The pregnancy week countdown…

Well… I’ve got 7 1/2 weeks to go.

Not bad.

It’s funny how when you’re pregnany you truly talk in weeks and days… not months.

I think it’s funny when I tell someone that I’m 32 weeks along… you suddenly see them crunching numbers in their head… and then finally saying, “Ohh… so you’re 7 1/2 months”.

But I think I have pretty much narrowed down the pregnancy timeline…

For the first 12 weeks… you are beyond excited and beyond nervous. You don’t want to tell a lot of people… but you also want to tell everyone! As for my husband and I… the first time around we told people around 7 weeks… with my second child, we told everyone the night we got a positive pregnancy test. And then… we suffered a miscarriage… so when I got pregnant again after the miscarriage… we waited the full 12 weeks until we told everyone.

For the next 12 weeks… you just keep praying all is well. You begin to grow out of your clothes… people start to notice… and then the questions begin “do you know what you’re having”… or for my husband and I with our latest baby (after having 2 sons already) “Are you hoping for a girl?” Don’t you just love those ballsy people!?!

For the next 12 weeks… you really begin to feel the kickings and the pullings and you begin to get REALLY REALLY excited about the impending birth… knowing that you will be meeting this little person very soon!!

And the remaining weeks… you just want the baby to stay put as long as it can… but not come more than a week late! Is that too much to ask!!??

SO…. to all those pregnant out there…. enjoy your week countdown – whether it’s 39 weeks to go… or 1 week to go… it’s an AWESOME adventure!!!!!!!

Bats in my house… yes, BATS!

I’m telling you… there are maybe a handful of things in life that truly gross me out… on my list of top 5:

1.) Mice
2.) Performing any kind of surgery
3.) Seeing any kind of surgery
4.) Blood
5.) BATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tonight… my husband and I came across the 10th freaking bat we have had in this house. The first 8 were confined to the furnace room on our basement… but the last 2 have shown themselves in our office space – which, ironinally is right above the furnace room!

I’m literally still shaking from it… it just kept circling the office over and over and over again… and I just kept thinking about keeping Bug Boy and Big Al out… not to mention my pregnant self!!

Eww!!

So tomorrow my husband leaves for 3 days for a wedding out of town… fun fun fun… I get the task of calling the exterminator and trying to get to the bottom of this hideous thing!!

Sorry to vent… I guess this is what it’s like living in a house and not a rented apartment with a super and a handman on call 24/7!!

Till tomorrow —

Pregnancy and the City… so very very different.

I must say, being pregnant in the City was a hell of a lot easier than being pregnant in Suburbia!

Not that I’m complaining… I love being pregnant, I do. And I have known enough women out there who have struggled to get pregnant and have wished and wished upon stars to be pregnant… and would take 9 months of throwing up, 9 months of dizziness, 9 months of whatever just to be pregnant. So, again, I’m not complaining…

But…

When you’re pregnant in the City… and I was pregnant twice in New York City… so I am speaking with some experience here… there are just some things that you take for granted – BIG TIME!

First, there are no cars you have to worry about driving. At least my husband (Steeler man) and I never had a car in the City that we drove everyday. So bascially it eliminated me from doing this seatbelt dance with my 7 month pregnany belly! It sometime takes me a good 3 or 4 pulls with the seatbelt to even get it to feel “comfortable”. I must say, the bus in New York City was my main transportation… and it was heaven! I steered clear from subways and taxis (unless it was night time!).

Second, you can get ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING ordered to your door. I know we have take out here in Suburbia… but with any craving… Thai, Chinese, Italian, German, Pizza, Russian, Non-alcoholic beer (a definite taste craving here and there)… Pharmacies… Bookstores… Candy stores… everythign delivered! And at almost any hour of the day… it was lunacy! Truly. It was lunacy!

Third, I didn’t walk as much in New York City. Everyday, between chasing my 2 little boys, and just going about the business of my day, I am on my feet from sun up, till sun down. Very different from the City. At work, I was behind my desk. I live maybe 3 blocks from the bus stop, 4 from the subways and the taxis pulled right in front of my door. So my lack of walking around all the time… it really didn’t phase me until this pregnancy.

Forth… and I’ll stop here… but in the City when I was pregnant… it was high fashion. I’m not kidding, I remember, even before I got pregnant women would walk around with their outfits and look MAGNIFICENT! Tailored clothes… runway clothes… I couldn’t wait to be pregnant just to wear these things! And now… ahhh…. heaven… women are practical. Sheek still… because I do think it depends on the woman herself… but oh… everything is so practical!! LOVE IT!!!

Ok… so that’s my little tidbit tonight… I’m off to watch my guilty pleasure of Gilmore Girls (shhh…) and make myself a HUGE cup of hot chocolate… after all, they are saying snow tomorrow….