Reach inside of me, and pull out this fetus.

Being pregnant this time around is too hard. I am having wicked sinus problems. It feels like someone took a staple gun to my face. Half the day I can't even function because there is an invisible fat man using my septum as a hemmorhoid pillow.

I have these gross bloody boogers and constantly feel like there is something hanging out of my nose. I can only assume that when I am out in public, people assume that I am that lovely cokehead/expectant mother combo, due to my non-stop schnoz-fondling.

Heartburn is happening at the oddest times. Spicy taquitos? No heartburn. Glass of water? Raging heartburn inferno the approximate temperature of the river Styx.

Thankfully, I have been spared the bread dough ankles that I had with Felix. I look at old pictures and I cannot believe that I stood and walked on them for 8-12 hours a day at work. Maybe motherhood makes you weaker, not stronger. I remember being a lot fucking tougher before.

All I know is that this time is a lot more difficult. I haven't really felt beautiful or all Mother-Goddess like I did the first time. Last night I told Al we had to stop having sex because I felt huge and awkward and stupid. EW.

Right now it just feels like I swallowed something huge and its sitting in my stomach trying to get out. I really, really, really want to have this baby.

To top it off, it is so torturous that I want to hold him and look at him and snorgle on his tiny toes, but I have to wait three more smelly, lame months to dress him up and spoil the shit out of him.

PFFFFFT.

Baby Lars.

I really wanna have the baby.

I was thinking how cool its gonna be to hold him for the first time

When Felix was born, I was so blown away by the whole thing that it didn't even feel real. Not even the pain.

After I brought him home, I kept thinking, "This baby is so precious; its going to be so sad when his mom takes him home."

Then I would catch myself and say, "Wait, I'M his mom. Wow, he's here for good."

Fatty!

So far I have gained 18 enormously round pounds. With Felix, I gained twice as much at this time.

I bought a book on baby-related crafts. I will be gluing and cutting and decopaging for cardio exercise. Better than a treadmill!

Dig This Crazy Roundness, Man.

I am 25 weeks prego! I am getting really uncomfortable and its hard to move without feeling like a lardo.
The other day I had a bad case of low blood-sugar and had to go to the hospital. It felt like I was hit by a lightning bolt of heat and my hands were shaking. They told me I need to be eating more and drinking more fluids. Who woulda thought that THIS time around, I wasn't eating ENOUGH?
Today, I fell down while I was getting out of the tub. Luckily, it was fetus-side up and I was OK. Al wrapped me in my robe and tucked me into bed.

It's a...

BOY!

We were both really suprised. I am still getting used to the idea that the baby is not going to be a girl. Now we have no idea what to name him.

The sonogram technician did a 3-D and 4-D ultrasound so we could see the baby's face. He has the same features as Felix.

He weighs about 3/4 of a pound and is nice and tall, just like his papa and his big brother. Everything looks good!

Energy-Draining Bump!

OK, so I am posting this at 1:30 in the morning, and then complaining about having no energy. Well, what are you gonna do?

I am 16 weeks along and still feel like total poo. The other day I was so sick that Al had to come home from work, and I have been so tired and sore all over (but especially the back). In addition, my sinuses totally kill!

Then today, Al told me he was talking to the neighbor, Steve, whose mystery wife that I have seen but never met, and Steve said Mystery Wife went to a massage therapist on 50th and France. Apparently, pregnancy massage works wonders for your nasal passages, back, bump, and energy level. WHY WAS AL WITHHOLDING THIS INFORMATION UNTIL TONIGHT?! WHY, I ask you?

Al and I get married in 6 days! Hopefully that will mean more laying around ("beaching") time for me ("the whale").

Heartbeats!

On Wednesday we heard New Baby's heart beat for the first time. Felix was asleep the whole time which was nice because he would have been running all over opening cabinets full of speculums and whatnot. Last time he walked into a meeting full of doctors. Thank God they were all pediatricians and obstetricians, right? They thought he was precious.

Also, the doctor said we are a little more preggers than we thought. I will be 15 weeks on next Tuesday. That's good for me because it means only 5 more weeks until we can find out the sex of the lil' nugget. Also, 5 more weeks until I am half done with the pregnancy! I hate to say it will have gone by fast, but during the first 20 weeks its so easy to forget you're pregnant and live your life. Week 20 and beyond, all you can think about is babies.

Tired, tired, tired. Still. There is a cold going around and I am not getting it, but for about 5 days its felt as if I am about to get it. I assume that my immune system is stronger cause of New Baby and that is why I am not just getting a full-on cold, but part of me wants to get it for a day or two and then get it over with...