Spa Treatments, Hormones and Hiccups

Me and one of my preggo girlfriends decided we needed some pampering, so Saturday we spent the day getting our nails and toes done and getting preggo massages. It was fabulous. I highly recommend such services to other preggers out there. Just do what we did --- spend money you don’t have and enjoy every second of it! In other news, Preggers is slightly more psycho and bitchy these days. I’ve noticed that when I come upon Country or Christian radio stations, the urge to rip the stereo out of the car is even more intense than usual, and my patience for slow, bad and/or inconsiderate drivers is non-existent instead of low. The New York in me has come out a number of times, and I must admit that it’s not pretty. I’ve had to apologize to Bun a few times and remind him/her that sometimes Mommy uses adult words, but words that aren’t to be repeated. I’m Preggers, dammit - I have the right to be bitchy. Case in point: last night as we were falling asleep Bun got hiccups again. They were so intense that John could feel them, and he said, “How are you going to fall asleep with all of that going on in there?” Good question, Hub. Welcome to pregnancy. :)

Bun Says "No"

Well, apparently the little Whipper Snapper was not in the mood to be photographed yesterday, and was ready to fight about it. This is, believe it or not, the best photo we got, and it's the back of Bun's head and his/her left arm. The right hand is also in there - Bun is in perfect boxing position, ready to kick some ass. Alas, despite the disappointment about the pictures, Bun is doing well and we even got to see some peach fuzz hair coming in - all spikey, it was so cute. Heartbeat measured at 127 bpms and Bun weighs approximately 4 lbs. In other news, I'm ready to unleash Psycho Bitch on Babies R Us because we STILL do not have a changing table/dresser for Bun. It's a story that's too long to bore you with, but if you have a kid anytime in the near future, take my advice: DON'T ORDER THROUGH BABIES R US. They should be called Bitches R Us, or Morons R Us, or Pains in the Asses R Us. Sorry, just had to vent.

Bump Watch! 32 Weeks

Here we are, once again in our fuzzy socks and sweats. Cheers to 8 months! 32 weeks down, just 8 left to go. And how about that belly button? We need some Popper Stoppers PRONTO!Preggers is exhausted tonight so this is going to be short and sweet. I'll post the ONE photo of Bun we got during today's Ultrasound tomorrow. But don't get your hopes up - Bun was NOT COOPERATIVE. It's not a great photo, but all went well and we are, of course, grateful for that. A good photo would have been nice though. More tomorrow!

A Tip for Mommy and A New Development

So we've already established how NOT to buckle up baby, and John now knows that bench presses are off limits for a few years. Here is another pearl of wisdom from "Safe Baby Handling Tips" --- it looks like I'm going to have to wait to share a latte with Bun for awhile.

In other news, last night just as I was falling asleep, I noticed a strange feeling in my lower abdomen. At first I thought it was gas bubbles (these happen quite often in pregnancy), and then I actually thought (in my half-asleep mind) that Bun was trying to communicate via Morse Code. I realized, however, that the tappings/bubbles were timed about 3 seconds apart........HICCUPS! Bun had hiccups for a good 10 minutes or so, and it was all I could do not to start laughing. Yet another wild development in the pregnancy of Baby G.

Next week we get another Ultrasound (meaning more pictures!), so stay tuned. We also hit the 8 month mark on Tuesday, so a Bump Watch is also in the future. See you soon!

Childbirth Class

We took a Childbirth Class yesterday at our OB/GYN's office. It was a one-day, one shot deal, and we are both thankful for that. We got to tour the hospital, which was good for me because I'm a total visual person, and the rooms are actually pretty nice. But of course we also had to sit through two very in-your-face, very corny movies - one about "The Miracle of Child Birth" and the other about "Breastfeeding: A Special Relationship." Our instructor also told us about the hospital's lactation consultant, Nancy the Nipple Nazi (I'm not kidding), and we got to hear all about things that were uncomfortable just to listen to let alone actually think about experiencing. I'll leave you with a few of the terms we heard yesterday, just to give you a feeling for how we spent our Saturday: mucous plug, bloody show, episiotomy, stitches, diarrhea, tar-like stools, engorgement, ruptured membranes, afterbirth. We left both wanting a drink. At least John got to have one.....

Bump Watch! 30 Weeks

30 weeks! You know what that means - only 10 more weeks to go (we hope! Unless Bun has his/her Mommy's sense of time, in which case Bun might be a liiiiiiittle late.....) Oven Mom is still feeling good and feeling Bun move all the time. We had another doctor's check up yesterday and although my belly is, apparently, measuring a little "small" (if you can believe that one), everything is great. The doctor said I am having "the perfect pregnancy." The doctor is a man, however, so that's easy for HIM to say. But I really have had a pretty easy time of it. I would be lying if I told you I didn't have times when I looked down and went, "HOLY S*#! But I am continuously amazed by The Belly and The Bun inside it.

We Were Showered, All Right

My NY shower took place yesterday, and it was fabulous. People came from near and far, some driving as long as four hours just to be there. There is nothing like walking into a room and knowing every face there and feelin' the love right away. Our [borrowed] truck (thanks, Geno) was filled to the gills with gifts for Bun when we left yesterday, and we had so much fun going through everything again last night. I should also note that Big Brother Miles inspected and examined nearly every gift, but didn't try to claim any for himself. I think he knows they are for Bun. And what a spoiled little Bun he/she is, so lucky to have such wonderful people love him/her already. THANK YOU for everything all of you did. You know who you are and you know we love you, many times over. XOXO

Mommy's Pimping a New Ride

Pretty soon, the Gordon Family will grow
from three members to four.
Which means we'll need more room....
and a car with one more door.

So off we went for a new SUV
to fit Big Daddy, Bun, Miles and Me.

And this is what we got!
You have to admit, it's pretty hot.

Each day we get closer to being ready for The Bun.
Just 10 more weeks until it's Daddy, Mommy, and Miles, plus one!

A Tip for and an Ode to Big Daddy

Well, it looks like lifting weights with Dad is going to have to wait a while. I know John will be anxious to get our little Whipper Snapper into the gym (and on to the court), but bench presses are, apparently, a few years down the road yet. In the meantime, however, Little Bun's Big Daddy has been preparing his ass off for his son/daughter's arrival. From re-organizing things to building storage space to giving up his beloved Big Black Ford F250 so that we could get an SUV for Bun to orchestrating a refinance to accompanying me on trips to Babies R Us (which I know he LOVED....) to putting things together, Big Daddy has been an outstanding help to Oven Mommy. I know this is just the beginning of the many great things he will do for Bun. Such a lucky little Bun, he/she is. And he/she doesn't even know it yet. Then again, maybe he/she does.....Much Love, Big Daddy ---- Your Oven Mom and Baby Bun