I'm not ready

So my line sister had her baby today, a beautiful baby girl, and upon hearing the news I instantly felt weird. It's like, one minute you're pregnant, and the next you're not. My whole being felt weird, like, wow, that's gonna be me in a few months. And no, I'm not ready, not at all. I totally don't mind being pregnant, I have no complaints whatsoever. I actually think I am a little scared to give birth...so it has me thinking, what am I gonna be like come May? How am I gonna react when the water breaks? I mean, I'm not going to have lamaze class or anything like that, so I'm going at it old school style like they did back in the day. No new technology methods for me, nope, just straight water break and push when they tell me to. So yeah...I'm not ready...ask me in a few months and see if my answer changes...

Is it time yet??

26 Weeks 2 Days

Someone asked me today, "Are you tired of being pregnant?" My response, "nope". And why might you ask. As I explained to my co-worker, the baby and I are chilling. I enjoy that I can feel him move around throughout the day, and he definitely is more active now. I wish I could get another sonogram to see his face, but the doctor informed us that we probably wouldn't be having another one performed unless something is wrong, so oh well to that. But I'm definitely not to the point where I'm tired of being pregnant or wish he would just come already. I need all the time possible to prepare for his arrival, and right now, I don't think Francis or I am ready for what's in store!

Side note: I think its funny that I look like one of those shrunken head dolls- you know, small head, big body, lol! I was looking at myself in the mirror today and my head is so small compared to my body right now, its crazy! HA!

But seriously, we are starting to pick up weight now. I have gained about 10lbs since October 31st...and approximately 6 of those 10 lbs came in the last month. I need to watch my sugar intake...I've been maxing some cake and coffee rolls and ice cream lately. And no, its not like I'm having cravings for these things..they have just been readily available and me being baby greedy as always, I'm just taking it while its available. But I am in no way trying to get HUGE, nor am I trying to have one of those big babies that get stuck at delivery time. If we can avoid cutting, I say we do that, ya know.

So yeah, Baby Lopez moves more frequently now, although we still keep a good bedtime schedule. I see what they say when they get so big that its like a snake moving across your stomach..but he's so fast that when I try to lift my shirt to see if I can see him moving, he just stops. So I've yet to see the movement across the belly...but I definitely feel it. Movement is good, he doesn't press on my bladder anymore and I only wake up once in the middle of the night to pee instead of every hour :)

Me no likey the doctor

24 Weeks 4 Days

So Francis and I went for a routine OB visit a few days ago to have my glucose levels screened and check the baby, etc. We get there, running late as usual, and I go to drink my sugary drink. Now, I thought it was gonna be super nasty, but it was actually ok-at first. I had the lemon lime flavor, and was like, oh, its like drinking a sprite...but half way through it I'm like, ugh, the aftertaste is killing me. I slightly wanted to vomit...and I don't think Baby Lopez liked it either. But anyways, we got through that..now we're just waiting for the results. In the meanwhile, we saw a new doctor - very nice lady- who was doing her job and trying to check the heartbeat. So she lubes up my belly and starts putting the little monitor over it and nothing. She moves it around some more to different parts and still nothing. At this point I'm like, why don't we hear anything? So as she's pressing on my belly he kicks out hard! Francis saw it from across the room like , did you see that? I guess Baby Lopez was tired of her pressing on his head or something. Frankly, I was getting kinda sore from her pressing so hard as well. So she found the heartbeat and pressed in some more while moving my belly to one side and he punched again! He was like, dang lady, leave me alone, lol. The doctor was like, wow, he's a feisty one :) I thought it was funny. He settled down once she stopped pressing the monitor on my belly.

That blasted 3 a.m urge to pee....

It gets me every morning....I get up at about 3:30 a.m. with the need to release myself...then climb back into bed and try to resume my previous position to sleep...except, I CAN'T! Stupid insomnia! For the past few days I have remained awake with various random thoughts clogging my brain and the need for sleep that I can't achieve. Donovan usually wakes up about thirty to forty five minutes later and starts kicking and moving around. Not only am I awake, but I've awaken the baby. Aint that about nothing. So then I find myself talking to him cause who else am I suppose to talk to at 4 a.m.? And what sucks even more is that I will find my self drifting off into the land of sheep, and then my alarm goes off for me to start my day! Is there no hope???? I do love feeling him kick though, lets me know he's ok in there :) I can't wait until I can see his face...I'm real curious to see what he's gonna look like. And he's gonna be a good baby, I just know it..I've spoken this into existance - I hope. But yeah..that's about all going on here... Donovan is 25 weeks and 4 days old today, pics will be posted of the belly soon (I hope), and we have a doctors appointment very soon. Our last one was full of good news..he's growing at a good rate and everything looks good so far, so as I've been telling people all day today, we've been chillin :)