
Well, if you can't tell... I'm pregnant. I took about 15 pictures till I realized my face was not going to look a normal size in any picture, so I through on a funny face, and pasted on a mustache... much more attractive, don't you think?
I've learned through this pregnancy that Bean will NOT be a vegetarian... he likes ribs. My doctor felt sorry for me last week, because I have no room between my rib, and Bean's legs and butt. I constantly (gently) push his toes out from under my ribs. I would rather stand all day than sit and be in pain.
On a happier note, I only gained 2 pounds this time around! WHOOT WHOOT! I rewarded myself by going to Sam's and buying a 5 lb bag of candy bars! So good!
Everything else seems to be going well. I have anywhere from 3 to 8 braxton hicks contractions a day, which makes me contemplate camping out at the hospital. I DO NOT want to have this baby at home. I barely made it there with Owen, and its not something I would necessarily want to do again. Especially when you have a husband who get nauseous watching ultrasounds. I just asked him (if by chance) we had to deliver at home, if he would please just be there to catch him... I'd do the rest!
I love him. Brad I mean. He makes me laugh. I told him the other night that I should be the one to pick the name, because I am having to go through pregnancy.
He responded with, "Believe me! I am going through it too!"
and
as hugging him the other night, he says, "I feel like something is coming between us."
Besides all the jokes, he makes me feel pretty in the times where I'm just not feelin it!
We are so excited to meet our Bean in 7 weeks!
and
Pray that Owen decides to return to his normal sweet self, and drop the terrible 2's before then.
(fingers crossed ;)
She isn't excited at all..... ;)


