Skip to main content

Almost like her first word

The Orclette's vocabulary is ever-expanding. She knows what juice is, she knows what oranges and bananas are. She knows that saying "crackers" will obtain her some form of chip or cracker. Saying "bite" will send the adult currently watching her into a hunt for the food that will please her. But last night she said something entirely different.

"Hot. Pocket."

Did you see that? My daughter said Hot Pocket! I squealed, of course, Damm thought it was cool, and she got her Hot Pocket (Lean Pocket, actually). /sniff. So proud of my smart little baby. Who refuses to wake up this morning. Who would think that it would be me trying to wake her up? For almost a year and a half we hoped and prayed that she would sleep later than 7 a.m. And now, here she is, refusing to wake up. She obviously is her daddy's child.

Also last night. I am getting bigger. And only in the stomach area so apparently it's very noticeable. And people have no qualms about looking my way and without any other greeting saying "oh my gosh! you're so big!"

I know. You want to know how I know? Here ya go: little one keeps kicking me either in the lungs or in the bladder. Can anyone say uncomfortable? My balance is off because I'm carrying about 15 extra pounds. My feet get swollen if I stand up too long. I have to wear maternity clothes-which are very cute this year, yes, but still. I get winded walking up a flight of stairs. In about 2 months I'll have to switch to shoes I can just slip-on because I won't be able to reach my feet. My lower back aches at odd times now. If little one decides to press up against the sciatic nerve ooh watch out. Mamma in pain and mamma not be happy.

So, I know. It DOES NOT help to be reminded. I vastly prefer the kind people who said the following: "Wow, you're 6 months? But you're so little!" and "You know, you're a cute pregnant person. You never looked like you were getting fat, just like you were pregnant."

/vent turn off. I know some people love being pregnant and rejoice in every aspect. But there are those of use who just want this part to be over. So know your pregnant person before you speak. If they want comments on how big they are, go for it. If they want you to touch their stomach (totally weird) then do it. BUT if they don't, then back off and don't get hurt when they punch you. Would you comment on someone's weight or try and touch their stomach at any other time? Hopefully not. And my /vent turn off didn't work, obviously.

Ok. Time to forcibly wake up the little gorgeous princess. And offer her "bites."

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

INSANITY. Day 2.

My thoughts on the Plyometric Cardio Circuit? My floor has never looked so appealing. And I never thought I'd be one of the "yellers." In exercise lingo (not another lingo!:) that means you yell when things get hard. Oh bother. Another pun. Anyway, Shaun T's Basketball Drills had me yelling. And grunting as good as those humongo body builders do. And as good as Tim the Tool Man Taylor:) Damm's thoughts were that he didn't push as hard as he could've BUT this time he was standing at the end of the workout. And as soon as he actually sat down he couldn't get back up:) We aren't going to change what we eat yet. We were already ingesting good-for-you foods. According to the caloric needs calculater Damm should be eating around 3,000 calories working out 6 days a week and I should be at 2,400. I'm already at 2,000-2,200 because I'm still the main food source of the Little Man. Not sure where Damm falls on the calorie count. Anyway, not upping ou...

The Cat is Out of the Bag

I wonder where that expression comes from? There is this fabulous book that can tell you, only I forgot the name of it. Next time I come across it I think I'm going to have to buy it. Anyway. I was going to wait. A long time. Maybe forever. I don't like people coming up and hugging me, smiling and saying congratulations, or asking me questions. But Damm was talking to his recruiter about insurance. And he mentioned something that he should've told the recruiter was non-repeatable, because 5 minutes later the recruiter told Damm's mother (I have no earthly idea why he's talking to her-I keep forgetting to ask). After that I had to tell my mother. We haven't told any extended family members because there are quite a few here celebrating Damm's mother's graduation and that would be the worst form of torture I can imagine. So yeah, I'm knocked up again :P And this time I'm getting the t-shirt. "It" is due August 11. I have not been to a doc...

Pedestels

Me and someone had an interesting conversation yesterday. Prompting this short question post: Who do you put on a pedestel? Who do you look down on? Don't answer either of these please. I don't really want to know. I just did a personal inventory and realized there are an awful lot of people that I either elevate or disparage for reasons that are not really valid reasons. I know there are people I've thought horrible things about who were really just normal regular joes who were smart in other areas but inexperianced in the arena I knew them in. I know there are people I've thought of as amazing self assured genius specimens of physical perfection....who were really insecure, incompetant, losers who wanted more from life. Anways this is just serious thoughts from the Orc.