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What's in a name?

I'm feeling the pressure of the baby. Not internally like you might be guessing, but externally through everyone's questions. Do you know the sex? Do you have names picked out? Do you know exactly what your baby will be doing on January 17th? Ok, so I made the last one up, but it feels like there are so many questions that I think my head might explode. And at this point we don't have a lot of answers.

When are you due? That's KINDA an easy one. Technically, I'm due November 15th. But since this will be a scheduled c-section, it will be a week or 2 before that. So basically I don't even have an answer to that.

The one question with the most pressure attached to it is the name question. We hit a home run the first time- Carter Daniel. How can you do better than that? Impossible. So there is even more pressure now.

I decided the best way to go about choosing a name is using a complex 3-step process. 1) Find out the sex in one week, 2) buy a baby name book, and 3) pick out a name. I thought I would get ahead of myself a bit while I was at Wal-mart and looked at the baby name books. For one thing they are like a thousand dollars. Ok, so like $11 but I'm just using it once! Plus, they all have 10,001 names. And that is me NOT exaggerating- who needs 10,001 name options??? Not me. That would take me until the baby is born to get through it! I need like a book of like 5 options. I guess that pretty much puts us at a name stand-still.

I will keep you updated on my struggles.
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Before I get busy...

Happy Father's Day to all the dads out there! I had to get that in before things get crazy this weekend. Pool today, some office work, Grandpa and Grandma Graves coming to visit tomorrow and Sunday morning, then payroll Sunday (and Fathers Day!). Next weekend is equally busy but I love it! Have a good one!

(Plus a random cute pic.)
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Rainy day

Not much going on today. Its the kind of day when 2 hour naps happen and books that have been neglected get finished. I love these kinds of days.
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Boy or girl?

When I was pregnant with Carter I really did not care whether I was going to have a boy or girl. I just wanted a healthy baby. And so I had a maniac boy. Well, I wish I could say that again I am impartial as to what the sex of this baby will be. But, as hard as I try, I find myself hoping for a little girl. Why? I'm not quite sure. We have had a great time with Carter and little boys are so much fun. Plus, we KNOW we make EXTREMELY cute boys. But a little girl sounds so fun! And I keep trying to make myself believe that this will be a girl (but my gut says boy). Then tonight I went to get crab rangoon from China Palace. The lady there asked if I was having a boy or girl. I said that we don't know yet. So she says "Ooooh, look like boy to me." So we shall see. 2 weeks from Monday.

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Like Butter

So I was on a roll with my posts until..... my phone broke. Or to be EXACT, Carter dropped it and the screen cracked. As soon as I get my new phone I will be posting more again (that is the easiest way to do it!). Keep checking!

My lovely baby bump, check it out

Last night we had a dance party. By "we" I mean Darek, Carter and I. We played some songs to shake your booty to. This included "My Humps" by Fergie. (I actually can't remember if it was during her solo part or if it was Black Eyed Peas, but I digress.) It has been stuck in my head ever since, and of course the title of this post has that to thank.

I am actually not really feeling like I have a lovely baby bump. Sure its cute now and then. But the ever so often belly comments make it hard to like it. Let me give some examples: "Are you sure there is just one baby in there?" That one is most often delivered by people I know well. "You are due WHEN?" Meaning you think I am much larger than I should be. "Whoa, you have a long way to go!" Also meaning that I am larger than you think I should be.

But, really, who judges how big a pregnant woman should be? I have never received any of these comments from a fellow pregnant woman, or recently postpartum. I would say they would have the most right as they are experiencing the same thing/just went through pregnancy. But most of the comments come from older (than me) people. And when a stranger says one of those grit-my-teeth-and-smile comments, about 85% of the time it is an overweight person. I can always think of lots of snarky comebacks, but my nerve escapes me and I just smile.

I constantly try to think of ways to word it when people ask me how far along I am. I am almost 17 weeks. That one is usually followed by one of the comments. I may start using "I am 5 months" because technically I am- I am through with 4 full months and am starting my 5th. Or maybe "I've been pregnant for 2856 hours".
That might confuse people enough to shut them up for a bit. :)
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Takin' it easy

Carter and I are just lounging today. Taking it easy. Soakin' up the air conditioning. And trying to keep Carter from touching me (that is my super sunburnt leg above- my legs and arms are fried and really sore!). Have a good Memorial Day!

Test 1, 2, 3

I signed my cellular device up so I could blog from it. Let's see if this works. (Plus there will be lots more typos so fun for you!)

This is the aftermath from last night.

It went pretty much the same as the terrible night before. Except we were lucky enough to have it start at 12:30am this time. I usually don't get to bed until after 11 and it takes me FOREVER to fall asleep. So at 12:30 I was finally getting my doze on. Then I hear the pitter patter of little feet (I thought that was supposed to be a good thing! No one warned me that the pitter patter meant I was being woken up!).

Now, once again, Carter is between us, feet firmly planted in my spine (if I was to flip over the other way they are in a much worse place that frequently gets elbowed or punched, etc.). And, like the night before he starts tossing and turning. Vowing not to let him win, I patted and rubbed his back and patted some more. All until about 3:45am. He won.

So, since I was up and was defeated, I took him back to his bed. I sat on the floor by it, and he lay in his bed. He would look up every few minutes to see if I was there. "Go back to sleepies, Carter." And he would lay down for a few more minutes. Slowly, I noticed that he was getting more and more tired. Then at 4:33 (halelujah!) He fell asleep. I told myself I would wait until 4:40 then go back to bed. I waited until 4:43.

Did you know the birds start singing at 4:51?

The Bedroom

Most people do not feel the need to discuss what goes on in their bedroom. I, however, am not most people. I feel that I MUST discuss our bedroom situation. You see, this morning I am typing this with what feels like sand under my eyelids. Not much sleep occurred in our bedroom last night. Let's do a recap, but first how about a drawing (a very high tech non-blurry drawing at that).

I ask you to notice Figure A. This square represents my pillow. It was placed nicely and completely on the bed until approximately 1:30 am. At that point, a small child around the age of 22 months, came into our room wanting to sleep in our bed. Now, as a very tired mom, I am fine with him crawling into bed because that means he will just go back to sleep quickly. And this was the case last night. He fell asleep quickly, I fell asleep quickly, and Darek, well he always falls asleep quickly. So, at 1:30 am I had to move my pillow to where it was about 47% off the bed so Carter could have "his space". You will also notice that I have a belly. This was to be expected as I am expecting, but it is still uncomfortable and causes sleeping complications.

Let's move on to Figure B. This would be the same 22 month old as mentioned above. Why would I make a 22 month old the same size as I am? Have you met Carter? He is a good-sized child and takes up as much room as a pregnant 26 year old woman. And what is going on with his feet, you might be asking? They are located squarely into my spine. If they were in my spine and not moving, that would be tolerable. But, these feet dig and kick and all kinds of other things that cause me to not be able to walk in the morning. .

On to Figure C. This is my loving husband, Darek. We have been married for 5 whole years as of TODAY. Its been wonderful. But this must be reported regardless of the fact that it is our anniversary. He takes up 60% of the bed. His head sometimes even wanders onto MY pillow when Carter is not between us. I'm thinking a restraining order.

And last but not least, Figure D. This is the one that really gets me. Figure D represents Darek's #3 pillow. We both have 2 pillows under our heads, and I have one that sometimes I place between my knees to keep my hips from hurting. But Darek takes his #3 pillow and places it next to him on the bed. Let me say this so you will get it: THE PILLOW HAS MORE ROOM THAN I DO! It somehow manages to stay in exactly that position (fully on the bed, mind you) while my pillows, my feet and my belly are often hanging off the bed. But pillow #3 never has to wake up to hands asleep or feet numb from hanging over the bed. No, it gets its own space.

This is all a nightly thing. Last night was made worse by the fact that the 22 month old child woke up at like 3 and wouldn't go back to sleep, forcing me to pat him for hours. And now he is trying to pry my hands off of the computer. But this is my therapy for the day and let's hope the day is better because of it.