Shit people say..

It's amazing to think were in our 8th month already, one baby Brady.. comin' up! :)

Honestly, up until the last month or so it really has flown by.. such a breeze. lol! JK ;) But now the back issues, intense upper rib pain, sleepless nights & days that are never ending... things are becoming more difficult.  I guess my little man is prepping me for the sleepless nights ahead, he is just so considerate. Definitely gets that after his mommy, sorry dad.

Speaking of things getting more difficult.. Patrick and I went shopping the other day for baby Brady. PBKids, what-what? (insert hands-up motion here)! Anyway, we decided to check out Foot Locker for some new running (let's be serious, walking) shoes for me. Well, needless to say I was being stared at like I had a third nipple on my forehead! Getting my foot up on my lap so I could put my shoe on, was a real task. I had to take breaks, you think I'm kidding. Patrick seeing me struggle, "do you need help?" Me being the stubborn-ass that I am, wanted to do it on my own. Finally, 5 mins and countless pity smiles later - I said screw the shoes - not out loud of course, cause I was too out of breath. I was defeated by some ugly nikes, that's when you know you've hit bottom. lol, jk.

Actually I think rock bottom was when Patrick left me for an evening with his boss. After shopping, making myself dinner, and then trying to relax.. i found myself on Facebook (shocker, right?). Well I of course went through some photos, and of course got to my wedding albums. Pregnancy rule #1: Do not, under any circumstance look at your pre-pregnancy self in photos. Well after say 400+ photos later, I found myself a tad bit upset. And when i say a tad-bit I mean, my husband came home to find me buried under blankets and pillows sobbing like Jim Carrey just tore my birds head off.

Poor Patrick has seen many of those moments lately. Like Sunday, for example, we were going to go to the gym.. and my cute gym tops no longer fit. So I had to ask to borrow one from him, never thought I'd see the day. Well, we're almost out the door, and I catch a glimpse of my super-sized self.. (the shake came with this fry) I say, "Im actually not going to go.." Patrick, not sure what happened, since were literally walking out the door.. asks why? (Here come the water-works..) I didn't want to see people like that, not only was I mis-matched (a fashion no-no), but looked as if I just got kicked off the 'Biggest Loser'. Needless to say, my fabulous husband talked me off the 'i'm so fat, I could kill all skinny people so i don't look fat' ledge and we went to the gym. Good thing I didn't see any skinny girls at the gym. (Avoid eye-contact, ladies!)

So the belly is getting out of control, to put it lightly. I just cant contain it anymore, lol. And its becoming more and more obvious and expanding out by the day, I can't even get used to it. Knocking it into things, catching myself tipping over. Pregnancy has it's really embarrassing moments.. like when you go to lean over to wash your hands in a public bathroom.. then look up to see your belly just sat in a pool of water and you now have an obvious strip of water at the base of the belly right before a big meeting. That's me.. Ta-daa!

Thankfully it's only noticeable from the front (and of course the side) that I'm pregnant. Or at least I hope. I only think this because every morning I walk up about 10 flights of stairs to work.. and up until a month ago I could do it without stopping, but now I get winded by 80-85 stairs, and I either slow down or stop for a break. WELL on one fine morning, I was walking up and then toward the top, I slowed down and was taking my time for the last 10 stairs. And this man behind me says, "Come-onn you're almost thereeee!" I whipped my head around, ready to throw him down the 90 stairs he just came from.. stepped over to let him pass me and said "You try it at 7 months pregnant!!!" Before I could get the words out, he noticed the belly and his face dropped in shame. I was surely slow for a reason and when he apologized, I just gave him the 'Say one more word, and I will cut you!' look. And I went about my day. I guess on the up-side my back side looks pretty good, and by pretty good i mean not pregnant. lol!

It's not as bad as what happened this morning. . I was at starbucks with my girlfriend Jackie. I've probably gotten 5 hours of total sleep in 3 nights, so Im exhausted to say the least. Went to grab my quarter-caf vanilla latte. When a lady looked at me (and had the nerve to say) "Coffee, really?!" (pointing to my belly). I said, "Yea, really!" smiled and walked away. What I should have said was "Yea, I would have gotten some crack too, but your mother was all out!"* What nerve does this lady have to comment on anything I do, shes not a doctor. If my doctor says I can have a cup of coffee or two a day, whats-it-to-ya! Pregnancy rule #2 - don't be afraid to slap a bitch when she needs it. Haha! Only half kidding, or in my case quarter-kidding! LOL. Now where''s my bottle of tequila? ;)

With all the craziness and fun stories to share, we are super ready for our little man to come! Thanks to our amazing Baby shower, he has everything he needs for his arrival. And his room is all ready, clothes are clean, drawers are filled, diapers are stocked and most importantly mama wants to get out of this fat suit, jk. lol. We're patiently waiting as he gets big and strong! Although I think he is running out of room in there, based on the jabs and constant pushing on my right rib, I think he's making it his own in there. Lately he has been doing this new move, he winds up and does a double-kick causing my whole belly to shake. He must like the sensation or just likes to hear me yelp each time! He takes after his daddy there, likes to make me squirm! 

 
Speaking of daddy, I have to give him a BIG shout-out... He is the most patient and understanding husband I could ever ask to share this journey with. What a lucky woman I am! Ok, enough mushiness.. NOW bake me a cake, babe! lol. (jk - go buy one, lets be serious.. baking isn't your forte).  

Til next time, all. xoxo.

  
*Thank you, James S.!