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My name is Lizzy, and I'm one crazy girl. I usually go with the flow, but I like to break away from it as well. I have an amazing boyfriend who I will love forever and always. I'm pregnant with my first child at an early age, we'll be waiting till September! I love to draw, and write, and learn new things. I love to laugh, and do crazy things you would never expect. I'm me, and that's all I'll ever be.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Chinese Food, Baby Showers, and Jamaican Meanie Heads.

I went out to lunch today with my Mommy, to Ginger’s. If you don’t have a Ginger’s in your town, GET ONE! It is a very quaint, relaxing Chinese restaurant, with the most amazing thing you’ll ever drink in your life, strawberry milk tea. I loooove strawberry milk tea. It makes my pregnant belly and I very happy (don’t tell it has a little caffeine in it, it’s a secret).

But anyway… we met up with Avery’s Mommy, to discuss baby shower ideas. We finally decided on a date, that being July 30th, when I’ll be about ready to pop. Which hopefully by then I’ll actually look pregnant and not just fat. So I can get my belly loved and touched by everybody and I can be the center of attention and actually not hate it for once. I decided that I don’t want just girls to come I want all the dudes to come too. It won’t be any fun without all the idiot dudes that Avery and I know.

So Dawn (Avery’s Mommy) was telling me about this game she wanted to be included in the baby shower. The rules of this game, consist of melting a king sized candy bar in a diaper, and then making everyone smell it to guess what kind of candy bar it is. All I had to say to that idea was:


How can you not look at that and think to yourself POOPIE.

As immature as that sounds, I just don’t want to do it. I would probably take one look and lose my lunch.

But nevertheless, we thought of some very clever and fun things to do, and not to mention some awesome food/cake ideas. So I am very much looking forward to my baby shower. I can’t wait to decorate invitations, because I’m good at being creative. Sometimes.

Now have I mentioned how much I want to hit my OB in the face? No? Well I am now! My ultrasound day was May 10th. It had remained May 10th for a series of several months. Monday when were about to leave the office, she says she has to move it to May 13th, because she can’t come in on Mondays anymore.

WHAT THE HELL!? (I hope my baby didn’t hear that)

Really!? I’m almost killing myself to keep my suspense and excitement contained and your telling me you move it three days FARTHER just because you don’t want to come in on a Monday!?


I want to know if it’s a boy or a girl RIGHT NOW. I don’t have patience for waiting games! So now, I have to wait three extra days to see my little baby and how he/she is doing in there (I think it will be a boy but I could be wrong). Soooo… I suppose I’ll have to tie my hands and feet to keep myself from running all the way to the Hospital and wagging my finger at my Jamaican OB, who I don’t really like in the first place, and who I like even less now. But, she is very professional, and intelligent, so I believe she will do a great job delivering my baby, she’s just not a people person. Oh well!

Monday, April 26, 2010

This baby is making me fatter than I already was!

Well today was my 5 ½ month doctor’s appointment. I got to hear my baby’s little heartbeat, and that was very comforting. Doc said everything was normal and all my tests came back negative.


My soon to be mother-in-law insists on planning my baby shower herself, and she also insists that my sisters help (no, no, no, noooo). While I secretly want to be in charge of my own baby shower, and make all the decoration plans and the activities and the food and the invitations and the themes and the FOOD.

While I hate every second that I have to think about selling my horse Bella, Jodi (her buyer) came out today to spend some quality time with her, and to pay for her coggins to be done. But it’s ok, because I like Jodi. Jodi has piercings and so does her boyfriend. Jodi also knows a LOT about horses and she has already fallen in love with my Bella. I know she will have a great home with Jodi. Plus Jodi has a cool name.

I am so very much looking forward to this weekend because Avery doesn’t have school on Friday. Which means a three-day weekend, which means three nights I get to sleep in the arms of my love. Which is very comforting when you know you are carrying his child in the fist place. Snuggling up against him until I lose consciousness is one of those things in life for me that just make you go ahhhhhhhhhhh. Breathing. Kind of like eating your favorite food while watching your favorite show, or knowing you have several things to look forward to at one time, or knowing you get to go home after being away for a long period of time. It just makes you go ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

It’s a beautiful thing!

Now someone please take away my stretch marks, I don’t deserve this! I take care of my skin!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

The Giant Cloud Monster.

You know what? I HATE tornadoes. Hate hate hate. They scare me and I think they should go away. You know what else? My current area is under a tornado watch, so of course I'm freaking myself out. I'm not a hypochondriac, I just HATE tornadoes!
Why do I feel so strongly about these giant man eating whirlwinds? Because when I was barely 3 years old, I was out playing in the front yard. It was a great day, the sun was out, it felt amazing, and I had my binky. So of course I'm happy, content and I have no worries. My Dad was not too far away from me cutting the front lawn. All of a sudden, the lawn mower stops. I hear a scream, but that's not all. I also hear a loud, rumbling sound, that almost sounds like a train, but not quite. Before I know what hit me, I'm being slung over my father's shoulder, and when I look up, I see a gigantic, dark grey, swirling monster, that looks like it wants nothing more than to swallow me up and spit me out dead. All I remember after that is crying and screaming and getting put into the basement in a corner with a blanket while my parents scrambled around in circles...
I've always cried when storms start getting really bad. Although not so much anymore, I still feel the urge sometimes, because all I can think about is a giant swirling monster chasing after me and gulping me down its black cloudy gullet.
Not only do I have myself to worry about, but if something happens to me, then something happens to my baby. That's what I'm most afraid of. Something hitting my in the belly, or me falling or getting slammed up against something. On top of that, the love of my life, who is also my best friend, is 45 minutes away, working, in the middle of all of this, probably completely unaware of how truly worried and afraid I am for all three of us. I may be overreacting, but I don't want anyone I love being on the menu for a funnel cloud today! Clearly, I need to calm down.
And that is all for today. Because now, I have to curl up in a ball and wait for the storms to come, so they can leave.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Pregnancy Jitters.

Well, I only have about one more day left in the 4th month of pregnancy, and I have started feeling a little bit left out of the pregnancy spectrum. Only a tad less than 20 weeks, and strangers still can’t tell that I’m pregnant! Maybe it’s the belly fat that I should blame. Maybe it’s the way I walk. Maybe it’s that I’m not drinking enough milk (which I do not think is possible). Either way, I don’t feel very pregnant, I don’t look very pregnant (I just look fat), and yet I want to. I want to feel everything a pregnant woman should feel. Including the not so pleasant things.
First trimester: can you say morning sickness? I had plenty of it. I lost my appetite for pretty much everything. I lost a few pounds because I could barely eat, and what I could eat, I usually tossed back into the world (UGH!). But I was proud of the fact that I knew what all of that felt like.
Second trimester (which I am still not finished with): Absolutely NOTHING! I don’t have any heartburn. I never had the achy boobs, or the freakish cravings, or the increase in appetite, or the inability to sleep, or the swollen feet, or the tiredness/fatigue, I feel like I always feel. Sometimes that worries me; because it makes me think maybe something could be wrong. But everyone tells me that it’s perfectly normal. But how can they be so sure!?
I have felt the baby move, several times. But they are very slight movements/jerks/flutters, and I don’t feel them as often as I want to, which saddens me. I want it to make it known to me that it’s in there, and never to let me forget it! Sometimes I go several days without feeling any movement, and I hate every second! I want to know exactly what it’s doing in there, so I can know it’s ok and safe and healthy. Maybe I’m just worrying too much, but a little reassurance from my baby would be wonderful.
I can’t wait until it moves so much that I want it to stop, and I can’t wait till I can’t bend over because my belly is so big, and I can’t wait till I can only walk for a few minutes because my feet are hurting. I want to feel all of it and experience all of it. But sometimes I feel like it will never happen. Sometimes I feel like it will just keep growing and I will feel and look the same. I mean, or course when I push on my belly down there I can feel the extreme tightness, and I do feel a little bit off balance, and I feel a little pain from ligaments stretching, but I don’t feel enough to be satisfied just yet. It makes me sad that my baby is probably practicing kung fu inside me and I can’t feel it! But I suppose this is something a lot of pregnant women go through.

As long as the baby is healthy, I will be happy.