Bumps in the road.

Warning: this is that one post where I talk at nauseam about my medical problems. This is the type of thing that my husband refers to as "over sharing"...so grab a drink and get ready to live!

Yeah, so being pregnant is getting hard. And by hard I actually mean slightly annoying. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m creating life as we speak, and that’s awesome and awe-inspiring and stuff, but for the most part, I think that at this point if I could just have a pregnancy on like, a layaway option, wherein after rendering 9 months worth of payments I could just go pick up the kid? Well, I think I’d go with that option.

For example, the drinking thing. Yes (MOM), I know it’s immature to keep talking about how much I miss vodka sodas. It IS. Because at the end of this whole thing I’ll get a baby and not having drinks for 9 months will seem like a worthy sacrifice. It is a worthy sacrifice. But I’m always surprised when women who have been pregnant are all, “Oh my gosh! You MISS it? It just did NOT sound good to me.” My response to that?

“Then lady, you didn’t like it like I like it. Period.”

Another reason that this pregnancy thing has been slightly annoying is that I’ve had weird things happen. For example, I learned that my umbilical cord (apparently that’s the thing that connects me to the baby!?! Every day I learn something new…) only has two vessels flowing between me and the baby. Most umbilical cords have three vessels. My doctor said this isn’t a big deal, but when I asked her if it was like having my baby on slim fast she didn’t really disagree. She was quick to point out, however, that despite this new development the baby has still managed to grow at an alarming rate, weighing in the 90th percentile. I WONDER WHY, PAUL.

Also, my right ovary has developed a little side kick. Well not totally little. It’s more like a baseball sized tumor side kick. I envision my right ovary as the “black sheep” ovary of the family that has like, a Hispanic accent, a few tattoos and who keeps bringing carnies home for dinner. It’s that ovary that says “Say hello to my little friend” (I can’t say that without it sounding Hispanic, so that’s why I think it’s of Hispanic ethnicity) to the radiologist every time she covers my stomach with goop to say hi.

This specialist doctor who specializes in ovary side kicks is not concerned with this thing…other than that it could twist, burst, or result in an early c-section where he’d remove my ovary, its little friend, and the baby all at once. I’m thinking if I’m really going to have a 16 lb baby this might not be so bad. So I got that going for me, which is nice.

Oh! And I’m suddenly getting morning sickness. So that’s a new development too. I’m enjoying it. Paul is enjoying hearing about it.

And yes, I totally owe you guys some baby bump pics. Why you are all fascinated with seeing me grow into a pregasaurus I’m not sure, but I’m willing to oblige, so stay tuned!

In the meantime, I’m actually starting to get excited about where this little babes will be setting up shop for the next few years after he/she makes its grand appearance. Check out this nursery that I plan on trying to copy in under $15 dollars:

Think I can pull it off?

Right now this room is the bane of my existence, so I’ve got my work cut out for me, for sure. Buttttttt, maybe it will be cool? No? What do you all think? (By that I mean only tell me if you like it.)


  1. For a second, when you were describing "the little friend" I thought you were describing Lucas. You know, the tattoos, hispanic-ness, just minus the carnies. Forever, minus the carnies.

  2. I absolutely love it! It may be more like $16 but I totally have faith that you can pull it off.

  3. So, a couple of things...one: hoping everyday that you and your little one wake up everyday happy and healthy...hope the "intruder" is benign, lazy, and results in nothing more than a blog topic. 2. The decorations in your dream baby room are false advertising, you're mind and hands will accomplish greater things...and I say false because it only looks that good until baby comes home ;) and, also, can't wait to say hello to your little friend--ie: the baby! Another congrats, will keep you in our thoughts and prayers and...I'll pour some out for you homey--Kelli couldn't wait for a margarita--you are not alone!

  4. Oh, man! I thought for a second that you had actually already MADE that nursery, and I hated you a teeny bit.

    This is the kind of blog post that I appreciate the most about pregnancy. I like to know the nitty-gritty, not the "Oh man, after they're in your arms, everything is perfect!" (Although I like that too, just not exclusively).

    I'm crossing fingers for benign. And for the health of both of you, and that you can stop being sick. NOT COOL.

    You made me laugh out loud very hard, which I actually rarely do, at the "I WONDER WHY, PAUL." part. Perfect timing. :)

  5. I'm just going to post a ditto to jolynn. And add that you could totally do that nursery. It's adorable and I love that it's not specifically pink, blue, yellow, or green.

  6. I have awarded you the Versatile Blogger Award because I think you rock. http://lilycontadino.blogspot.com/2011/08/versatile-blogger.html


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