I should be nice and leave it at that, but I'm not in the mood. A few men recently have told me recently how HUGE I am and that I must be having the baby 'today' or twins or something. Really? REALLY?! Thank you sooooo much! So I thought it was just men because would a woman really say something that? I would never think of telling any pregnant woman she looked huge.
Saturday, we took Arden to an Easter Egg hunt (that just ended up being crafts and a visit with the Easter bunny due to the weather) and an old man told me I must be due today, because I sure looked like I was about to have that baby.
Today, after my appointment, I ran to costco and the cashier asked me if I was going to have the baby after I left the store. I said, "yep, that's the plan haha!" He said when are you due? Me- "3 weeks." Cashier guy- "Wow! 3 weeks?! Tell me you have 2 in there!" I turn to the lady behind me, "am I really that big? geez" She just rolled her eyes and shook her head. Cashier guy- "Yeah, you kind of are!" Thanks.
So I was talking to my mom about the two recent incidents and how you would never hear a woman say stuff like that (though there have been one or two) and men are ignorant etc. Then a sweet friend drops in by surprise and brings dinner tonight, and goes on to tell me how she and another friend were just talking about me at church saying how big I am. REALLY? Gosh how freakin sweet of you!
At least there was one guy yesterday who was shocked when I told him I had 3 weeks left. NOT shocked because he figured I must be past my due date at this point, but because he thought I looked small. I will love him forever.
If Derek ever tells a pregnant woman she looks huge, I will smack the fire out of him, but I'm pretty sure after reading this, it won't ever happen (not that I could ever picture him saying it in the first place).
That's my big rant of the night, but while I'm on it, I might as well keep rolling!
-I haven't slept well in a really long time. I have discovered that if I sleep sitting up, it causes a ton less pain on my pelvic bones. After I get to about 20 weeks, I can no longer sleep on my right side due to the right pelvic dropping, but sleeping only on my left started causing a sore on my hip. When I sleep sitting up, I can actually get out of bed and stand up! Well it's not the most comfy way to sleep and last Thursday night, I just really wanted to curl up in bed, watch hgtv and go to sleep. So that's what I did. Surprise, surprise! I could not walk in the morning. The pain is so amazing I can't even explain it. Literally could not walk. But it sure was nice falling asleep curled up with my pillow.
-I'm tired of people asking me if I feel good today. NO! The pain is always there. sometimes it's mild and sometimes it's strong, but I always feel it and it never feels good.
-Yesterday and today I woke up with sharp, shooting pain at my pelvic bone (different that the norm). Today, the Doctor said the baby's head is way down there and is probably hitting my already sensitive bone.
-Today was the first time a doctor actually paid attention to my swollen feet/ankles. You know, they ask every time and check it off that list, but never seem to really care. They just need some questions to fill in the five minutes they see you. He was concerned because my right was double the size of my left foot. That brings me to my next complaint:
-Why don't any Doctors know a thing about SPD?! They don't know enough so they brush it off. IF he knew more about it, he just might understand why my right foot is so dang BIG!!!
-I think I reached my breaking point last week =). I've been nauseous and today, I feel so sick, my foot hurts, my back hurts, pelvic hurts, arm hurts and I'm just done.
-If you read through all the complaining, bless you. Next post will be about a cute blue eyed, curly haired girl I know. Hopefully =).....not that I have much nice things to say about her, since she is totally into the terrible two's and likes to hit me and tell me "no way!" She's still cute.
Evidence:
Evidence:
Evidence:
Arden had an absolute blast Strawberry picking. I wanted to take her last year, but didn't get to. We went last Thursday and it was a perfect morning. When we arrived, there was hardly anyone there, it was overcast and the weather was perfect. I told Arden to only pick pretty red ones and she sure did a good job. She had to take a bite of every. single. one. that she picked and if it was especially good, she took two bites and put them in her box. After each one, she said, "mmmm dat's good!"
After the girls filled their boxes, they did the maze which Arden wanted to do over. and over. and over.
Then we checked out the chickens and the water pump.
I have been trying to get Arden to put her face in these things at various places forever and she never would. I guess she just needed some confidence from Issa. We couldn't get her to leave it; she thought it was so funny.
We had a blast and I really want to go back, but I'm not sure we will make it back this year.
