Where do the weeks go? It's been almost that long since I've written anything. Not that I don't have the time but the only thing interesting that has been happening to me is my pregnancy and I don't want to bore ya'll with that all the time. Interesting evening, I had my first real Bitchy pregnancy moment. I guess not helping me finish folding the laundry before getting into bed with the clothes on it, not helping me "turn off the house" and not helping me clean up after dinner is a big deal to me, And of course telling me when to go to bed. it started out fine, but everything that John did last night was irritating me and I finally just snapped. And of course he doesn't understand. Why should he when I don't half the time. Tell me this will stop. I will be easy going and loving again and not want to punch him in the gut. Why do some of my pregnancy symptoms make him happy while I have to suffer through them? Not to get into detail but I think you can use your imagination.

I have another doctor appointment on Monday and we will be doing another ultra sound. I'm really excited to see the baby again and see the heartbeat. Toni will hopefully be going with me as John has to work. One of these days he'll get out for an hour or so I just have to schedule the appointments earlier in the morning. Which will be hard for both of us. I want him to meet the doctor before I go into labor at least once.

I went online to Old Navy last week and bought some maternity shirts. they came two days ago but the UPS guy didn't leave a note on our door. Let alone knock. I was here all day and certainly up by 11 when they said he came by. Anyway. I haven't found any cute pants that I must buy, the pants that have been donated to my cause are still too big in the belly... Which is good. I would shoot myself if I fit into the same size as their 8 month belly. Speaking of. What is with people telling me indiscreetly I need to watch my weight. The other day one of the servers said out loud "everyone here is loosing weight except for one" and he looks right at me... then on Monday that same server said to me as I was searching for a snack to calm my ragingly hungry stomach only for him to say "be careful, not too eat too much. " Okay Jerk. I haven't eaten anything since 2:30 and it was now after 8. any normal human would have been hungry by then... But apparently I should have been able to wait. I told him that he was really irritating me. If he says one more thing I'm going to HR. I am trying to not let comments irritate me. One of the front desk ladies calls me pudgy. WTF! Sorry for the language but I have always been overweight and just because I'm pregnant doesn't give them an excuse.... Most of the time I get comments like how many more months ("Oh, I thought you were farther along than that!") and when do you find out if it's a boy or girl. and then when I say not till march they don't quite get it. then they get upset and think I'm dumb or being selfish.

"How are you going to plan your nursery?" "how are you going to choose a name?" "Well the gift I want to give you is gender specific and I need to know in order to get it for you." People get a grip! I loath the day when strangers realize that i'm pregnant and feel the need to give me advice.

How am I going to get through this???

I am going to stop complaining. I need to get a new bra. Oh what fun that should be