Wednesday, July 29, 2009

I forgot to mention that I think it's a boy...for whatever reason, no idea if I'm even close to right or why I believe it is a boy. But today I came home from work, and as I was rolling the garbage can across the expanse of lawn to place it back behind the shed, I thought of all the possible future baseball (wiffleball) games that would take place there, and how I would come out and offer my 6-year-old and his friends lemonade and he would say, "Thanks, Mom" and it truly brought a smile to my face.

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Hmm. I just realized that I started this post right as Gilmore Girls was coming on. That was stupid of me. And Lorelai and Rory are opening a box of incredibly delicious looking cheese pizza and that act is sending waves of "you must go get pizza NOW" thoughts to my brain even though I'm PRETTY sure that all of the cravings I've had so far this pregnancy have merely been excuses to eat whatever the hell I feel like eating at the moment, as opposed to actual, honest-to-goodness food intake needs.

I hit 17 weeks yesterday and I am desperately wondering if the baby is a girl or boy. Jeff and I have been calling the poor little thing "it" for lack of the appropriate gender word, and that is seriously getting old. My baby is not an "it." He or she has a name, and I need to call him or her by that name so that I feel more attached and less like he/she is just a foreign object lodged in my stomach. We find out in 22 days and yes, I am willing to accept bets. ;)

I am still not really showing yet, except I look a little chunkier than usual and my regular pants are beginning to feel tight. I am looking forward to the day when my belly "pops" so that I feel less fat and more pregnant. I know, people think I am ridiculous for even saying that--"Tara, it's not fat--you're PREGnant" but it is hard to believe when you look in the mirror and see the Pillsbury Doughgirl staring back at you, as opposed to one of those adorable pregnant mommies with the pretty basketball bump and not an ounce of fat anywhere else. (Thanks, Heather, for that visual).

This summer flew by, mostly because the weather has been subpar and dismal and my bouts of morning sickness forced me to spend several weekends propped up by couch cushions and sustained by ginger ale and saltines (neither of which did anything to alleviate the nausea). I had a lovely time at girls' weekend in Vermont, and Jeff and I just came back from a relaxing long weekend at the Cape, but other than that, the days have been ticking away in the mundane fashion that they normally would. Which I suppose I should be thankful for since in just five months, we will have a BABY and we definitely have a lot to accomplish before January 4th arrives. Finalizing the name decision (we are set with our boy's name but not completely on our girl's name), choosing a nursery theme, registering for all sorts of baby contraptions that I currently probably don't even realize they exist, taking classes at the hospital, etc.

I know it will be an exciting time, and I am looking forward to every minute of it, but I guess all I'm saying is that to truly feel that this is all happening, I need to a) look the part; and b) find out if my baby is a boy or girl so we can start focusing on their future life with us. I have no idea how some people are able to hold out for 9 months without knowing!!! My friend Kara is due to have her baby in a week, and they decided to be surprised. I give her a lot of credit because I don't have the patience to wait 5 more months. It would be one thing if I grew up in my parents' generation, where finding out really wasn't an option, but this day and age, if instant gratification is available, I'm all for it.

I'll be sure to keep everyone posted with the news.