I was back in my old one that looked like a thrift store reject and was killing me, and I decided that after all my years of bra wearing I now hated underwire bras. So I bought a new bra too!

The skinny cute little 12 year old working there informed me that they didn't have my size in the NON murderous underwire style that I wanted and suggested I go BIGGER so I had room to grow. Obviously anorexic Annie didn't know that no one wants to buy a bigger anything. So I took the size she suggested and a smaller one. I wish that I had thought to bring a video camera along for this because it was truly entertaining. Being the stubborn person that I am I tried to smoosh into the smaller bra. The bra laughed at me and then spit my boobs back out at me. Mind you this was a 36D bra. Not happening. So I tried on the bigger one and darn it if bulemic Betty wasn't right! It fit loosely but in a comfy way that said "Look! I have extra room for your boobies to grow into me! Aren't they going to be amazing! They'll get huge and together we'll take over the world!"

So I got the crazy huge talking bra and my free panties and there was much rejoicing.

I've also gotten a couple tops from Target and a sweater even though it's still freaking hot in Florida, but the sweater was comfy...and brown...and you know how I loves me some earth tones. I don't really need maternity clothes yet, and still I do. I'm not looking pregnant, just fatter than I already did which THRILLS me to no end. But I know it'll be coming soon.

Hannah is really excited. I was worried she might be jealous but she is full on board with this, more ready to shop than I am, ready to start picking out names. She thinks that if it's a girl it should be Hannah too because I told her that Hannah was my favorite girl name. Hopefully she'll be able to come to the ultrasound at 20 weeks too because she really is very curious about how this all works. Although it is unerrving how she keeps staring at my belly waiting for it to grow.

Anyhooo I'm definitely starting to get excited a little bit and hope that this couple days of feeling better lasts. Aside from a little belly ache as it stretches I'm feeling good. As long as I remember I can't eat a pound of food at at time I may be able to keep the heartburn in check and I guess I'll just graze like a little pregnant cow for the next few months.