Drum Roll Please

Most of you know that tomorrow is the big ultrasound day. I am soooooo excited. I can't quite believe still we're cheating and finding out. But I also cannot wait for that moment tomorrow.

The only bad part is, last time I found out the sex, I got to hold that kiddo a few minutes later. This time - ah! - I've got such a long wait left to go.

Hopefully it'll be more motivating than anything else - as I will have lots of blue or pink decorating to do in the next few months. Well, after I sell my house and buy another one and move all my crap into it, that is. THEN I get to pick the paint swatches.

And, hopefully baby will be perfectly happy and healthy in there. First and foremost. Wish us luck.

And check back here tomorrow, same bat time, same bat channel, for what promises to be a newsworthy post.

Clothes Horse

Ha ha! Not that I feel like a horse (yet) but in anticipation of getting there soon, I bought my first two pieces of maternity clothing this week.

A black peasant style t-shirt from Target - and a pair of designer jeans that were SO not from Target.

The combined total is $120. I'd prefer not to give data on the split - but we all know Tarjay don't sell no $50 shirts so you can imagine the jeans were quite a splurge.

SOMEONE who shall rename nameless (but who might be a mommy to a daughter named Bridget) is to blame for making me even contemplate such high priced maternity wear as these jeans I purchased yesterday.

But really REALLY, don't judge until you try. They actually make me look good. They fit SO much better than any pair of jeans I had last time. They have this really thin, really soft and - if you don't mind it going up to your boobs - comfy.

But I will say - despite their physics-defying ability to make me look normal - even cute - in present condition ... they still get that saggy preggo butt - albeit to a less degree - 5 or 6 hours into wearing them.

I plan on washing them constantly and wearing them every night and weekend. Because I sure can't buy 2 pairs. AND, they will be the only expensive item I buy - no weddings coming up. AND, I don't plan to buy much new clothes at all. I am still hoping to borrow some, but also to hit resale shops.

To keep me honest - in the spirit of WW Points tracking - I will be logging purchases at right. Since half of you polled spent a few hundred bones and the other half might have hit four figures, I am figuring something in the middle seems appropriate - so I am aiming for $400.

Considering I'm wearing about 21% of that budget right now, that's an aggressive goal. But if I stick to clearance and sales ... use my Bella band to squeeze into normal clothes another month or two ... and swallow my pride to make use out of the now-too-big-but-probably-still-usable-clothes from Matthew's pregnancy ... I think I can do it.

And I really want to - because every dime I don't spend on maternity clothes can be pumped into (a) furniture for new house (b) cute baby crap I don't need but will be desperately trying to justify purchasing for #2 and (c) clothes for post-baby me when God willing, I lose this weight again next winter.

BABIES!

This is for you Vanessa because I don't have your email handy. CONGRATULATIONS!

You officially make the TENTH preggo I know of between now and well, your due date. Although one might have since popped, and I also suspect others are brewing.

What was in the water for all us broads last fall/winter? Oh yeah, must have been booze...

You Know You've Gained More Than Just Baby Weight When...

You ask your husband if your butt's getting bigger and he looks terrified. So you ask again and he says, well, maybe a little.

And when you can still fit your pants - but not without a wedgie - which you wore to work before you really realized the full extent of the problem (the problem, again, being your butt).

And when you've consumed about 5,400 calories a day for the last three months out of the cheese and bread and pizza and Special Dark Chocolate Sauce food categories alone. Culminating in a meal Saturday night involving salami, mini-tacos, Cheetos, cheese fondue, chocolate covered Twizzlers and - yes - Twinkies AND Zingers. In my defense, it was a junk food party for my preggo friend Cara, who'd had a rough week and needed fun girl time. In my butt's defense, did I need to bring home the salami in a bag and make a sandwich to take to BED?

Heartwarming Sibling Moments #1 and 2 Down, 999,998 to Go

Last night, Matthew and I were comparing belly buttons. Why, you don't? And instead of saying "button" and poking mine, he poked it and said... "Baby."

WHAT?

I cannot tell you how many people - who maybe haven't been around not-quite-two-year-olds in a while - have asked me what Matthew thinks about the baby. What baby? He knows less than nothing about the baby. He knows one baby and his name is Baby (even though it's William) and he's our neighbor who our nanny Libby also cares for. That's The One Baby of the World.

But with everyone asking, we both felt the need to make lame attempts to teach Matthew about the baby, is there a baby in mommy's tummy? there's a baby in here! etc. Maybe 2 or 3 times. I got embarrassed. Who are we kidding? I felt as dumb as when I try to talk to to the baby in my belly (anyone out there good at that? I feel like a weenie).

Anyway, when the other night happened it reminded me that toddlers are never not listening. They are always, thrillingly and terrifyingly, taking. every. word. in. As evidenced by his also proudly exclaimed "SHIT! SHIT!" tonight after hearing his Daddy loudly struggling with something in the kitchen. But I digress...

Moment #2 was tonight. We're reading something with a baby. I decide to capitalize, pat my tummy and ask what's in there. He says baby, poking my belly button and leaning down for a peek in. Then we talked about, The baby's hungry! The baby needed uppies! And that the baby needed crackers!

I needed a video camera and a Mensa application. I don't care that he can't read yet. HE IS MY BABY GENIUS.

Update: Experiment a Massive Failure

Well, 8-10 glasses of water, and here is an approximation of what I consumed Friday. I don't know exactly because I stopped religiously tracking what I was eating way back in early January. That was when my appetite doubled, ala some type of north woods lumberjack. What was the point of tracking "yep, I ate 60 points again today!"

Raisin Bran crunch - Good!

Morning snack of some sort, let's say apple - Good!

First lunch - Lean Cuisine including chicken breast and GREEN BEANS - Good!

Second lunch - Hot dog - Very Bad*
*Note that I was walking to microwave to pick up L.C. when I overheard a coworker was "going to visit the hot dog guy." With no pride, I asked him to please bring me one, and oh could he buy because I had no cash?

Reese's mini-cup(s) - Since don't know number - we'll say Borderline Bad

Pre-dinner snack of something in my car on way home, let's say crackers - Fine?

Dinner at Mexicon restaurant - ok here goes:
Chips, salsa - Fi... but wait, CHEESE DIP - which I consumed 80% of vs. Mike's 20% - Very Bad
Dos Enchiladas -What do you think?
Fried ice cream - What do you think?
Fake beer -Blech - and Borderline Bad

Second dessert at home, let's say Light Hostess Cupcake - Would be Good! but see above

I'm not saying, as far as pregnant eating goes, this is the end of the world. I am saying, I thought that resuming healthy water drinking - which I've totally not done lately - might restrain me a bit.

And it just had no impact, at all, other than sending me the potty about 15 times that day. Because duh, babies don't like water. They like whole milk, cookies, cheese, bread products, and dawgs.