We've had a much better week this week at our house. We are all settled in our new home (which is basically an exact replica of our old place except for no paint on the walls). No more late nights moving -- Thank The Lord! I am a different woman than I was at this time last week! In fact, I'm not sure I even know who that other woman was -- all I know is that she was REALLY CRABBY!
Jon returned from his career conference late Tuesday night. It went really well and he came back feeling pretty good. Thanks so much for all of your prayers! He's going to be traveling to some different places for some follow-up interviews during the next two weeks. Hopefully, we'll know something by the end of February! One of the jobs is in Chicago and I am secretly hoping that we get to live there -- only about 2 hours away from our family! We'll see what happens!
We got to go for another prenatal checkup yesterday. My little sweetheart was being such a stinker, though! Everytime my doctor would find the heartbeat, the baby would move and we'd have to find it all over again! I found it so amusing! Too bad Jon had to miss it -- he had to run home to let the cable guy in and by the time he got back, my appointment was over! Hopefully the baby will be more cooperative on Tuesday when we get to go for our ultrasound! The kids at school are just DYING to know whether its a boy or a girl. I swear they ask me everyday! And I am a little bit anxious to know, too. Yeah right -- just a little. HMMM. Here is my belly shot from this week (19.5 weeks). My tummy is definitely growing, as is the rest of me. I talked to my doctor about my weight worries, but we both agreed that if I hadn't gained so much during Christmas it wouldn't be a big deal. I actually did okay this month, gaining about a pound a week, which she said was normal. Hopefully I can keep things under control this next month.
So my husband has tried REALLY hard to be extra sweet to me since I got pregnant. However, he just NEVER says the right things, bless his heart. He just digs himself right down into a hole most of the time. The other night we were getting ready to go somewhere. He knows how sensitive I've been about gaining a little too much weight. I was admiring my growing bump in the mirror and casually said "I really am getting bigger." Jon's response was "Yeah! IN THE BUTT!" I looked at him like he was a moron and of course he was just so pleased with himself for making a joke he thought was so funny. Later that evening at dinner I was telling him how I was dreading getting on the scale at the doctor's office the next day. I told him that if I just wouldn't have gained that holiday weight I would be fine. His response to that was "Yeah, you totally HOGGED DOWN when we were home for Christmas." I've decided that I should start keeping track of all these comments so that when I am finished with my pregnancy, I can actually make a little bit of money as a stay-at-home mom by writing a book entitled "What Not To Say To Your Pregnant Wife." He's lucky I have a sense of humor. And it does help that he's cute, too.
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OK. I'm glad to hear my husband wasn't the only guy who only knows how to put his foot in his mouth in error, and not to stop the word vomit from coming out. FYI - you look incredible, not like you gained an oz. I gained 65 lbs during my 1st pregancy. mmkay? Don't you worry. You look great ;)
Rachel, Rachel, Rachel...You look absolutely AMAZING!!!!! Jon's comments totally made me laugh. Men have no clue!
Ok - so here's what I did when I had to get weighed in: I never looked at the scale! I told my doctor to just tell me if there was any cause for concern - she never said a thing. I didn't know how much I weighed until the day before I delivered - it turns out I had gained about 80 pounds! And, that's after I had lost 14 from being so sick in the beginning. But, I was VERY swollen (Summer pregnancies will do that to you) and swelled up even more during delivery - so about a week or so after I delivered, I had lost over 60 pounds! Essentially, I gained about 45 pounds of water and 35 of the regular "baby weight". My point is this: the scale doesn't tell the whole story, so get over it. And (as Mike kept re-assuring me) know that you are providing a wonderful home for your little baby for the next 20 weeks :)
Good luck tomorrow with your ultrasound~
You look too cute! Just remind Jon you have hormones raging that you have no control over, so he better watch out! Brady didn't know what to do when I would cry over nothing. Then he would laugh at me because I was so pitiful. Then I would cry more because he was laughing at me. It must have been so entertaining to him.
Good luck tomorrow! I hope Baby Hall cooperates and everything goes well. I'll be thinking of you and will be waiting to hear the news!
I've been checking in all day! I'm dying! How did it go? Boy or girl? Update please!
I'm waiting too! Boy or girl?
Oh my God, Rachel, that's an hysterical post. He just doesn't know/understand how we girls think and feel about our bodies. You look unbelievable- seriously. It's all belly weight in my opinion. If I can be half as beautiful when I'm pregnant, I'll be so lucky! You are a hot mama!
Oops, that's me, Annie, on that last post. I forget my log-in or whatever so it's easier to do it that way. Duh.
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