Sister's 30th..

I'm 7.5 months pregnant.  I was super nervous about coming down for my sister's birthday because I didn't know how I'd do in the car for a 3 hour drive.  I was very happy that I handled the drive well, was able to see my sister, and see their new house which I probably won't get to see for a long one after Ariana is born.

The other night...

So I have crazy hormones this pregnancy.  I have no desire for sex, but when I do, I'm like a 15 year old boy who has to have it immediately.  The other night I was in he mood and Zach til he wasn't interested.  So I went to the bathroom and snuck into the guest room to take care of myself.  When I came back hubby was on the bed ready to go...

Eek!!

She's breeched...

So she hasn't flipped.  Got the news she was breeched and I'm freaking out.  Talked to Judy today and she said Van Geem is one of the only drs that will deliver a breeched baby naturally.

Sorry... Not happening..

She's flipped...

I think...

I think she's flipped.  She's all up in my ribs.  I have a hard time laying down or anything in between.  Hubby sees me sitting straight up with perfect posture because almost any other position is uncomfortable.  Still have 8 weeks to go. We see the doctor on Thursday.  We're gonna ask to induce early.. Kinda nervous to ask..

Bigger than my head..

At Target buying a strapless bra for a wedding I'm going to tonight.  I am totally overwhelmed.  These bras look like their bigger than my head.  Can not believe a DD doesn't fit me...

Gas...

As a sequel to yesterday's post...  And not be crude...

But I am so glad my son doesn't find farting funny.

Because every morning...  With my big ole tummy...

I toot my way to the bathroom...

And in any other circumstance....  I would expect my son to find it hilarious..

I guess this a bonus point to being 7 months pregnant with a two year old.

And on the rare occasion... When I'm in bed trying to sleep...

In the darkness my body makes sounds I don't want it to...

My husband is smart enough to pretend like he didn't hear anything...

9 weeks to go...

#pleasuresofpregnancy

Poop...

Ok... So here's one of those TMI posts...

Poop.  Yes poop.  My poop has been entirely different this entire pregnancy.  Sometimes it doesn't want to come out. (That's why there are fiber pills next to the toilet at all times) and diarrhea hasn't yet messed with this pregnancy and I'm hoping it doesn't.  But... Poop.

It's hard to wipe and requires so much more toilet paper. I have clogged the toilet so many time this pregnancy.. I'm happy my husband hasn't thrown the plunger at me.

It's a different consistency and it goes flying... Yes flying....

I wiped my butt once and found some on the shower curtain.  Found it on the toilet seat.  On the floor.  It gets freakin everywhere.

I'm starting to have difficulty reaching my butt now, so now I have adult wipes to help.  Truth.  Cause if I don't.. My butt gets irritated and I need diaper cream.  Seriously?!?  

Can pregnancy get more degrading?

Sleeping...

I have found a way that I finally feel comfortable sleeping.

I take the memory foam pillow.. Tuck part of it under my stomach and throw my leg over it.

The deeper sleep has lead to some crazy dreams.  Last night I dreamt I was in a shark tank and had to flee from sharks.  Very Sharknado.  And the night before I dreamt I was in my sister's wedding.  Was trying to figure out the details for everything and in the course of it.. Kept messing everything up.  ie.. Catching flowers on fire, moving in the pictures, a dog peed on my sister's dress.  Will see what I come up with tonight..

Contractions and heat..

Braxton Hicks started two nights ago.  I get contractions 3-6 times a day.  I grab my tummy and people ask if I'm ok.  Tonight we went to Erin's house for lasagna and s'mores.  I started to have contractions and over heat.  I seriously have 10 more weeks of this?  I came home, stood in front of the fan and soaked my feet in cold water.  I warned my hubby that B*tchy Cheryl may come out... I don't mean it if she does...