22 weeks of belly kicks

MeMe is kickin’ my ass!  I’m getting beat up here!  She likes to kick me when she’s hungry, when she’s bored, or when I’m ready to sleep.  It’s awesome but weird, kinda feels like a random muscle spasm right at my bikini line or below my bellybutton.  Go baby go!

I’ve decided to do a baby registry online again.  I started one for the twins and never looked at it again.  Now it’s all new, but I can use my old account to login.  My husb made a great point that if his family wants to get something for the baby, that’s the best way to know what to get.  We are expecting my MIL and older SIL to come visit MeMe sometime this fall.  I’m still iffy on having a baby-shower.  Partly because I look terrible in pictures now (ha ha) and I would rather have people see the baby after she’s born.  Baby showers kinda make me nervous.

 With the help of Face.book, I met up with some coworkers for dinner and drinks for two people’s B-days.  It was fun seeing some people I hadn’t seen since April.  Some people had no idea I was pregnant.  I wanted it that way, I told people after the twins “that the next time I get pregnant, nobody will know, I’ll just disappear for months.”Looks like it happened just like that.  While everyone was drinking their beers and “Endless Summer’s” (the official yummiest drink of the night), I had to settle for raspberry mint lemonades that clearly said NO BOOZE.  I miss drinking and partying, but I wouldn’t trade being pregnant with my sweet ass-kickin baby for nothing.  But one drink would’ve been nice, especially since everyone was raving about the yumminess. After dinner, the funky bunch went to a bar and nightclub, so I had to call it a night.  I was tired and it would’ve been no fun watching them drink allllll niiiiiiight.  Bunch of lushes! Would’ve been funny as hell and I wasn’t trying to be someone’s DD at 3 am. It was nice to get dressed up for a few hours. Many more B-days are coming this summer, yay!

I’ve been looking at breastfeeding, baby care, and childbirth classes at my hospital. I figure we’ll take it in August (right around 32 weeks). I’m so happy that MeMe is going the distance.

Change of heart

Last week I had a change of heart on hanging out with my pregnant friend Alicia and text her to see how she was doing (also see where her head was at).  She said she missed me and wanted to hang out or something so we set up a shopping date.  I also told her my news and she was excited for me and wanted to know all the details about the procedure and the meds I’m on, etc.  So I picked her up and noticed the undeniable baby bump she had going on (30 weeks).  Seeing the bump was weird because of all people to be preg. she was the last person I could think of and I was envious.  That’s right, envious. 

 I’m dying to get that bump, kinda like a “I beat infertility” badge of honor. I’ve dreamt of feeling that first real kick and lying in bed with my husb as he rubs, talks, and kisses my big belly.  Some day.

So she told me about her shower on the 21st and wants me and my mom to come.  Now baby showers suck because babies have been such a source of stress and pain for me.  I hosted 2 showers while TTC and got emotionally wrapped into each one.  Then every BFN was extra painful and the loss of the twins made baby showers unthinkable.  I couldn’t even go into a baby aisle until after I got the BFP last May and when I lost that one, no more baby crap for me.  I proposed the idea to my mom and she really wants to go, partly to return the favor that Alicia and her mom did for me by coming to my bridal shower 1.5hrs away from our houses.  So I’ll grin and bear it, maybe it’ll get me hyped for my lil’ bit.