I'm about 22 weeks pregnant...with a boy....
I apparently forgot to mention this before in the um...6 posts of my blahg life.
I think I'm 22wks...It could be off by one.
Seriously, it's my second pregnancy and I'm barely keeping track of this one. I have the time to read stuff, but what's the point? Things don't usually go as expected. My last birth was a friggin scary ass carnival ride...So what's to prepare for? I'll let the first time mommas soak up the drama.
It has been rough. More pains, more nausea, more toilet ring around my head, but things have settled down for the most part. So as long as I'm not throwing up, I'm happy to just cruise along with this one and pretend to be surprised in January when he's pops out.
The Bear is pretty upset about not having a sister. I mention many times through the day about his brother coming, but sometimes he pulls this schtick, "WHAAAT? A BROTHER???" Typical 3 year old sarcasm.
And the Hubs is bragging to his friends about how out of touch he's been with this pregnancy...Dude, stop showing off to your friends that you don't even see anymore. He was never in touch with the first one. Doofus.
Anyways, enough attention...Hubs is on vacation this week and I need some vacation from his vacation. Having a hubby home when he's gone all the time is like adding another kid to mix. I can barely handle it. The whining...the hunger...the "What are we doing today?" questions over and over again.
I leave you with the Bear's bowling face...He means business.
Posts
