The woes of pregnancy

So I am now 16 1/2 weeks pregnant and still the lame sickness hasn't ended. I warned people that I am a very complaining pregnant person, but I'm sure no one was prepared. This has been the worst! Sick every day at least at some point, usually ate night around bedtime, but often all day long as well. I go to bed at night just to get some relief from the nausea. Smells and sinus drainage make me vomit on a semi-regular basis, which of course is TMI, but that's the beauty of having my own blog. :) I wish being pregnant gave me the right to tell guys that there is no need to dump the entire bottle of cologne on themselves. I also wish I could tell guys that, despite the Axe commercials, spraying massive amounts of Axe on yourself will NOT cause women to attack you in elevators or sniff your armpits after a Motorcross competition.  So please cut back. Women, you are generally okay, but please don't hug me because I will now smell like you for the rest of the day which will cause me to gag more than once. Its not that you smell BAD, its just....well, there is such thing as moderation and its a blessed thing!
I have also enjoyed getting bigger quicker with this 3rd pregnancy because the comments I get from people are so wonderfully uplifting and fantastic. My favorite was the lady at my Zumba 2 training this past Sunday who asked me how far along I was, to which I answered 16 weeks. She then proceeded to tell me how much bigger I am than her 25 year old daughter who is also 16 weeks but isn't even showing yet. "In fact," she said, "I just knew you were going to say how much further along you are because you are just so BIG compared to her!" To which I replied "Oh it must be her first. This is my 3rd. I taught aerobics bearing my midriff for the first almost 6 months of my first pregnancy, so just wait til she has a few more, it will just pop on out there!" Meanie. Okay I was being mean, too, but for crying out loud, is it really all necessary? I have pregnant friends who are getting the same thing and they look great--why is it ever okay to say anything other than "You look AMAZING!" to a pregnant woman? My only revenge is to lose it all afterwards. Hopefully.
Also, the food cravings are out of control these days! I mean, remember my Diet Coke-bashing blog a few months ago? Yeah, it was definitely my drink of choice for several weeks there, much to my dismay! But water made me gag! And I had run out of Perrier, which was my drink of choice for the weeks prior to that. It was pickle juice from the jar before that, though, so I feel that I've come a long way! haha. I also found myself picking off burnt cheese from the pan I baked my family's chicken in last night. What the crap--? And many of my friends and fam know about my Lenny's Pepper Relish purchase ("Oh no, sir, I don't want this dinky little $5 jar, give me the $20 gallon-jar please") but the other night I literally had to stop myself from going into Olive Garden and purchasing a bottle of their store Italian dressing....to DRINK. Oh the madness...

So all in all, I hate my body when I'm pregnant, I hate the fact I gag and spit all day long and when I cough it is so loud that Haven will say "Bless you Mom" from the other room, I hate the wacko dreams that wake me up at night, and I can't stand the fact that my skin resembles that of a 15 year old and this will strongly affect my fashion statements when sleeveless comes to town....but the thing that is more powerful than all of that hate? The fact that in just a few months I will be holding one of God's greatest miracles in my arms and it will have all been forgotten. Isn't that the beauty of it all?

Late Night TV

This blog entry is actually in response to a very good blog written by my sister-in-law Anna regarding the recent Leno/Conan fiasco at NBC. Though I wouldn't consider myself an avid viewer of any late night tv shows, I have watched both of these gentlemen and its clear that Conan is naturally very funny and Leno, though famous enough to always have the BEST guests on his show and several good segments within the show, is just as Anna quoted my brother as saying, "Leno is only as funny as his writers allow him to be". This is so true. So here is my response to Anna's blog, literally cut and pasted from her comment section. Plus I was feeling guilty for not having written a blog entry in a while. And if I did, it would be about all-day morning sickness or something lame like that, so I decided on this, which is a slightly lesser degree of lame. Thanks for reading!

My response to Anna's Blog entry "I'm With Coco" at www.myfirstfriendandme.blogspot.com: 

I agree and I agree! Though when given the choice, I almost always choose Leno over Letterman because of exactly what you said about Letterman's increased politics and cynicism and sometimes downright crudeness, its certainly not because of Leno's humor. His jokes are clearly forced, and even when funny, HE himself is just not that funny to me! I think Kevin Eubanks is the only one who laughs! lol. However, Conan is certainly one of the goofiest and genuinely hysterical people in late night TV (aside from Jimmy Fallon and Chelsea Handler--whom I love but I think I just totally ruined my 'crudeness' argument from a minute ago) and I hope this situation, though neither he nor Leno asked for it, will cause him to succeed instead of fail.
All that being said, I don't get to watch much tv, even late at night because I'm such a zombie by then, but I wish the whole situation had been handled dif by NBC, who clearly made a bad call in this decision! Ratings or not, Funny RULES and should be respected! lol.

30 and flirty and thriving...well sort of

Happy birthday to me! I heard someone say the 30s are the new 20s and now that I am officially a little over a week into my 30s, I must say that things are off to an exciting start! A brief recap: I had an awesome 30th birthday party thrown for me by my hubby and friends at my house and the theme was tacky Christmas. It was awesome!

I especially loved everyone's tacky Christmas outfits. I had also spent that morning sewing stockings for my fireplace with a special little edition that we announced at the party:

 
I had wrapped the 5th stocking and opened it as if it were one of my birthday gifts and said "Why look! Its a 5th stocking!" and of course it took a minute for everyone to catch on. However, when they realized it was a special announcement everybody got real excited! It was somewhat anticlimactic but I thought I was being quite clever. Now the stockings are monogrammed (except for the baby's stocking of course) and hanging on our mantel! I do need another stocking hanger though.

So Sunday we celebrated my birthday with the fam at Mom's house for a yummy taco lunch (complete with seasoned fake taco meat for me! woot!) and more presents and then the NEXT day was the big day! I was officially 30! I got breakfast in bed by my kids and hubby and then was off to the gym to take BodyCombat and then teach BodyPump. What a great way to start the day! I announced to my class we are having another baby, so that was fun. Angie came over while we were at the gym and so when we got home we hung out and Daniel brought us some yummy sushi--what a great birthday lunch!

That night, us and the Rays went to eat at TGIFridays and then grabbed Starbucks and headed to Southern Lights at the Central Park. Now that's what I call a fun birthday! :)  

 

Tuesday was a normal day, except I had a sub for my Zumba class so I could watch Haven's tumbling program at her school (Haven is in all black with zebra print bow and ruffles on her tights, she's the youngest in her class but I thought she did GREAT!):

So Tuesday proceeded to be normal, even did a good show in Oxford that night with some fun ladies...until the ride home. I was ALMOST home on Pleasant Hill near the Bridgetown levi when a large animal (at the risk of sounding crazy yet again, it was a wild hog or boar, people--I know what a raccoon/possum/deer/dog/coyote/armadillo looks like--this was none of those things!) was in the road and I swerved to save his (and my) innocent life! I then hydroplaned so I swerved back to the left and skid diagonally across Pleasant Hill towards the ditch on the other side. When my back tires hit the mud (it had been raining ALL day) my Trailblazer began to flip and roll down the ravine towards the trees. I do not know how many times I flipped, but at the time it seemed like a million! I could feel it happening in slow motion though I'm pretty sure my eyes were shut and I could feel debris and things inside my car just going through the air all around me, like when you shake a snow globe. When I finally came to a stop, I was facing the wrong direction but I was actually right side up! I remember thinking "Am I in shock???" because I could feel no immediate pain. I saw a light by my feet and saw that it was my cell phone so I called 911 immediately. The lady began asking if I was hurt and I was crying hysterically saying "No I'm not hurt but I need to know if my baby is okay!!"
Dispatcher: "Ma'am...please calm down...Where is your baby?"
Me: (sobbing as I turn around and look at Haven's disheveled carseat in the backseat) "Oh! My baby isn't with me! She's at home with her Daddy. She isn't with me!"
Dispatcher: "So there is not a baby in the car with you? Was there a baby in the car with you ma'am?"
Me: (still sobbing) "No, no, no, my kids are not with me!"
Dispatcher: "Ma'am please calm down. Are you hurt? Are you sure there is no baby?"
Me: (suddenly realizing what a moron I was sounding like) "Oh YES! The baby. is. in. my. belly!"
I am quite certain if that show "Rescue 911" still came on, I would be one of the nutcases they display on the show. Anyway, the ambulance picked me up, took me to the ER, they called Gary (very interesting the way they did this) and FINALLY performed an ultrasound to see if the baby was okay. 4 hours after the accident, they told us the baby was fine and I was free to go if I refused a CT scan, which I did. I had a big bump on my head and my rib was hurting but I was okay! The next few days, I had a terrible sore neck but bearable, but my rib kept getting worse. I have now decided with all my medical expertise that it must, indeed, be cracked. Or not.
The Trailblazer has been totaled and sent to vehicle heaven with busted windows, all 4 tires flat, and more mud inside than a redneck teenage boy gets on the outside of his truck going muddin'. And lots of jewelry is missing along with several birthday gifts, but these are easily replaceable, along with my jewelry showcases and Haven's carseat, which are no longer usable. 

So all this to say that I am very blessed indeed to be safe and my unborn child to be okay! Thanks to my husband who was a huge help around the house while I was laid up on the couch going crazy. And thanks to my friends and family who have prayed for me and helped encourage me! This situation could have been so much worse, but God has revealed yet again His awesome mercy in my life. Like one of my friends said on my facebook: "Your life is just one miracle after another!" and I totally agree! Praise the Lord!