i don't think it's normal for someone to get sick as often as i do in a calendar year. it just ain't right.

i've started packing stuff up, getting ready for our big move. oh, no, we still haven't found a house; we're postponing our search until the end of the month when Jay's not traveling so much. i just have it in my mind that if i start preparing as if we're moving next week, things will magically fall into place, and when it really is time for us move, packing will be the least of our worries.

also, i've started nesting. and packing things away kinda combats my urge to clean every room and reorganize things over and over again and the urge to start decorating. i'm not even due until late september/early october and i've packed my overnight bag TWELVE TIMES in the past 2 days. it would probably be more than that, but we had a doctor's visit this morning. it's way too soon for me to be as anxious as i am, so i just know i'm gonna be a complete mess when august rolls around.

all is well with my little piggy. while scoping out her little tushy on the sonogram, i thought i saw a little penis and almost had a heart attack. it turned out to be her little thumb though. i guess she's getting an early start on that whole *self love*.

along with my lovely little cold, i've also been experiencing some ligament pains. i never had any of that shit while i was pregnant with Z, so it freaked me the fuck out when i first started having them. my first thought was 'something's wrong with the baby' and my thoughts just went downhill from there. i'm sure my doctor loved that 2am phone call. but the little one and i are trucking along just fine.

this pregnancy is sooo much different than when i was carrying Z, both physically and emotionally. Jay's parents appear to be putting forward great effort to mend fences with him and me [what?!]. they're lucky this baby is making me all nice and shit. no, seriously, i'm very happy Jay and his folks are getting along because it makes him happy. and i really want our kids to experience life with having both sets grandparents around to spoil them because that's something Jay and i never had. however, i'm somewhat indifferent when it comes to my own relationship with his parents. if a reconciliation happens, that's great; if it doesn't, that's fine too. but i'd be lying if i said it didn't make things just a little more easier for me.

ohmygoodness. Jay's birthday is just a little over 2 weeks away and i still have no freakin idea what to get him. we'd planned to go to bonnaroo, but he'll be in vegas and i just can't be fat, dirty, and sweaty for 4 straight days. although, if they'd gotten led zeppelin to play, i'd be there fat belly and all. hell, i'd show up all stank and dingy-lookin. but i digress.
i've pretty much ran out of ideas for gifts for my man. he always tells me he doesn't want anything, but i always do and he's like a 5 year old on christmas morning. any suggestions? bueller? bueller? bueller?

Labels: my love, new baby business, so random

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