June 24, 2010


Well, at keeping up with this blog anyway....

Work has been...well, busy. A good problem to have when you are self-employed but a bad problem to have when you're 11 weeks pregnant and all you want to do is sleep. Being in the second trimester, I find that I don't want to sleep at 2:00pm anymore...but when 8:00pm rolls around and my belly is nice and full from dinner...well, it's lights out for this kiddo. I'm actually enjoying going to sleep before the sun goes down...and I've even managed to sneak in an extra few hours of sleep in the morning too. My my, how things have changed from a year ago when I was waking at 4am to study for the CPA exam or get ready to go into work early.

On the baby front, I'm now officially 15 weeks. Yahoo for time moving so quickly...I guess. I feel like one day I'm going to look up and I'll be 37 weeks and wonder where the time has gone. I'm trying to stop and smell the roses (and always hoping that those roses are planted right next to a public restroom - didn't someone tell me that this peeing-all-the-time-thing was disappear soon?), but with the new business + the old business...well, life seems to get in the way of slowing down a bit. Hopefully, that will all change in the next two weeks when we have a couple of new folks coming on to take over alot of the things that I've been doing for the last three weeks. And then I can focus on baby...and home...and getting ready for that big day.

I've decided that I do want to know the sex of the baby. Troy keeps discouraging me (although he was on board to find out all along)...I guess he knows me too well and thinks and that I might be disappointed if I find out early, rather than waiting...25 more weeks. Well, I am here to tell you all: I WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED TO FIND OUT EARLY. Why didn't someone tell me that picking out baby names would be nearly impossible if you're trying to do it for both genders??? And baby clothes...well, if we aren't finding out the sex then there really is no reason to walk through the clothing racks at Babies R Us...because FYI: they don't make gender neutral clothing. At all. So, today is my 34th birthday and all I asked Troy for was to take me up the street to First Glimpse and let me find out if it's a boy or a girl. Well, I also asked for a new garbage disposal. So, we'll see what I actually get.

I've totally given up running and opted for brisk walks, which, by the way, are occurring less than often than I'd like. But, they are occurring. Living in a place where it is 100 degrees on a good day and 100% humidity everyday is hard. I try to tell myself "well, at least you don't have to run in this insane weather," but even that doesn't sell me on taking a walk. I did go back to the track on Tuesday night. I just needed to be around runners. I needed to be around all those people sweating off 7 pounds in an hour while they ran intervals of 1600, 1200, and 1000 meters. I just needed to feel like I belonged in that world. And while I just walked a few miles, and watched them all gasping for breath...well, I actually found myself missing it. On some crazy level, I actually missed the pain of running in that weather...the pain of not feeling like I was going make my times for the 1600...the pain of just being there suffering with everyone else. I am so looking forward to 2011 when I get back to this running thing.

Well, that's it for me. Getting bigger although the increased size in my chest masks any size change in my belly...maybe I'll get around to posting some pictures in the next few weeks. I hear that one day I'll wake up and be as big as a house...ummm...okay.

Have a great Thursday!


Amber said...

First Glimpse is awesome. We went there with my 2nd child at 16 weeks. I wish I had gone with my 1st. They spend so much more time with you than the ultrasound tech does at your 20 week appt.

Anne said...

Happy Birthday, Amy! I guess they don't make onesies and jumpers in yellow and green anymore - just pink and blue? Then again, I remember my girls wearing a lot of yellow their first three months and me having to tell people they were girls. And, yes, names are difficult and particularly if family gets involved.