More cushion for the pushin'

So as I approach the 3rd trimester in just a few days, I think its time to invest in some maternity tops! I have been able to get away with standard tops until now. Although I'm rotating the only same 6 shirts that still fit, flowy blouses and leggin's - you rock!

But I get discouraged not only with spending the money on fat-clothes but what really chaps my ass is the fact that these 'maternity models' are not even pregnant. I mean c'mon.. who are they trying to fool? I just get mad shopping online because I see these skinny-brats with their little pillow stuffed under their shirt, sun-kissed tan, and little waste & hips, "Biiiatch, I know you just got off the beach with your skimpy bikini drinking a mai-tai, skinny ass"- You're not foolin me! Is it normal to hate everyone whose skinny? Cause I do. lol. As my husband would say, "Babe, you're not fat - you're pregnant." It's all the same to me, haha. Not to mention my hips are wider than ever before, Dr. says they have to get ready for the baby to get through. I'm OK fine - well then why do my thighs have to get bigger too? Is that for cushion for the baby to come out? More cushion for the pushin', now I know they were talking bout us preggos? 

SO not only do I have to shop online and start at these skinny posers, has anyone seen maternity wear lately, its frumpy and dumpy! Im like we already look fat, can we at least look stylish? I have to shop in the UK to even get some cute dresses and tops - shh, dont tell my husband. I'm not sure how Im going to slip these packages into the new apartment without him knowing. Especially cause I wear the same 6 things over and over - hes likely to see a change. I cant pull off the "This? So old, Its from my fat college days.. can you believe it fits?!" Ill just bust out the tears - he's been pretty good at letting things go once I start crying like a kid in church.  I'm just prepping him for whats to come in the next few months - you're welcome babe.

So the new apartment is great, although the move was a real treat this week. We had been packing for a good week or two, who knew we had accumulated so much crap over the 5.5 years we lived at 770. But boy did we, and when I say we .. I say 'things I just had to have, in the back of a closet with dust on them'. Such as 4.5 or so years ago, we were in Punta Cana for his sisters wedding and we stopped off at a gift shop. I just had to have these leather coasters that sat in a leather boat with 'Punta Cana' written on it. Patrick, of course saying we dont need it and its a waste of money. After arguing in the store and not getting my way, I run outside to cry and pout cause we werent going to have any memories from Punta Cana, like the 450 pictures i took werent enough. But when his dad approached him and said, "Son, sometimes its just better to say OK and let them have it." So Patrick purchased them and we got on the bus and I was a giddy school girl. Well, those coasters I just had to have, Patrick found in a closet, leather hard as rocks and literally dustier then your running shoes, "Remember these?" I of course forgot we had them, haha, needless to say after another discussion - were keeping them to remind me of my shopping issues. lol. They're in a box, I guess ill be reminded of it when I am unpacking again in a couple years. I guess I was crazy before I got pregnant too, but then I at least got to blame it on the alc..alc..alcohol! (remember that song?)

In addition to the weight gain, anger toward skinny people, and consistent craziness I'm always tired too. So you could imagine, how Patrick was feeling when Id pack a box and sit down for 20 min's, pack a box and sit. He was a great husband and didn't say anything - probably cause he didn't want to poke the sleeping bear. But even packing just a few boxes I was exhausted. So I took a nap one day. After a couple hours, I woke up to make dinner and pack some more. After only a few hours of being awake, we went to bed. We were laying there and hes talking up a storm, which is typically me at night but I was so tired from all the packing and resting I was doing. Finally I said, "Babe, Im sorry - Im really tired. Can we go to bed.. ". He responds, "How are you tired, you slept most the day?" I snapped "IM MAKING A BABY!" He kindly responds, "Lets not toot our own horn here." I don't know if he gets it..

Sleep is far from consistent these days - my little boy acts as if hes practicing taebo in there, treats it like his own personal kick boxing studio. So I wake up from time to time during the night and early mornings. This is a pretty daily occurrence. So it annoys me when I look over and my handsome husband is sleeping ever so nicely. So sometimes I try to wake him up in the most discrete way, although if the discrete way doesn't work - I just do what I did the other night. So I'm laying there, staring at him sleep as if his son isnt beating up my insides. And oh so softly I tap his pillow, like a cat, purrrr. Nothing. So I do it softly again, soft tap on his pillow. Nada. So being my impatient self, I give it a ol' hard push and tap. He wakes up, looks at me and I say "Hii".  Lets just say, he wasn't up for a chat. So after a few nights of kicking him cause i had a "twitch", or coughing cause I had a "hair-ball", and cuddling cause "I'm cold".. I now just let the poor guy sleep. He's less cranky that way. So me and my little head-butter just do our own thing from 4-6a. lol.


Speaking of my handsome husband.. I'm getting the idea that he thinks his sons room is going to be a little man cave for all the things I don't want/have space for in the apt. Like pictures of Detroit, random sports memorabilia and this awful bronze baseball player statue he got on one of his man dates with Joey. "But Joey gets to have his out!" So right now it's on the book shelf in the baby's room, which is still a cluster - so we shall see if it stays. Thanks Joey Case. Speaking of 'thanking Joey Case' The most recent is for Grover's first birthday party, It was Ravens themed event from the balloons down to the New Orleans street names on the walls, clever. Although genius, he didn't fool me - someone say Superbowl party? A lot easier to get 'birthday party' idea past the wife, lol.  So as my husband commented on the 'great' decor every 5 mins, I choose to keep my 'dont even think about it' comment to myself and I quietly thanked my lucky stars the Lions have a slim chance in going to the superbowl - so I shouldn't be too concerned. LOL.

Well as we are creeping on 27 weeks, I am starting to get the nesting syndrome everyone talks about. Poor Patrick has a honey-do list the size of California. Paint the baby's room is the next to-do. So we need to get to work on the room itself, right now its our storage/box room which just wont cut it for much longer. Although the room is a disaster, his closet is coming along quite nicely. He's got a bunch of outfits to match Daddy's. Would you expect anything less from my husband who has more clothes than a Nordstrom warehouse and I who has a serious shopping addiction... :) So having his little closet set up - somehow gives me piece of mind. Even when my husband pulls out a dusty ol' nick-nack and says "Babys room?". Ahh boy or should I say ahhhh boys. I'm going to have my hands full with these Brady boys, I just know it.

Onto kicking my 3rd trimesters ass..