I keep coming up with posts

at around 1 am when I can't sleep, and then by the time I get to the computer, I can't remember what the heck I was thinking.

I have officially reached the stage of the pregnancy where you can't find a comfortable position in bed. I am now OFFICIALLY in the THIRD trimester.into my 27th week people. In some respects I am so happy, because it means that the seemingly endless nausea will actually end sometime soon (yessss, I'm still puking). However, I feel cheated. I really haven't enjoyed this pregnancy yet. When I was pregnant with T, I had the morning sickness till about 19 weeks. But I remember (because I wrote it down, hehe) starting to enjoy being pregnant around 17 weeks, and that really didn't end until about a week before he was born, when my hips hurt so bad I couldn't move. In other words, I relished being pregnant. I loved it. I would stay awake, enjoying the movement. I loved the bumps and pushes, they were so life affirming. But of course, I was off work, and could sleep whenever I wanted.

This time, most of the movements either hurt (what the heck ARE YOU DOING IN THERE baby?) or make me REALLY nauseated. The nausea is terrible, it's hard to concentrate or function, and not being able to sleep at night is seriously cramping my ability to parent T effectively. I think it is safe to say, I am not enjoying being pregnant. I am incredibly happy that I am, and grateful that I am, can't wait to actually see the baby and hold it. But the actually being pregnat is really tough this time. I got to the point the other day that I was trying to come up with the most convincing argument I could for my doctor to get the baby out of me as soon as possible. Until I was reminded that even babies born at 37 weeks can be underdeveloped, and to wait as long as possible is the best for baby. However, I WANT IT OUT. NOW. I wanna stop puking. I wanna enjoy being pregnant, just for 5 minutes.

I WANNA I WANNA I WANNA.

Okay, whine over now.

Just because you can

Doesn't mean you should. I found out earlier today that a few of pairs of prepregnancy pants can actually still fit. Does this mean I was really fat before I got pregnant, or that they're just so low rise that my belly fits overtop, and my hips haven't changed??? I REALLY hope it's the latter!!! I put on one of the said pairs of pants, and intended on going out in them. Until I looked in the mirror, and realized that they didn't look great, and just because they fit was no reason to actually wear them. I AM pregnant for god's sake, and need to remember that! I would've just looked like I was trying to pretend that I wasn't, and my body hadn't changed.

Oh, and TJ's sick. I'm not surprised, I just finished telling a friend of mine it had been quite a while, and b/c he spends at least one day a week with his cousin, who is exposed to a school full of germs, I was surprised he hadn't been sick in a long time. Then comes yesterday morning. He's coughing. He has a runny nose. And by yesterday afternoon, he had a fever. His eyes are red and puffy, he's now learned how to blow his own nose into a tissue (go baby - he is only just 2 1/2!!) and he wants his blanky 24/7. Poor kid, I had to drag him to Wal-mart to look for contact solution and Benadryl for him.

That's a whole other post - I can't find my damn contact solution anywhere. I'm just about to email the company. I've used it for years and years, and all of a sudden, I can't find it anywhere. It's the only solution that doesn't burn and make my eyes itchy. I sure as hell hope there's enough left in the bottle for tonight. EEEK.

Oh Happy Day for me

It's my birthday today, and much like my sister(Wonderings from the Wack), it's an okay one. I had my 25 week prenatal today, and though the doc liked the ultrasound etc, he doesn't like that I'm still puking, and wants to do blood tests to check my kidney function. Okay, so I don't like that I'm still puking either, but WTF???? It freaked me out a little. At the same time I have to do that bloody one hour glucose fasting test as well. I hate that stuff you have to drink, and last time (with DS) it made me feel puky even though I didn't have the morning sickness at the time. I broke a hell of a lot of blood vessels in my face last night with my throwing up. I had layers of foundation on this morning, and my Doc still saw them. On the other hand though, DS was finally okay with going to the doctor with me, didn't whimper once. YAY. Considering the crap he had to go through, and the number of doctor's visits he had to endure when he was younger, he grew a bit of a phobia of the doctors. So this was a big step.
I have to meet with the OB/Gyn soon as well, b/c I had a C-Section last time, so we'll see how that goes. At this point, I want this pregnancy over with already. I am so tired of throwing up and feeling crappy all the time. AHHHHH. It was my choice to get pregnant though, so I have no one else to blame. Except DH! Poor guy, usually gets all the blame for everything!

How is it that

I completely did not remember how freakishly short Elvis Stojko is? Okay, maybe in all fairness he's just gotten stalkier. Is that a word? Anyway, I have seen him skate in person before, my MIL took me to the Worlds in Vancouver a couple years ago (probably the nicest thing she's done since DH and I have been together), and granted we were in a box, so maybe we were a little further away, we were in row 15 tonight. But he looked sooooo short! My friend H took me to Celebration on Ice tonight as my birthday pressie. It was great, there were a few skaters we didn't recognize, and they had a bunch of local kids at the beginning and just before intermission, so that was neat. And it was 5 minutes away from my house. Okay, 15 with all the traffic.

And, as a little bonus to the evening, I saw my aunt, cousin and cousin's daughter there. It was nice to chat/catch up with them, and no, Kel, Cousin L is not in labour yet. Slight back cramps, but not real labour yet!