Monday, August 29, 2011

A Name Is Born...

What's in a name??  Well.... Everything!  It's important!  I am not going to be one of those celebrity types that wants to name their child something sooo different or original in hopes they will stand out (or... ya know.. get made fun of).  Apple?  Suri?  Coco?  Mowgli?  Bluebell?  Free?  Kyd?  Pirate?  Puma?  Zuma?  Ummm...yeeaa.. I'm sure celebrities find those names amazing, but I'm not a celebrity ... and I am NOT crazy!  Frankly, I feel it's ridiculous.  But...whatever. 

I've had names picked out for my children for a very long time.  I had a girl's name...and a boy's name.. ready to go!  So, how did we come to a decision about these names??  It was fairly simple.  I won't discuss a little girl's name, since I already know I'm having a little boy.  Plus, that will be in her blog... if I ever get a baby girl. 

When I met Brian, he already had two girls, Brooke & Bailey.  They are the B's.  Since his other two children have names that start with the same letter as his, I wanted my babies to have names that started with "S."  Now, I always thought I'd name my son something starting with my husbands first name....and my daughter would have the S name (after me).  Because that's how it is in my family.  My mother's name is Sheila I got the S initial.  My father's name is Jerry... so my brother got the J initial.  However, I refuse to have my child grouped in with the B's.  We have enough B crap in this house.... so it's time for the S's to RULE!  Brian, of course, didn't care.  Whatever I say goes!  So... my search for the S names was on!

I looked through a plethora of "S" baby boy names.  A couple caught my attention, but only ONE was a solid, strong name.  Now, when I say solid, strong, I mean as in would be tough enough to withhold the Herington last name.  I consider it a strong name, so he needed an equally strong first name.  So, don't freak out if you know a guy with an "S" name... I am not calling it weak... it just didn't sound as good with Herington (to me at least).  I have friends who named their baby boy's name starting with an "S"...and they are all adorable.  Some of them.... I REALLY considered.... but I kept coming back to one name.

So, my baby boy is going to be named Stanley.  Stanley Herington!  To me, that just sounds like a CEO of a company.  Now, I think Stanley is sweet, but I like that it's very much similar to my name in the sense that it can be shortened.  So, his little pals can call him Stan.  Or...his little female admirers can call him.. "Stan, the man!"  lol... He is going to be just as adorable as his daddy, so I just assume he will be chased around by little girls. 

Ya know, naming a child is very different than anything I've ever had to do.  I've named pets... stuffed animals.. but naming a child... different!  I mean this child is going to have this name FOREVER!  I can't give him a weird name or a name that doesn't flow.  It's a very hard decision. 

As for a middle name, I told Brian that was up to him.  Okay, not really.  It was still my decision, but he had to give me some options.  I thought it would be cute if Brian and Stanley had the same middle name.  My dad gave my brother his same middle name...and it's a very male thing to do.  Pass a name down.  Well, Brian HATES his middle name.... Kenneth.  So, that was OUT!  He suggested his fathers name... John.  He said that was a name that had been passed down from generation to generation in his family.  Umm.. I had to say NO to that one.  A couple of reasons: (1)  Nice name... but... It didn't flow (2) if it was such a "passed down" name, then why didn't Brian have it inserted in his name somewhere? (3) Anyone that went to high school with me knows that I'd be a complete weirdo to name my child Stanley John... ummm turn it around and think about it.  I wouldn't expect someone from high school to name their child Nicole Samantha...ok?!  So, I had to stand firm on this one.  He wanted a family name... and ... I will ONLY name my children after people I love dearly and respect. (We will get into that if I ever have a baby girl).  I can't give MY child a name that is a member of his family that has been disrespectful.  That will NEVER happen.  It's like bad karma. 

So, I thought... the baby can take the middle initial "K."  He has mommy's first name initial, and daddy's middle name initial.  Fair enough.  I went on the search for baby boy K names... it was unbelievably hard.  I really liked the name Kinsey.  I mean hell... Alfred Kinsey was successful.  If you went to IU, then you've heard of the Kinsey Institute, right?!  Although that name didn't flow, nor did I really want to name my child after the founder of a sex research institute.  I either didn't like any K names, or they didn't flow.  I've always liked the name Windsor.  Who wouldn't want to be named after a castle???  Right??  No luck... that starts with a W.  Now, when little girls are growing up, they give themselves different names when playing with other friends.  I ALWAYS chose the name Alexis Carrington.  I LOVED that name... my mom liked the show Dynasty.  Whatever... loved the name... and I always chose it for my fake name.  When I married someone with a name that rhymed with Carrington, it was just absolutely meant to be.  So, I thought about that... and I thought.  Why not slap a K on Windsor??!  And... the name was born...

Stanley Kindsor Herington!  Now, Brian wants to take out the "d" on I said we could do that.  He has to make some decisions, right?  Kinsor it is!  It flows, and it's just a cool name.  We thought that if baby boy likes Kinsor better, he can change it to Kinsor Herington ... in the future.  So, perhaps I gave my child a bit of originality to his name after all. 

I firmly believe you have to start off with the right name in life.  It can't be a silly name...or a trendy name... it has to be solid.  So, there we go.  NOW... I can finally start writing his name in this blog.  It's too hard to not call him by his name...or nicknames he already has :) 

Thursday, August 25, 2011

A Little Boy.... And His Bear....

"Some people care too much, I think it's called love." - Winnie the Pooh

I received a package today... it was my little man's crib bedding set!  It's all sooo cute!  So, what is my theme??  Winnie the Pooh!  Anyone who knows me should have guessed it would be something Disney!  I am a HUGE Disney baby boy already has a ton of Disney stuff.  I just think there is something so sweet about Winnie the Pooh.

I already bought him his first Mickey when I was 5 weeks pregnant.  It's like I knew I was having a boy.  I just really want my baby to be familiar with all the Disney characters.  So, when I take him on his first trip to Disney World, he will know everyone!  There is nothing sweeter than having a little one take his or her first picture with Mickey Mouse, Winnie the Pooh, or Robin Hood ;)  It is all very real to them, and I love the innocence of it.  There is just something adorable about a little boy and his bear.  So, Winnie the Pooh it is!

Love my lil man!!

"I used to believe in forever. But forever's too good to be true."  -Winnie the Pooh

"Wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the forest, a little boy and his Bear will always be playing."  - Winnie the Pooh

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

The Most Important Thing Ever...

I'm starting to turn into the person I never thought I would.  Ok, so I sort of had an idea I'd be this person, but you never know until you're actually here.  So... the MAJOR change...

- If you ever plan on talking to me in the near future (or for the rest of my life), you will need to know my topic of choice.  The only thing I want to talk about it is my lil man.  Yes, I care how you're doing.  Yes, I care about your life.  Yes, I want to know about your day.  BUT.... after we discuss it for 5 minutes, we need to go back to the most important thing ever.... my baby! 

Now, I didn't think I would be this way, so you will have to forgive me.  I always thought it was overkill when people posted a million and five pictures of their children on facebook.  Even though I enjoy every single persons pictures (especially of their cute kids), I thought it was overboard.  I completely get it now.  I used to say...I'm not going to do that.  However, I realize that I AM TOTALLY GOING TO BE THAT PERSON TOO!!  I already think my little peanut hung the moon.  He's my whole world. 

I've always LOVED looking at my friends children.  They are all soooo adorable!  And the video's of the kids... are sooo cute!!  Each and every parent I know is sooo blessed.  I am just thankful I get to participate in that.  So, if I annoy you with my baby stories or talk about him too much, you must forgive me.  He's on my mind all day...everyday. 

Monday, August 22, 2011

The Lion & The Unicorn...

I'm still highly irritated by idiots.

Yes, I'm hormonal.  Yes, I go off on everyone for everything.  Yes, I realize this isn't my fault.  Yes, I realize it will go away. 

Now that we have that out of the way... let's get into it.  Prior to pregnancy, I was pretty laid back.  Would I go nuts on someone if I had to?? Sure!  I'm laid back...not a push over (never have been).  But now I get sooo worked up over the smallest things.  I'm starting to think my baby is going to have a nervous condition or be irritated with everyone... all because I'm sure he feels my craziness. 

So, yesterday.... I was irritated with Brian.... don't ask me what for.  I just was.  I decided I had to get out of the house and go shopping.  I immediately become furious that he won't go with me.  He thought I needed some alone time.  lol - perhaps HE needed the alone time from the crazy person who has taken over my chunky body.  Anywho.... I realized later that if he had decided to go with me... I would have probably been pissed off about that too.  There is no winning on his side...ever! I'm out shopping...

I went to Ulta to pick up some shampoo, conditioner, and whatever else I saw on the shelf that I might need or that I didn't need for that matter.  I walked in the door, and as usual the alarm goes off.  This happens to me all of the time.  It's usually my Jaguar remote that makes every damn store alarm go off.  Naturally, EVERYONE in the store looks at me like I'm a thief.  (A chunky thief at that).  I give everyone a scowl and immediately get pissed off.  These idiots don't need to look at me!  I was quickly approached by two sales clerks.  The lady asked me what made the alarm go off.  I told her it was my Jag remote.  The man...who clearly had on more makeup than me... asked to see my purse.  He said he needed to run it through the detector.  I thought...REALLY!??!  REALLY!?!?!  Everyone is looking at me like I am some criminal straight from the local prison.  For a split second, they actually had me thinking I stole something before I even walked into the damn store!  I started to sweat like I'd done something wrong!  For a second there, I probably looked guilty of something.  lol - then I came to my senses and just got annoyed.  I walked over to makeup man's check out counter.  He said he would need to run my purse through the scanner, because he said, "sometimes they sew sensors into purses."  MMhhmmm...  He then takes my f'n brand new GUCCI purse and starts to rub it all over the counter!  Ok... I have an issue with this.  I was like, "Dude, that purse wasn't cheap...and I don't buy fakes... so can we please not get it dirty." He ignored me.  Dude seriously acted like I might be up to something! hahah .... ME!  I have a Gucci bag that was well over 1k, and he treats me like a criminal.  Ummm...did he see my rings??  They cost more than he's made in his whole life!  UGH!  I told him, "Wow...this is really embarrassing."  He said, "Oh no girl, you're fine."  He hands me back my purse, and I immediately call my mother.

As I walk through the aisles to find my Pureology Shampoo & Conditioner, I immediately start giving an ear-full my mother.  She's the only one that totally understands my anger, and she doesn't care if I turn into a quick snob because I've been insulted by a man wearing more makeup than a clown.  By the time I get up to pay for my items (yes... I said PAY...because I can afford these cheap little items) I am clearly PISSED.  The lady quickly checks me out, and the whole time I'm dissing everyone that works there (of course I was dissing them to my mother but they all heard me).  As I left, I made sure they felt like shit by making a couple of rude remarks.  (I won't repeat them).  My mother asked me, "you're in your car, right?"  Umm... No... they heard me.  She totally thought I was going to get shot... or beat up.. or whatever.  She really can't believe I say the things I do to people.  Of course, she laughs... but she knows the bitch I can turn into when provoked.  NEVER poke a sleeping lion..... it never ends well.  

(The lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown.  The lion beat the unicorn all around the town. LOL - sorry that just popped into my head.  It's a good lesson for those unicorns out there though.  And... I'm starting to think all pregnant women are the lions... while the rest are innocent bystanders or aka the unicorns)

I immediately swore to myself that I will never purchase anything else from Ulta.  Now, prior to pregnancy, I would have still been pissed off.  But I would have been very understanding that these people were just doing their job.  I probably would have said a couple of semi-shitty things...but overall been very polite about the situation.  Next time that happens, I will refuse them to scan my purse.  They can call the police for all I care.  I will do a name drop and the situation won't be an issue.  I'm not going to be made to look like a criminal because I own a Jag which requires me to carry around a Jag remote because they don't use keys.  Or... because I carry a very expensive purse (which was why the alarm went off in the first place, so they say).  They can simply update their alarm system. 

Nevertheless, I was enraged over this stupid situation for HOURS!  That isn't normal for me.  I HATE these crazy hormones.  I need to wear a shirt that says, "I'm pregnant and I'm ready to go off on you at a moments notice!  Stand Clear!"  So, how did I get over this?  I went shopping for my sweet little boy.  That always puts me in a good mood... and always brings a smile to my face.

When the hell am I going to go back to normal?? The bitchy part of me is great and all...but I don't need to see it this often.  UGH!

The Obsession Begins...  I'm already obsessed with my child.  He's all I think about .. for the most part.  I wonder what he's doing inside Mommy's tummy?!?!  I wonder what he's going to look like?!  I can't wait for every little moment I get to spend with him. 

Now, this wonderful child already has a serious wardrobe.  And honestly...I've only begun.  I have to buy him everything!  My lil man can't be looking shabby.  I purchased him a ton of clothes yesterday, and the sales lady said, "Dang...this little guy is gonna be one sharp dressed man!"  I laughed because she's totally right.  Then, the lady behind me in line said, "I was just thinking the same thing!  That's one lucky boy!"  I was all proud that my little man, who isn't even here yet, is going to be my little prepster!  I've already started buying clothes for 12mo!  If I see something cute, I think of when he should be wearing it.  Summer?  Fall?  Winter?  Right away? And...I've already gotten him outfits that will match me and Brian.  I bought him this cute little blue and white Polo button-up... and I have the exact same shirt!!  I'm all excited to wear them together.  Aww... like matching... mommy and lil man.  And.. he already has a nice selection of cargo shorts... just like his daddy.  He has a ton of polo's that match Brian's they can match every day!  AND the hats and shoes I've bought him!!! HE won't even be able to walk, but he will have some adorable shoes! 

So, perhaps I'm going overboard.  I never thought I would, but I can't help it!  His furniture has been purchased... his crib bedding set has already been purchased... along with several other things he will absolutely need.  OR...that I think he needs :)  Dang...I've got a long way to go too... I'm just in my 5th month!

Now... some people tell me that it's pointless to buy all these clothes, because he will just grow out of them.  Well...DUH!  But I'm not going to just pick things off the sales rack and tell myself it's fine because he will grow out of them.  Nope!  I just can't do it.  He will always have the best clothes, because I think he deserves them.  I don't care if he's in middle school or college... he gets whatever he wants... unless it's some trashy looking shirt that looks like it came off a homeless.   No... we can't have the future CEO of a company wearing anything but nice clothes.  lol - ok... so maybe I expect my son to follow in his father's footsteps.  Nothing wrong with that, right?!?!  I mean ...I expect him to finish college with at least two degrees like mommy and get his masters like daddy.  Then, I expect him to work his ass up the ladder and be the best of the best. 

So... the problem is .... everyone expects that for their child.  Everyone believes they are grooming the next "somebody."  LOL - there is NOTHING wrong with that.  There is nothing wrong with pushing your children to reach their full potential.  I refuse to let him coast through life just because he's very fortunate.  I've seen that happen to too many people.... and the outcome is never pretty. 

Although I can't wait for him to get here, I am still wanting the process to go by slowly.  I know as soon as he gets here... life will start to speed up.  I want to cherish every single moment....

Monday, August 15, 2011

I Want To Keep My Baby Tiny Forever!!!

Yesterday, I had a serious hormonal moment... aanndd... it hasn't stopped.  I was watching Toy Story 3, because I tend to like watching things of that nature like all normal 29-year-olds.  If you haven't seen it, I'll give you a quick update.  It's basically about the toys Woody, Buzz, and all their toy friends dealing with an uncertain future as their owner, Andy, prepares to leave for college.  The toys end up at this daycare and escape back to Andy's house.  Andy then donates the toys to a little girl named Bonnie who loves them and plays with them as Andy did.  Okay... that's the gist.

Anyways, I had a complete meltdown by the end.  I realized that my baby boy will eventually be going off to college and giving away his toys.  I cried and cried and cried.  The thought of my sweet baby boy going to school... or off to college... or getting married and leaving me absolutely KILLS me.  I haven't even met my little angel, but I already don't want him to go anywhere.  AND... I don't want him to stop playing with his baby toys.  The whole idea just breaks my heart already. 

So, I figured I would get over the crazy feeling of wanting my child to stay little forever, but I haven't.  I know he has to grow up, learn things, go to school, make friends, etc.  I just don't want him to.  I want to keep him tiny forever.  As far as I'm concerned, Brian and I are all the friends he needs.  LOL - so, yes, I'm a little irrational and hormonal right now.  Although, between you and me, I'm thinking this feeling is here to stay.  I know you other mommies get it!!  I sort of figured I would feel this way when I was a mommy... I just didn't realize it would happen so soon.  Ok... just writing this blog makes me teary-eyed.

Before I start the water works again, I just want to thank every single one of you that are following this blog.  I LOVE all the tips, advice, and support you are all sending me.  I cannot even tell you how helpful it is.  I appreciate it to no end...  THANK YOU!! 

Cramps! Cramps! and... MORE CRAMPS! :(

So, my doctor says that cramping is very normal in pregnancy.  He said my ligaments are stretching, and it can cause pains like cramping.  Some people suffer from it... others never do.  Okay, I can buy that. 

Today, like many other days I've had cramping but it really upsets me.  I've been cramping for about 2 hours now.  I have lower right cramping (like menstrual cramps) and lower right cramping in my back.  It comes and goes, but it scares the crap out of me.  I, of course, researched this online.  MANY other women state they go through the exact same thing.  That I shouldn't worry, but I should call my doctor just in case.  Well, I haven't called my doctor because he already told me that cramping is normal.  However, when I start cramping, I turn into a basket-case.  I literally can't deal with it.  I assume the worst is happening.  I assume I'm going into early labor... or having a miscarriage... or something is wrong.    

The truth is... if something happened to my baby boy, I would die.  I honestly don't know how I could make it through life.  So...  I've already cried my eyes out (like I do every single time I get cramping).  The thought that something could be wrong scares me sooo bad.  My world would be over if anything happened to my sweet angel. 

So, to all the other pregnant ladies or mommies.... does this ever or has it ever happened to you??  Someone reassure me that I'm not crazy...

Saturday, August 13, 2011

What Has Changed...

I'm about 17 weeks...almost half way there!  So, what has changed so far??  I will give you the rundown....

(1)  Good-bye thongs... Hello MOM panties!  Okay, so I used to be the girl that wore nothing but thongs.  Why?  It wasn't to show them off like the other slurrrts in the world.... they were simply to rid myself of the dreaded panty lines...yuck!  There is nothing worse than seeing a girl with tight pants and a big fat panty line... ewww!!!  NOW, I can't even STAND a thong.  I don't know if it's my ass that has expanded so much that the string gets lost in the padding of my ass and becomes uncomfortable OR if it's my new body that says..."You're a mom (well, almost) now and thongs aren't appropriate!  I am guessing it's more of the first option.  Although, my ass isn't really that fat...still firm... just a little larger than my usual extended leg.  And besides... I can't imagine my body telling me that it's okay for mommies to have a PANTY LINE!  Ok, so extra padding it is!

(2)  Good-bye 30-32 A bra's...hello 34C!  The majority of ladies out there would LOVE to get huge boobs, but I am sooooo not one of them.  You see... I used to be heavier... I used to have C's.  However, I did sooo much working out and really attempted to lose them that I actually won the battle with my ta-ta's!  I had finally gotten them down to A's!  Yes, I made fun of my small mosquito bites, but they looked sooo much better in shirts.  Ugh... now I have these ridiculous meat balloon's.  I've had people warn me that your nips and areola's get HUGE f'n saucers.  Umm... so far... that hasn't happened to me.  I'm wondering if that is ever going to happen or if that just happens to some ladies (perhaps already with LARGE areola's). lol - OK, I'm already grossed out.  Well, if that disgusting sh*t ever does happens to my lovely ta-ta's, I will let ya'all know.  As for now, I just have to watch these porn star boobs get bigger and bigger. 

(3)  Good-bye stick legs... hello chunky trunks.  My OB told me that I would probably put on more weight because I was petite, wasn't able to work out as much, and my diet would change drastically.  Plus, he said being in the middle of a stressful move and relocating to an extremely humid climate would make it worse.  He said water weight gain would be certain.  Okay, so that makes me feel better, but what the F happened to my legs?!  It's like they are holding 40 gallons of water.  I feel like if I perhaps started to twist my calf every so slightly to the left... WATER would come pouring out.  I'm serious about that... but also too lazy to try the twist and pour method.  The good news is.... he told me I should drop weight fairly quickly afterward... MUSIC to my little ears! 

(4)  Okay, my memory is shot.  I can't remember anything!  If you tell me something, more than likely I will forget it in a matter of 5 seconds.  I will leave my cell all around my house, then I forget where I put it.  I can't even remember what room's I had been to or when I last saw it.  I rarely have my cell on anything but vibrate, so calling it wouldn't help.  Anyway... I am a stickler now for putting all important things in my cell with an alarm.  AND... I have to keep a pen and paper in every I can make myself notes.  I swear... most people who act like this have usually been doing too much ecstasy or PCP or some other nasty drug that puts holes in your brain.  So, if you call, text or send me an email, I will more than likely forget about it... unless I answer you right away when I get it.  I apologize if I seem a little flighty, but it isn't by choice!  Plus, my vocabulary has become very limited.  It's like I'm constantly searching for the right words to say... I'm the typical ditsy blonde now!

(5) Stating the obvious.... I miss my abs!  I have pictures of my flat stomach with abs looking all great... aanndd I can't even stand to look at those pictures now.  I went through a phase where I was positive I would never see that flat stomach again, but I've totally changed my mind.  I am determined to get back in shape.  I might not ever be as thin as I once was... and things my look a little different.. BUT... I will absolutely TRY!  AND... I will never kill myself trying to achieve the impossible.  BUT... I will undoubtedly give it a try!  My whole train of thought has changed... I am positive I will turn myself into the svelte gal I once was.  I will just have a new arm exercise ... lifting up my beautiful baby boy! 

(6)  I've stopped getting my nails done, and I have ZERO tan.  It has come to the point where... if I can't look exactly how I want... then forget it.  What is the point of having nice nails and a tan if you are slowly turning into a female version of John Goodman??  I say.. no point!  I mean my nails don't look awful, and I try to get them done every once in awhile.  I'm just not that every two weeks get them done kinda gal now.  I figure that's for the best.... When Baby Herington (whoa...almost used his name) gets here, I won't be able to get my nails and toes done that often anyway.  It's better this way!  Hmm... I wonder if I can get someone to come to my house to do my nails?  I didn't think about that... I bet I could make that happen.  Everyone else seems to deliver.. Dry-cleaning, spray tans, pizza... why not nails??  I'll see what I can do... (I'll probably forget to look into that in about 5 seconds anyway)

(7)  Pizza face.  My skin used to be so nice... except for an occasional break-out.  Now, it stays in a constant state of zit attack.  I am finally starting to sympathize with those kids in high school that had horrible acne.  You know the ones I'm talking about... the ones with dots ALL over their face... and they couldn't even cover it up with makeup (or paint).  Note to self:  If Baby Herington (again, I wanted to use his name..aahh) has horrible acne, we get it treated immediately.  AND... if he doesn't, we teach him NEVER to make fun of kids that do have it.  Gotta remember this one!

(8) My hair gets on my last nerve!!!  It's too hot to have all this damn hair.  I'm constantly throwing it up in a pony tail or bun.  Plus, I never actually feel like doing it.  I always have good intentions to curl it...or ya know.. brush it.  I just never get to that point.  It is simply in the way.  AAnndd... so wonderful that it's gotten even thicker with pregnancy...NOT!  It's like wearing a horses tail on your head! ARGH!  BUT... don't get me wrong.  I would never in a million years think about cutting it.  I just keep thinking about this movie 'For Keeps' with Molly Ringwald.  She gets pregnant and cuts all her hair off.  I always scream at the TV... WHY?!?!  For the love of Pete, why the hell would she do that?!?!?  It looked so much better long.  Short hair looks AMAZING on some people, but I'm not one of those people.  I need some hair.  So, I just have to deal with it.  Besides... my baby with need some hair to pull on! :) 

(9)  My heart has expanded.  When I found out that I was finally pregnant after trying for all of a second, I was thrilled! The past few months... I was thinking about what he or she is going to be like.  Then, yesterday... I had confirmation that my thoughts about having a boy were dead on.  This is the first grandchild for my parents and first grandson for Brian's parents (they have four granddaughters).  Needless to say, I'm over the moon.  My baby already has THINGS!  He has a room, a bathroom, a closet, baby clothes, toys, and books..... and we are just getting started!  Everyone now calls him by his name, and the fact that I'm going to be raising a son... a magnificent son... has made my heart just expand.  It's kind of like that scene in 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas.'  My heart has grown three sizes.  I will quote the movie... "And what happened, then?  Well, in Whoville they say - that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day." 

So, in the whole realm of things... I don't mind the gaining weight.  Sure it sucks, but it is all for a great cause.  I don't mind wearing big, huge panties.  I don't mind my bazooka boobs. (Okay, yes I do... but they won't be here forever).  I don't mind my chunky trunk legs.  I don't mind the memory loss.  Hell, something are better forgotten anyway!  I don't give a crap about the abs I once had.  I could care less about my nails or a stupid Jersey Shore tan.  I can deal with my pizza face and this horrible hair.  And I hope my heart grows 10 sizes bigger!  So, that's where I am!  I am a mommy-to-be..... and all that really matters is my adorable son and the health and happiness of my family. 

Friday, August 12, 2011

I'm Having A..... ?!?!?!

So... Today, I visited my new OB... LOVED him!  He was sooo cool.  Totally my style!!  It was just my 16th week appointment, so I didn't expect an ultrasound.  HOWEVER, he was soo cool.  He was like, "When was the last time you saw your baby?"  I said, "About four weeks ago."  He said,"Well, how about we get you an ultrasound... just for fun."  Then, he said, "I bet you are dying to know what you are having, right?!"  I said, "Absolutely!  I can't stand it!  I need to know!"  He said, "Okay... I bet we can see it today."  I about DIED!!  My dreams came true!  I have been dying to know.  He said, "What does your mothers intuition tell you it is?"  I said, "I think it's a boy, but I don't know.  I just really have a feeling it is."  Several nurses asked me too, and I told them boy.  I wasn't sure if Brian's wish to have a boy was rubbing off on me or if I just KNEW! 

On my June 14th blog, I made a prediction.  I predicted I was having a boy... it was also my parents thought too.  During the ultrasound, the baby did NOT want to show us what he/she was.  They kept poking my tummy and made me turn sideways.  Gotta get that baby moving.  We saw all the little fingers...and counted them!!  All there!!  Then, all of a sudden, it moved A LOT!  And... sure enough.. IT'S A BEAUTIFUL BABY BOY!!!  I couldn't believe it!  Brian is finally having a boy!!  And... we have someone to carry on the Herington name!  WE ARE THRILLED!

It's so funny.  I really thought I'd be happy & upset no matter what they said.  If they said boy, I thought I would be happy but crushed it wasn't a girl.  If they said girl, I thought I'd be happy but very crushed I wasn't getting that boy Brian wanted.  I would have been happy with either as long as they were healthy.  When they said "BOY," I wasn't even surprised.  It's like I already knew... I just needed confirmation.  And...honestly I wasn't upset I'm not having a girl.  When I was little, I always said I wanted a boy first... then a girl.  I thought he could take care of his younger sister.  :)  So, I got exactly what I wanted.  I told my mother at least we know one thing.... This will not be my only child.  I've already said... If I get a boy first, I will definitely try again for a girl... and if I end up with two boys... looks like I'll be having three kids!! haha.. I'm just so thrilled!

Ok...I'm off to buy all things BLUE!!  Aww...I can finally call my baby by his name...

Soooo excited!!! :)~

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

What The F Is A Kegel??

What in the F is a KEGEL?!?!  Okay, I've heard about them... I've read about them... I've attempted them... BUT.. WHAT THE F IS A KEGEL?!?

(Side note:  A Kegel exercise is to improve muscle tone by strengthening the pubococcygeus muscles of the pelvic floor.  It's a popular exercise for pregnant women to prepare the pelvic floor for physiological stresses of the later stages of pregnancy and vaginal childbirth.)

Okay, what the hell?!  I can't just sit here and move a muscle in my area.  I don't get it.  The whole idea makes me want to barf. 

I've tried it... and I don't feel any muscles moving about.  The only time I think I'm doing it is when I pee, and I purposely stop the flow for a few seconds.  I THINK that is a KEGEL.  And... if so, how in the world do you do that when you aren't peeing??  It is irritating.  Is my area too small??  I mean really!!!  What the F is a damn KEGEL!?!?!

The Walk-Through...

I won't go into the weekend I had with the step-kids, because it was a "so-so" weekend.  Frankly, I don't even care right now to write about the small things that irritate me the most.  In my mind, it's not apart of my life on the daily, so I can't be worried with it. 

So, as my stomach starts to expand, and I desperately long for the days of the size 0's in my closet, I find myself actually feeling much better about being pregnant.  I mean... I didn't hate it before... ok, yes... yes, I did!  The first trimester was a BITCH!  I was constantly bloated... constantly feeling like crap... constantly tired.  Now, I have much more energy. Sure, I'm still tired but not bone chilling exhaust like before.  Sure, I still have acne like an 8th grader, but I'm embracing my new flawed face. lol - not really.. but whatever.  I'm back to working out every day.  Do I wish I could work out like 4 times a day??  ABSOLUTELY!  But... I also want a healthy baby... and baby always comes first. 

My next appointment is on Friday.  I'm switching Dr.'s, because I wasn't so thrilled about my first Doc.  He was boring... zero personality ... and older than dirt.  That really doesn't fit my personality.  Someone who is going to deliver my child ... BETTER HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOR!  I can see myself attempting to joke around while in pain from child's very much my way.  So, I need someone cool.

I did a walk-through of the hospital I'm going to be giving birth at.  It was a weird experience.  There were like 9 mommies-to-be in the group.  The majority brought their spouses... two women were alone.. and I went with my friend Darcy.  Darcy is due in 9 weeks... so we thought we'd go together.  Besides... Brian is too busy with work for silly things like a hospital walk-through.  He will figure out where everything is when I have my baby... he's intelligent... and can figure out how to ask randoms where to go! ;)  So, everyone in our group were going to be NEW MOMMIES!!  (Well, except Darcy, she has an ADORABLE two-year-old who is beyond cute and intelligent).  So, a lot of questions were being asked.  One girl asked the nurse, "So, what drugs can I take besides the epidural?  I don't want to feel any pain."  The nurse looked at her like she was a damn fool.  The nurse said, " Ummm... honey, you are going to be having a baby.  It isn't going to feel great.  You are going to have some pain."  DUH!  Some of the questions were rather ridiculous.  One lady asked, "So, how long do we have to stay in here?  I'm scared and irked by hospitals."  The nurse gave her the general answer (anywhere from 24-48hrs..depending on how you give birth/how you and baby are doing).  I felt like these ladies were completely oblivious.  I mean they all had their eyes popping out... looked scared to death.  I was the ONLY one with a smile on my face the whole time.

I am mentally prepared for this.  I realize squeezing out a baby isn't going to feel great.  That's a given, but I'm not scared at all.  The epidural scares a lot of women, but it doesn't scare me.  And hospitals... pllleeasseee.  I'm used to hospitals.  When you basically have to visit your father every day who resided in a hospital for 4 months from the worst case of Pancreatitis Orlando, Florida has ever seen, hospitals don't really seem that alarming.  The regular rooms or ICC rooms aren't bad to navigate through... it's the ICU rooms that become overwhelming. 

When Brian had back surgery over a year ago, I pretty much showed him the ropes of a hospital.  He didn't exactly take to it, but I get it.  I got to show him what certain machines do and showed him a couple contraptions he wasn't familiar with.  Annd... ya know.. taught him now NOT to get pneumonia.  Even though he was only in there for a short time, I was always worried about him contracting C.Diff, Pneumonia, or Septicemia.  Now...I knew the probability of him contracting something icky was very low, but it's like a natural reaction for me.  The part of my brain that got used to phone calls telling me my dad had developed a fistula, the shingles, C.Diff, Pneumonia, Septicemia, etc... is still functioning.  That part of my brain is alive and well...and living in the past.  So, why am I not scared??  There is also a part of my brain that is RATIONAL.  Am I going to contract those things?  Of course not!  I just don't even think about ME contracting those things.  Besides... I have this weird section of my brain that honestly believes I could beat all of those things if I were to get them... like my dad.  I am just certain I'm the strongest biotch alive.... if you disagree, you can just have a conversation with THAT section of my brain. ;) 

So, I'm ready.  I'm sure I will get anxiety more towards my due date, but I'm cool as a cucumber right now.  I've said good-bye to my abs and stick legs that I worked soooo hard on... and embraced the baby roll.  I'm waiting to find out the sex... and then... I WILL SHOP 'TIL I DROP!  When I drop, I will just get online and start purchasing from there.  Pink or Blue??  Pink or Blue??  I am sooo ready to know!!!  And...I'm ready to start calling my baby by their first name...    :) 

Friday, August 5, 2011

Someone Send Me A Good Luck Charm!

Well, I need a bunch of GOOD LUCK for today and this weekend.  Why, you ask?!?  Because my step-children are coming in town.  Now, this could get stressful.  Why, you ask?  Because the oldest one is sick, and I've already told Brian I can't be around that.  You see... I'm a good mom ... and I don't want to get sick while pregnant!  Means.... I can't be around sick offense to her....she can't help it.  I'm just thinking about my baby.  Now, I asked why her mother couldn't take her to the Dr...and I was told that she wanted US to take her.  So, this poor girl has to get on a plane... fly here.. and be completely miserable until we are able to take her to the doctor.  That upsets me for her...hopefully she feels better by the time she has to leave to come here.  Frankly, if it was my child, I'd take her to the Dr immediately... I wouldn't want my child to be miserable.  Seems like her mother could pay a small co-pay fee to make her daughter feel better.  So, you'd think my step-daughter would LOATHE her mother for treating her this way... NOPE!  I'm guessing she isn't that sick...OR... she will find someway to blame it on my husband.  So, THIS is why I need Good Luck.

Let's see.... another reason... It's the younger ones birthday.  The big 11-years-old.  So, what did she ask for??  She asked her father for a MacBook Pro ... only $1200.  Now, did ANYONE you know have a $1200 anything when they turned 11?!  I can tell you right child will NOT be getting crazy expensive sh*t when they turn 11.  Hmmm..  So...we're obligated to buy her this computer.  She will have a meltdown if we don't.  She doesn't care for her father...just the items he can afford to give's kind of sad.  I promised Brian that our baby will never treat him that way. So, since it's little ones b-day and her sister is sick, this could mean we don't get to go to the zoo like planned!?!  If sister is sick, we can't possibly go on outings...that isn't fair.  It's not much of a visit either.  Again, not like a kid can help if they're sick...but I fear it will end up being MY fault or Brian's fault.  It seems like that is ALWAYS the way it goes.  If a tornado strikes in Utah, it's obviously my fault or their father's fault.  One of them cuts themselves shaving... and I GET BLAMED because I didn't buy her an expensive enough razor.  (I was thinking .... when you are young you SUCK at shaving and SHIT happens).  When their mother doesn't throw them a birthday party, it becomes Brian's fault.  When they don't have any clothes because their "mom" won't spend the clothing allowance we give her on her kids, it's Brian's fault!

SO... THIS is why I need some GOOD LUCK wishes.  I've already received a couple of text messages this morning... with "Good Luck with the girls... hang in there" today.  Oh... and me being pregnant with the Golden Child doesn't exactly help matters... I've been told there could be jealousy since the little one is going to get "things."

I know I shouldn't stress about these issues, but it's hard not to.  When a child says shitty things to you, and you decide to bite your tongue (because they really can't win in a battle of words)... IT SUCKS!  I'm not a fan of biting the tongue.  So, I will just hope they are both in good moods... and they act decent.  It's a coin toss with them.  It's such a shame too, because I really LIKE the Nice Kids I know they can be.  We have TONS of fun together. ... like 3 peas in a pod.

Ugh... I know at the end of the day... they only act out because their mom has told them so many lies about their father, and they don't really want to come to that realization nor can they see the truth.  So... the house always wins.  I will just try to maintain my "I feel sorry for them" attitude.  I was blessed with a wonderful family. 

Ok... I gotta go wrap a MacBook Pro in pink wrapping.  ;)