Seven Deadly Sins of Pregnancy

I’m pretty sure that throughout this pregnancy I’ve done each of the seven deadly sins. Let’s see …


Sloth? Um, I go to bed at 9am and sleep until 8:30am. I’d sleep longer but the dog wakes me up. And I take at least one hour nap a day. Oh, and I can’t be bothered to pick up my clothes, even if they are sitting underneath the clothes chute. See the pic? How bad is that??


Gluttony? If I can’t make up my mind about what I want to eat … I eat all the options.

Greed? I registry stalk. I am so incredibly grateful for every gift that is given to us, trust me! I don’t even think it’s real sometimes that people are willing to actually give us things we need. I’ve been shopping so much for the baby lately that my mom had to tell me to stop until after the shower!! But that doesn’t stop me from registry stalking and checking up on what people are getting us, and getting wicked excited when a “big ticket” item comes off.

Lust? No, I’m not lusting after LL Cool J or the guy who lives behind us and mows his lawn wearing shorts and long black trouser socks. The thought of tacos sends me into a crazy, drooling fit. I could eat tacos for every meal, every day. God I love tacos.

Wrath? Don’t get me started on pregnancy hormones.

Envy? Bellies with no stretch marks. Oh, and those women that are so incredibly thin and beautiful and have a matching beautiful baby bump … and no baby fat anywhere else. Oh, and those women that can pop out a baby one day, and two days later can fit into their pre-pregnancy jeans …. and NOT the fat jeans!!

Pride? I’m pretty sure my kid is cuter than your kid. Have you seen the ultrasound picture? That was taken almost 2 months ago, so I bet he’s even cuter now! And just wait until he’s an outside baby. He’ll be the smartest kid on the block! No one can touch this kid!

I’m sure God will forgive me for these … right? Right? He made pregnant women the way they are, right?

Well, just add these to the list that puts me on the fast track to H-E-Double hockey sticks!

30 week doctor appointment

Had my 30 week appointment yesterday, and I’m happy to report that everything is going well! Wilson is measuring right on track (he was too big about a month ago) and Aric’s heart rate was in the mid 130s.

Oh, and while the OB was listening to the heartrate, Aric reached out and kicked the doppler! It was cool actually hearing the kick!

As far as positioning, the OB didn’t say anything, but then again, she’s not one to offer information unless she’s asked to give it. But I’m going to assume you are in some position. Seriously, I have no idea where Aric is. Last night I had such intense pressure and pain in my pelvis and cervix that I could have sworn his head was down there. This was confirmed when I felt several rib kicks during the movie last night (District 9 – actually a really good movie!).

Then, this afternoon, he was sideways, then he was breech again. At least I know there’s enough room for him to flip and turn … at least until 36 weeks.

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WIILLLLSSSSOOOONNNN!!!

The baby belly has a name. From henceforth, Aric’s incubating place shall be known as Wilson. Wilson, after the volleyball in the movie Cast Away. Check out the stretch marks and you will see why! They all seem to have arranged themselves just on the front of my belly, in the shape of the bloody handprint on the volleyball.

Thanks to the lovely ladies at the 3rd Tri board on http://www.thebump.com/ for that suggestion!

This reminds me of a Family Guy episode (as most events in daily life tend to do):

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZ6D919dm7A
Not sure where this video came from or who to credit it to, but hey, it’s on You Tube!