I'm Alive!

Well, I have a pulse.

This is me just checking in to make sure everyone knows I have not fallen off the face of the earth- at least not completely. Life has been a little less getting out and a lot more vegging out lately. I've never been one to hold back on the details, but I think it will suffice to say this past week has probably been one of my most "feeling pregnant" moments to-date. Some say hormones peak during week 11 or 12 of your pregnancy, and based on how I felt that could most definitely be an accurate statement. Combined that with some of my busiest days at work and of course the tempting beautiful weather outside to make things that much better, I have slept on average 11 hours each day over the last week. When in doubt, go to bed? Seems to have worked for me so far.

So what is new besides all that? Baby bump is still in hiding for the most part. If you know me really well you may think I have eaten a little too many brownies (mmm that sounds good), but if you haven't seen me in a few years you may not think much at all (I am still putting off taking that infamous baby bump picture). I have, however, acquired my pubescent acne that I never had in my teenage years. Seriously I look like a 14 year old girl. A little frustrating and at times embarrassing, yes. I promise I still wash my face people. And well, even though this week marks the end of the first trimester, I am still a nervous mother hen about how our little one is developing. Did I mention I would buy my own ultrasound machine if a) it was even remotely affordable and b) my husband would let me (I think he knows better than I do that it would do more harm than good). I did, however, decide to start a new habit to make things a little more joyful and less worrisome. I have been playing music to my tummy with our Ipad (yes I am weird, you've always known that about me) and it feels much stranger than it sounds, but imagining a little person getting to enjoy a good tune just brings a smile to my face. That is until Chris brought up that I probably had it on way too loud since sound is magnified inside of me. Thanks babe! Back to worrying that I have blown out my child's eardrums. Ugh. But I can't blame him for worrying just a little, given my nonstop mama mind these days. I have been soo incredibly busy at work lately (which can be a huge advantage while pregnant) that I have had very little time to think about being pregnant. In fact, I even get caught off guard when people approach me at work to ask me how I am feeling. How horrible to admit I had a short term memory lapse and forgot for a few minutes that I was even pregnant? But the ride home makes up for that and by the time my hubby walks in the door from work he is bombarded with everything baby. Poor guy. It can't be a soothing feeling for a man, a husband, and a soon-to-be father to walk in the door from a long day at work to have your wife spitting out every possible "need to avoid", "know how" or "must have" about babies. Please say a prayer for his sanity. I love him and want him to meet our child :).

Stay tuned for my all-things-baby post. My brain is on overload with the never ending baby bottles, boppys, bugaboos, and bedding! How will I ever choose?