2006...19 weeks...times a ticking!

I was just informed that I have not blogged today...but I have been a busy little beaver. From co-workers being sick and cleaning the bathroom to avoid the spreading of terrible germs to trying to figure out payroll, and dealing with Lucas' ten little toes smashing my third rib (maybe he thinks they are a giant zylophone?) I am about through with this day!

My New Years was okay. Not very eventful considering we didnt attend any parties or anything this year. Its kind of hard to get in the party spirit when you look like a small sized whale. So, Jeremy and I stayed home, cooked a nice steak dinner, watched a movie and made smoothies out of ice cream and fruit, minus the vodka.
Earlier in the day, I went to the maternity store in the mall and bought a shirt, and under shirt and a 3 pack of panties, and spent 48 freaking dollars! Geez! And the lady in there was really talkative, telling me that I shouldnt buy any maternity bras until AFTER I have my baby, because they will get BIGGER. Umm...Hello? Did she not see the hooters on me??? I don't even remember what it's like to fit into my victoria secret bras! And I would rather have maternity/nursing bras that fit NOW so that when I am done and through with this and they shrivel like prunes (thanks to a vulgar woman in the store with us.) I dont have fifty bras I cant wear. So, I am very appalled at the price of maternity wear. I am on a "getting-ready-to-have-a-baby-budget." I dont have that kind of money to spend on clothes. And I am really surprised that they stay in business. I guess they would. Wal-mart and Target dont have much to offer either.
So, I was a little disappointed there. Then I find out that my illusions pink xoxo purse ended up at my Mom's. So, I call my sister and ask her to specifically bring it to me. She doesnt. And it really upset me. I was kind of pissed actually. I tell her, lets go and get it. Jeremy refuses to let me to go. Its after nine and he says no. My parents are like, 3 minutes up the road, for goodness sakes. This led to an absolute tearful meltdown. I sat in my bedroom floor and cried. And cried. And cried. You would have thought my life was over. It was awful. And poor Jeremy catches the worse of it.
Lucas is moving more and more everyday. Jeremy felt him move for the first time Sunday night when he was doing his usual acrobatics. And I think jeremy was awed by it. But he doesnt seem too excited. Maybe this isnt real to him yet? I dont know how much more real it can possibly get at this point. Maybe I am at an advantage because I experience more at this point. I mean, we have discussed his hopes and dreams for our son, but hes more curious as to whether he will be like me or like him. I don't know. We just take it one week at a time. And its weird...if I think in terms of month...I feel depressed that I have SO much longer to go. If I think in terms of weeks, I have 19 weeks to go, if he comes at 40 weeks. It seems so much sooner. Either way, I am ready for him to be here, and not in me. I swear, he kicks like a quarterback. And every night, Jeremy puts cocoa butter on my belly and sides to avoid itchy skin and it really is making the stretch marks fade...they arent gone, but they arent as noticeable either, and he talks to Lucas while he does it. I guess thats better then nothing.
I am still excited. Terrified, but excited.
I have a doctors appointment tomorrow at 9:30 so I will probably blog after that so that I can share all of the ghastly things they do to me.