30 weeks down!

I think this picture makes me look smaller than I really am. I feel like I cannot possibly get any bigger, yet I have two more months to go! How do people do this with more than one in there?? See my face? I'm trying really hard not to look like a tool. Fail.

I'm 30 weeks and 3 days today. I'm really planning on carrying for another 8 weeks, and then jumping up and down until BabyJoe comes out. I don't want to go the full 40 weeks because having a baby in August sounds like it would be a very hot and sweaty experience. As it is, having a baby in July will be hot and sweaty. August is always Africa hot here in CT, and I just don't want to be preggo after July 31st. That sounds reasonable right? :-)

It seems like all of a sudden my appetite has grown tenfold. I feel like I could eat every minute of everyday and still be hungry. My thoughts are consumed with food all day long. That's when my brain is capable of having thoughts. Mostly, I'm braindead all day. I try to concentrate at work, but it's hard to when you have a giant stomach that move independently. I poke and prod BabyJoe all day long and in return, he kicks my ass! I don't think it will ever get old. I worried in the beginning when I was so sick that I would be one of those people that hated being pregnant and then people would be mad that I hated it after wanting this for so long, but I can honestly say that I have loved most of every minute. I still wouldn't mind him coming any time after 38 weeks, though!

We finally moved the carp out of his room and started work on the nursery. By "we", I mean Mr. Joe. Although, I did put the crib together with him - and we did it without any yelling or injury! Of course, there may have been a few Captain and Cokes involved in keeping the peace. Just saying. The room is painted a light green. I need to find an area rug to go in there and then it will be ready to be crammed full of baby paraphernalia. I can't believe my first of two showers is next week. This is going by so fast!

Mr. Joe and I celebrated 3 years of marriage on Wednesday. Since we are very fancy people, we had an anniversary dinner at the Red Lobster, at around 4:30 with the senior citizens. I'm pretty sure we were the youngest couple in there. Afterwards we went shopping at Dick's for a putter. Pretty exciting 3rd anniversary, huh? We live on the edge. This kid is going to have one craaaaaazy life!

28 ish weeks

Good morning internets!
What has me up at the crack of dawn on a Saturday you ask?
The three hour glucose test, of course!

That's right - I failed the one hour glucose test, which earned me the pleasure of doing it again for THREE hours. Here's the thing: I LOVE me some sweets, but I HATE drinking things that are sugary. I only drink water and diet coke and extremely watered down apple juice. We're talking 90% water, 10% juice. So having to drink that nasty glucola crap was like pure torture. Having to do it twice must be karma for something terrible that I've done in the past but can't seem to recall now. Whatever I did karma, I'm sorry. Very, very sorry. Please don't let me have gestational beetus.

I'm currently at the hospital in an empty cafe typing on their thousand year - old computer to kill time. So far, I've killed 20 minutes of the 3 hours. And it was a long and painful battle to kill them. I forgot a book because I'm at the stage where I'm braindead. So, here I am.

What else can I tell you about? My friend Kelli in Texas had her some babies over Easter weekend. I'm sure they're adorable, but I've yet to see pictures as proof. I'm waaaaaaaiting! :-)

Oh! And I full - on peed my pants yesterday when I sneezed. To be honest, it's only been about a year and a half since I last peed my pants, but that was on my sister's birthday and was as a result of being slightly intoxicated and way too giddy. This time, I was stone cold sober and I didn't even have to go! I was getting ready to do some laundry in my dusty laundry room when out of no where I had this crazy powerful sneeze that almost knocked me on my ass. Then BLAM - wet pants. Marvelous.

So clearly I fail at processing sugars and holding my bladder. I'm going to be an awesome mom, I bet.
I also fail at taking a 28 week picture and blogging.

Tomorrow Mr. Joe and I are headed to the park with his family for family portraits! Can I tell you happy I am that Mr. Joe's mother decided to do family pictures while I was 7 months pregnant? I hope you can sense my sarcasm. While I love being pregnant, wet pants and all, I'm not very pleased with how I look right now. It's not that I think I look huge and hideous, but I've looked better, and I don't see the harm in waiting a few more months and taking the pictures when I look like a normal human being again. AND I have an outside baby to be in the pictures too! Apparently that is a terrible idea. Oh well.

Almost time for me to get my blood drawn. Then only two more hours to go! Wish me luck and think low sugar level thoughts for me. The idea of not getting to eat cake until after BabyJoe is here makes me weepy.