Peeing When I Sneeze

It's always a surprise when I pee a little as I sneeze. Even though I'm prepared for it, the pee pee is still a shock.

We had our big ultrasound yesterday! It was pretty exciting. I am 19 weeks 4 days (well, yesterday I was 19 weeks 3 days), and I am measuring at 20 weeks. That has been pretty consistent throughout the pregnancy - I've been measuring four days ahead for each ultrasound. The tech said the doctors likely wouldn't change my due date from April 18th to April 16th, so we're just going to go with a due range. How's that?

We could have found out the sex yesterday, but we want to be surprised. We did get to see the brain, four chambers of the heart, kidneys and bladder. The baby was resting (I don't normally start feeling it till much later in the day - our appointment was at 8:30 in the morning), and it refused to roll over so that we can see its spine. So, we have to go back soon for that. Oh well, another chance to see the baby!

What was pretty funny was that the baby's hand was underneath its chin, its mouth was a little bit open and its legs were crossed at the ankle. It relaxes the same way that I do. The mouth open thing is a big thing on my mother's side of the family. So at least I know the child is mine. I was a little skeptical for awhile...

Sometimes I Don't Like People

Some people are saying that I don't look pregnant, that I'm not showing, blah blah blah. I guess they mean it as a compliment, but I totally feel like I'm showing. I'm exclusively in maternity pants for crissakes.

And now they are comparing me to another person I know who is pregnant. She is two weeks behind me and her belly popped a couple of days ago, seemlingly overnight. And one of the people I know said, "But you haven't popped yet and you're ahead of her."

Okay first of all comments like that are just ignorant. Everyone's body is different. Plus, if you haven't noticed that my belly has popped, it might just be because I don't wear formfitting clothes and you just can't tell as much with me.

I don't know why this bothers me so much, but I guess it just sort of makes me feel like I'm less of a pregnant woman because my body is carrying things differently. I really wish people would keep their opinions to themselves.

Aaaand scene.

Dammit!!

Every year on Thanksgiving my dad makes a pumpkin pie. And every year he saves the leftover raw crust and raw pumpkin filling for my sister and I to split and eat. It's a tradition. Don't mess with it.

So my sister and I were just emailing back and forth and I was telling her that Brian and I are going to Atlantic City tomorrow for his birthday and would be back in time for Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. She replied that I wouldn't be able to eat the pumpkin stuff. I told her that she'd better not touch my half and that I'd eat it when I got to dinner. And then I remembered that there is raw egg in the pumpkin mixture and I can't eat it because I'm pregnant.

Hmph. I guess I'll have to eat two pieces of pie on Thursday to make up for it.

Like a Chimney

Ever since I've gotten pregnant, I've been having dreams that I am smoking. For the first little while, in the dreams I was smoking in front of coworkers so that they wouldn't suspect that I was pregnant. I kept telling myself that a few cigarettes a day weren't really any harm to the baby. I always woke up relieved that I hadn't actually been smoking.

Then last night I had a dream that I was getting stoned with a random group of people. People that I know in real life, mind you, but people who don't necessarily know each other or belong together. In this dream I kept telling myself that pot doesn't hurt babies.

I don't really have a point to this blog entry, but I think it's interesting that I have these recurring smoking dreams.

What Can I Tell You? It's Funny.

Brian and I were talking tonight and I was half watching TV as our conversation unfolded. To be honest, I was more than half watching the television. It was more like three-quarters.

We were talking about being successful and Brian said that he really hopes our kids become successful in whatever they do. It was a really sweet moment.

Unfortunately for him, at the very same time, a commercial for South Park came on. And in it, Stan's father was making a gigantic doody that was making him rise out of the toilet. And I said, "Ooooh, doody!!!" And I laughed and laughed.

Brian said, "Well, whatever I was saying doesn't matter now."

And that, my friends, is a true story.

I Want Onion Rings

We're meeting a friend at Red Robin tonight for dinner and they have really really super good onion rings. I can't stop thinking about them. And then I feel guilty for eating them. Because of the baby and all. I did eat a salad for lunch, though.

On a related note, I can't think of any good snacks to bring to work with me. I keep a random apple here and there, but I just get STARVING sometimes and need a little something else. Those 100 calorie packs are for the birds, though.

Hurt Boogies

Does anyone ever get those boogies that stick to the sides of your nostrils? The kind that when you move your nose around, they scratch its insides? I woke up with a nose full of them this morning. My college friend coined the term, but it's such a good, descriptive one that I have to use it too. Hurt boogies.

So pregnant women can tend to have more sinus issues. That is so the case for me. I don't normally have terrible allergies this time of year, but I'm starting to sympathize with all the people I know who do. But, since it's all for a good cause, I'm not going to complain. Too much.