Week 32

The past couple of weeks have been interesting. It seems my nesting instinct has kicked into high gear. That coupled with my impending move and the ticking baby clock have been keeping me from sleeping much. I now have a very frequent urge to get DO. I have old clothes (skinny clothes) to pack for storage, hopeful clothes to go with me, bathroom luxuries I can live without (goodbye for now, cellulite cream) for storage, kitchen gadgets to slowly siphon into boxes, and books books books. Not to mention all of the other logistical things that I have still to handle. Picking a pediatrician and having him sign some paper saying that he’ll be the one examining the baby after delivery, pre-registration for the hospital, helping Cesar figure out his benefits package at Red Bull, signing up for birthing preparation classes, planning maternity leave, doctor appointments, and packing my hospital bag. It’s no wonder women are the one’s burdened with child birth; a man couldn’t get all of that done (especially while growing a baby from scratch and looking damn good while doing it). Unfortunately it means I’ve become all business. Every dinner with Cesar has become a meeting to discuss strategy and upcoming dates and plans. My old, fun, not-pregnant me is left wondering what the heck I used to talk about before this bossy bitch moved in.

I am looking forward to being settled and meeting our little guy. Not a big fan of the last few hours before I meet him but I am still confident that modern medicine will come up with a way to beam him out within the next 2 months. I have dreams about it (did you know frequent dreaming in one night is a sign that you aren’t fully rested?). Usually it is pretty normal and I can imagine the pain but its dull and nothing like I’ve heard anyone describe (“like shitting a giant watermelon that is on fire”).

Cesar is working 2 jobs right now which makes the dream of being settled somewhere seem much closer than it used to. He works Monday – Friday at Red Bull (yay!) and Saturday – Sunday for Dreyers. Not sure how long he(we)’ll be able to handle that but the extra cash will be very nice. We can pay off some debt, save up some money and get our own place (queue angelic singing). Having a Mexican mom around to cook for me doesn’t sound too bad either. The idea of having things paid off and being debt free is beautiful. My credit card will be easy, and my car might take a little time but at this rate I can pay it off 10 months early!

Doc says my skin looks great and I probably won’t get any stretch marks! Can you believe it!!!! don’t hate me, I’m sure I’ll suffer  in some other way (hmm acne scarring?) but I was thrilled when I heard that. My weight gain leveled off at my last appointment which is good news too. I’m trying, I swear. Who am I to fight with nature when it’s hot outside and she reminds me that I have ice cream in the freezer (thank you Dreyers)? So for now, I am resigned to eating well (ice cream aside) and doing extra laps at work so get off my butt and avoid varicose veins!

Right now I’d really like a giant burrito from Miguel’s Jr.

Week 31

current weight - 167...I think. Dr's scale says way more but I'm fairy certain that my bathroom scale is more accurate.

Saw Dr. Yeo last week, first appointment that Cesar couldn't make it to (he was working). Sucks for him because we got an ultrasound! Saw the ever-growing little guy for the first time in about 10 weeks. He is in the right position and I could see and feel him kicking me simultaneously which was really exciting.  The print out of his face that we got shows the outline of his skull and eye sockets and his little arm. Cesar is pretty concerned that his head looks too big. His mom, my parents and I have all been hard at work convincing him that it looks normal and to remind him that you can't see his skin or fat in the ultrasound. I think he's almost got it through his head.
Baby shower was this weekend and could not have been better! I got a cute new outfit and some fancy new shoes for the event. I made up my own cocktail, a blueberry martini. yum yum...from what I heard. So many people showed up, I wasn't expecting that. I still can't believe how generous my friends are. I get so hung up on how alone I've been feeling that I had written them off and they still showed me so much love. Opening all of the gifts got me really excited to meet (and dress) our guy. Even Cesar got excited when I went through and showed him all the neat things we got. Tons of shoes, little outfits, bottle warmer, even the cloth diapers from etsy got a rise out of him "that's bad!" (Cesar verbage for "that's so cool!") His mom couldn't stop cooing over the little sandals. I think Bentley (the dog) got a little jealous that the gifts weren't for him, as was clearly displayed by his theft of multiple diapers and rubber ducks.

So Cesar officially starts working at Red Bull on Monday! More money, full time, and benefits! (insert joyous skipping and dancing) This is great news for more reasons than the obvious cash perk, it means we'll be able to get our own place sooner! We'll still stay at his parent's house for a few months, pay off some debt and get comfortable with our new rolls...hopefully.

I've been seeing a lot more activity from baby. He had the hiccups for the first time last night, at least I'm pretty sure that's what it was. Normally I'll feel some bumps and punches sporadically, but last night was rhythmic bumping in the area where his torso is. It lasted approximately 3 minutes, I tried to catch it on video but it didn't show much. Better luck next time, Baby. He is starting to give me some pains though; lower back, upper back, ribs, trouble sleeping, heart burn. I have a ominous feeling about the remaining TWO MONTHS. I already don't feel like I can do all the things I used to do. Packing and moving are going to be very tricky.

We're signed up for a birthing class starting July 1st. I'm excited. I wish I hadn't had to try and convince him to take the class with me but ultimately he agreed to take the class with me. I think he is starting to realize that I'm always right. It's about damn time!

I'm growing out of my clothes faster and faster. I solicited the help of Jenn to keep me lookin good as my "stylist" I don't think she realizes what she has signed up for.

Week 29...I think

Current Weight - 161, hard to believe it isn't more based on the amount of ice cream I have been consuming.

I actually have no idea what week this is, but according to my phone it is week 29. The phone wins this one.

Things have been okay the last week. Planning is always a source of conflict for me and Cesar. He'd like to wait until the 11th hour to get anything in order while I would like to, at the very least, have a foggy idea of what the plan is as far ahead of time as possible. It can be hard not to let the hormones get the best of me in arguments but he has been pretty understanding. Through all of my nagging we have made some decisions. I'll move into his parent's house with him until he has a good foothold at work.
AH! WORK! So my wonderful boyfriend has been working at Dreyer's the past few weeks. The drive started wearing him down (about 40 miles one way on top of his driving from store to store) so he gave a reminder phone call to Red Bull. They had him come in last week and offered him way more than they had offered him last time. The first time he interviewed they said the position was for a part time merchandiser; not the best and he is capable of much more. Well, this time they told him the position was for a FULL TIME RELIEF SALES position! Cue triumphant music. Right now we are awaiting final approval and then we should know if he is in or not. Very exciting indeed. 
In my corner, I will start "interning" for a real estate company, thanks to one of my former Kappa advisors. It'll pay me per sale and I go by for a few hours 3 days a week. Also very exciting. I should be able to learn a lot there and maybe make some career moves, plus its something I can do while on leave from my soul sucking office job.
So this baby has pretty good etiquette already. If I slouch he kicks me in the ribs, he must be mine. I wish he would let me slouch, my back has been hurting lately. I think its time to look in to a massage, like...immediately. Maybe some bengay in the meantime.
The other night I think I had my first official weird craving: pancakes and enchilada sauce. It could have been exhaustion but it made my mouth water regardless. It has since passed, but I was excited that I finally had something weird to report.
I'm outgrowing my clothing faster than I expected. I'm as reluctant as ever to buy maternity clothing. I still don't want to be draped in flowy articles a la circus tent. I'm actively searching for someone who would like to do all the shopping for me. So far, no bites.
For now I'm off to work out my arms so they don't look fat in all the pictures of me holding baby.