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A New Coat of Paint

We picked out some paint from Lowe’s, called “Winter in Paris.” It is a light gray blue that is just girly enough without being pink.

This week, I taped the trim up, and Peter painted the walls. It looks really nice. We’ll have to do a little touch up work here and there, but I am pretty happy with how it turned out! Nice job, Pete :).

Before Paint
Before Paint

You can kind of see the color.

Peter spent pretty much all day today putting the finishing touches on the room.
This includes:

  • new electrical plates that are baby proof.
  • new door stop.
  • new ceiling fan.
  • new light switch with fan speed control.
  • new closet kit in the other spare room, so I could move my stuff off the floor.

I napped. I honestly tried to do something, but he is having a good time bossing me out of the room, so he can take over and do these activities. I think he is enjoying himself.

Old Light
New Light/Fan
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Movements of a Gut-ular Nature

Lately I’ve been feeling like an alien is trying to escape from my loins/gut area. At first thought, I can see how people think it might be gas, but this is no gas.

It feels like a finger poking you from inside at random intervals of time. There is no pattern, no rhythm. Last Saturday night, I wondered if I could feel the bumps from the outside, so I was super shocked when I could actually feel it under my hand.

I know women are always talking about the beauty of life and how miraculous things are to be “growing life inside you.” Blah blah. Hippie crap. I say no matter how much evidence you have to prove that this stuff is going on inside your body, it is still weird as crap.

So naturally, my first inclination is, “Weeeeeeeeeeird. Hey, Peter. Come see if you can feel this.” We have spent all week sitting in weird positions to see if he could feel anything. The conversations pretty much go like this:

Lauren: Did you feel that one?
Peter: No.
Peter: Wait. What was that?
Lauren: It’s your pulse in your hand.
Peter: Oh.
Lauren: That was a big one. Did you feel that?
Peter: No.

There was one time where he claims he felt something…to which his response was, “Weeeeeird.”

Tonight I noticed that my gut will actually distort itself if I look at it while it moves. SEE?!?!?! In what other situation is an involuntary, moving gut something completely normal?

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What a Pain in the Ass

I have been reading that women might experience leg cramps for the past month or two, but I was excited by the fact that I’ve made it to 22 weeks without getting them…until 2 nights ago. Aaaaah!

I literally woke up screaming from a huge pain in my ass cheek. That’s right. Not LEG. I thought Peter was going to think I went insane, but luckily I did not wake him up. At least somebody slept through the night.

I have decided today that I haven’t really had “cravings,” (at least not like the ones you see on TV), but I could eat a sausage biscuit any time of the day.

Since I am not allowed to paint or lift heavy objects, the only thing I can do is window shop on Pinterest. I saw a few cute ABC and 123 poster prints, but none of them have the right color scheme. I am looking for a mix of blue, green, orange, pink, and purple. Since I couldn’t find something just right, I made my own. What do you think? Should I print them?

Also, I noticed last night that the little kicks and flips I feel inside can actually be felt outside, too. It feels like an alien is trying to escape from my gut.

Just to note, Peter hates painting, but he is doing a great job :).

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She’s Got Legs

The doctor visit this week (August 16) wasn’t too interesting, but I did find out that I have good blood!

They did an integrated serum test to find out about the chances of Down Syndrome and neural tube defects in the pregnancy. Luckily, everything came back negative, which means things are looking good. 
I can’t even imagine how hard it has to be for doctors to have to tell people bad news. I am very thankful for this “uninteresting” visit! 
The ultrasound technician didn’t have to beat me up with the stick today, which was good, because last time, she stabbed me so hard in the gut. I felt it for hours.
We even got a shot of Miss Sassy Legs.
My back is still killing me. I think it’s my sacrum/coccyx area. I seriously have to do these stretches that make it look like I am about to take a dump on the floor. These are the only positions where I get some relief from the stabbing pain. It also amuses the crap (no poop pun intended) out of my husband.
I made these cookies that I saw on Pinterest, because I thought they looked delicious. I didn’t think about the fact that they contain absolutely no flour…they are like diabetes cookies. I only ate one, because I don’t think I could live with myself if I ate more than one right now. I had to send them home with our friend, Matt. I hope I don’t find him in a coma tomorrow.

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I Have Nothing!

I am starting to freak out a little bit about the lack of stuff I have. Everyone keeps telling me that people will buy you stuff for a baby shower and give you bags of used things, but right now I don’t have anything except 7 little outfits (– thank you so much, Sarah, Brittany, and Aunt Terry!).

I feel like I need to go buy things.

Peter and I went to Lowe’s and got a gallon of paint, an area rug, and a closet organizer. This helped slightly. We also started cleaning our spare bedroom.

But this lower back pain. Ugh! I think I pinched a nerve in my coccyx area because I sometimes randomly limp when I walk. And, booooy, does it hurt like a *****.

In other news, the dogs are loving the fact that I am buying them lots of treats and toys. I can at least spoil my dog children :).

Closet Before
Room Before
Sugar Gliders Moved into Other Room
Relatively Clean Entry Way
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Sausage Biscuit

The other day I woke up at 4:00 am craving a sausage biscuit. If McDonald’s were open then, I would’ve been in my car at 4:01.

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Pee Sticks

I needed to make sure to mention that all reasoning goes out the window when you pee on a pregnancy test. You know that they are 99% reliable, but then when one turns positive, you think of all the things that could’ve turned it positive. Like maybe it was that iced tea I had…I never drink iced tea. Or maybe it was that benadryl I took earlier. I think I peed on 40 sticks from amazon.com and still didn’t believe them. Maybe they were crappy tests? Peter thought this was hilarious and kept calling me “pregnant…” to which I responded, “This is what you say…” He is also convinced that women would prefer to receive information via pee sticks. I think he was jealous of all the excitement ;), because he started making up other things we could find out from peeing on sticks.

Gender of a baby
Career choices
Magic 8 Ball answers
What to eat for dinner
Who peed on the carpet?

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Ultrasounds

We had our first ultrasound since 6.5 weeks last week. The last time at the ultrasound, I was not very impressed. Don’t get me wrong; it was interesting, but it was nothing compared to an ultrasound at 19 weeks and 3 days. At 6.5 weeks, a baby looks like a flickering blob. Flickering is good; it means there is a heartbeat. But at 20 weeks, you see fingers, hands, arms, legs, feet, spine, a head, nose, etc.

So much more exciting! The ultrasound technician stabbed me with the ultrasound wand. Yes, I mean stabbed. Stabbed like she had a vendetta. Apparently the baby wasn’t in the position she wanted for certain measurements, so she decided to take it out on my stomach.

We did get to find out the gender, which was crazy. I never actually thought I wanted to know the gender of my kids before they were born. My parents didn’t find out, and I thought that sounded so exciting. With the 2+ months of puking, I wasn’t feeling too excited about this whole process though. Peter and I thought maybe finding out the gender would help pep me up a little.

I remember when people would ask me what I would do in the future in this scenario or that, and I always assumed I would have two kids, both boys. I didn’t necessarily want or not want boys, just assumed boys. So I was super shocked when the technician said, “Girl!” I literally said,  “What??!” Blew my mind.

We decided to tell our family later that night, so we kept it a secret at work. Although my coworker, Heather, was super awesome and put pink and blue balloons on my desk and decorated :).

Peter and I decided to make a box of boxes for our family to unwrap, so every other box was pink, blue, pink, blue, etc. Obviously in the tiniest box, we put the actual gender ultrasound in a little pink card. We videotaped our moms and my grandmom opening the boxes, and I think it was pretty cute.

My mom and dad sent us beautiful flowers at work the next day, which made everyone come into my office to make gaga noises over the pink flowers.

In other news, now Peter has to make up other names instead of Baracktopus, Cornelius Archimedes, Ebonyzer, and Spackle.