Beast of Burden

I hear this song playing on the radio. It makes me want to get up and start dancing. Not the kind of dancing that you would do in a club. A kind of dancing that you do when you are home alone, dusting the house. Or a kind of dancing that you might do in your underpants when you think no one is looking. Something like that.

I went to see the doctor today for a 19 week visit. Once again, things look really good. I heard FeeNo's heartbeat again - it was in the 140s. Very good.

And I have gained another 4 pounds. So... that's 12 pounds lost, then 2 gained, and now, another 4 gained. I should be happy, since that's an actual loss of 6 pounds overall, but then the doctor mentioned my belly. Or should I say: my bellies.

(As an aside, when my best friend, acb, was pregnant, she referred to her bellies. She called them 'mama belly' and 'baby belly.' )

The best part is when he said that FeeNo is pushing my fat upwards. That's why my upper belly (mama belly) is so flabby and my lower belly (baby belly) is so tight.

That's all I needed to hear to be convinced that I am very sexy. A sexy beast.

I'm going home, finding the Rolling Stones CD and popping it in to dance tonight.

Poor Mike: he has his very own Beast of Burden on his hands.

FeeNo, The Dinosaur

I finally got around to scanning the latest ultrasound picture of FeeNo.

Once again, the child does not want to pose.



Here, you can see FeeNo with head down, probably trying to figure out how to get out of my belly.

Mid-Day Radio Rocks!

I was running an errand at lunchtime and heard a song that reminded me of my "yoof".



Enjoy the video!

New Poll

Hey, I finally created a poll for all my faithful readers to guess the sex of FeeNo.

I would love to hear your reasons behind choosing what you do. Leave comments in the comment section below or email me:

thesnowapewife[at]gmail[dot]com

Check it out in the sidebar on the left - it appears you can comment in the poll itself, so go ahead: leave comments!

One Restful Weekend Before It Gets Crazy Again

Memorial Day is supposed to be the onset of summer here in Jersey. And every year, I wind up at a party or BBQ, driving on the Garden State Parkway, getting stuck in some kind of traffic jam.

This year, I opted out of all festivities, and stayed home. And even though it meant missing my nephew's bithday party, I'm glad I did.

After a busy May, workwise, I was happy to sit around my house with no schedule. I sat out by the pool one day and shopped another. I slept in. I read. I watched too much television. Way too much television.

But it was good. Quiet. Restful.

And tomorrow, Mike comes home from his business trip. It's been so long since I've seen him (over three weeks!), I am going to have to look at a photograph before he gets home in order to identify him. Tee hee hee.

Once he gets back, we are in full mode again. We have to go baby furniture shopping. And add stuff to the baby registry (I started one, but there are soooo many things I need. I am totally overwhelmed by the whole thing). And finalize details so we can bank FeeNo's cord blood when he's born.

And yes, I have to get to taking some pregnancy pictures. I haven't felt any motivation to do so, since I have only gained two pounds and in my opinion, don't look any different. But I must be growing, because it actually hurts to button some of my regular pants. I broke down and bought some maternity capris, ones with an elastic waist. Elastic! Ugh. And I am wearing a pair today and I don't know, I feel so free!

I realize that I am nearly halfway through this pregnancy and while a part of me thinks the next few months will take forever to get through, I know they will go by in an instant.

I'm looking forward to meeting FeeNo, my kid. My kid that doesn't like pictures.

Oh yeah, and before I forget, I have to send out some birthday shout-outs to my Dad and Ma-in-law: happy birthday to you both! You're both so young!