Holy Moly - what was that?

First - let me apologize for being MIA lately. Although I have been guilty of accusing pregnant women of using "I can't remember anything" excuse as a very lame one, I now know its true. Either that or dimentia is really setting in early.

Being preggers is one of the craziest things I have been through - now before you think I am the dullest person on the face of earth, those of you that have shared the same joys, pains and confusion on the issue know what I am talking about.

From the days of "when will I keep my head out of this toilet" to the "holy moly - what was that movement" to the "I want a girl but I know it's a boy in there", prenancy is quite the roller coaster - and I haven't even experienced the extreme moods swings yet. (Blaine is truly relieved about that one so far.)

Let me bring you up to speed a bit -

1. My nausea is gone - only proving there is a God. No one should EVER have to go through that - and it only proves the theory that if men had to have babies and go through pregnancy, we would not exist! I have been nausea free for a few weeks now and couldn't be happier. Fat & happy I am.

2. It's a boy!! I admit - I wanted a girl and I wanted her bad. I couldn't think logically of having a boy. There were too many pink frilly dresses out there for the little girl. But something deep down in my gut kept telling me it was a boy - "shut up voices" I thought...its totally a girl. Not so much. The ultrasound so profoundly proved it was a boy that a tear came to my eye - not because it wasn't a girl, but because he was moving. He was in there - alive, well and he was mine. I will tell you that the ultrasound changes everything. It doesn't matter if its a boy or girl, it doesn't matter pink or blue - nothing matters. It is truly amazing.

3. My little boy might as well be named the Karate Kid. He must know the remake came out and he was hoping for the lead role. He is a kicking machine. I had heard the kicking, moving in the belly stories before. Sure, whatever, no big deal...I thought. But this kid can kick - and I am only at 22 weeks. I can't imagine the punch he will give in a couple of months. I was lying in bed last night and my whole stomach was moving. I guess little Mr. Preston was taking an evening swim in my belly.

4. "Hey, all l’m saying is she’s got cankles, for God’s sake. What? Cankles! She’s got no ankles. It’s like the calf merged with the foot, cut out the middleman." You have seen the movie Shallow Hal, right? I had never heard the cankle term until then - and now I know more than anyone what its like to have no ankles. Not attractive - at all. Disgusting as a matter of fact - no middleman for me. On certain days, my poor legs don't even look human. I should probably give up the 3-4 inch heels, but this early. Come on now - that's just torture.

5. Your name suggestions have been entertaining so far - but we have a name (we think) and we are not sharing! Why you ask? Well...some things just need to be a surprise. Plus - if I heard one person say to me, "why are you naming him THAT?" or "I don't like that name", preggo beeyotch might come out in me and I would like to keep her packed away as long as I can. No worries though - we still love the name suggestions so keep them coming. And for those of you wondering, no we are not going with Bubba or Rufus - but thanks for your well-thought out baby names. :-)

Well thats my preggo experiences in a nutshell so far. Through the good and the bad, it has been incredible. I will keep ya'll updated on the progress.