My Fat Fingers!

Okay so they are not even noticeably fat - at least not to you anyways. To me, my once long lean fingers are slowly turning into paws or ‘Greg hands’ as I am now referring to them inside my head. Not that I have inner dialogues about my hands with myself all that often, but seriously, pregnancy changes
e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g...

While I can deal with my stubby greggy like fingers, this week marked a turning point as I can no longer comfortably wear my wedding rings. I know some people take their rings off every night, but I wore mine all the time and these past few days without them have been a bit traumatic. After I took them off during the day at work, I knew it was time to give them a permanent location at home for the next few months.

It’s not just the nakedness I feel when I reach down to twirl and admire my beautiful rings or even the general sense that something is missing - it’s also the fact that I feel just a little insecure looking so pregnant and looking so un-wed at the same time. Not that it even really matters, but I sort of feel like people are going to look at me differently.
Just last week the Marshall’s guy was all: Is this your name on the credit card?
Me: ummm yes.
Him: Just have to check because some mothers give their girls the credit card to spend and they aren’t allowed to do that here.
Me: Umm...my mom lives in Atlanta. (not the most clever response, but I was caught off guard!)
Him: Well, regardless of whether or not the mother still lives at home...
Him: *concerned face*
Great not only does he think that I am 16 and pregnant, but that my mother also abandoned me!! I took my credit card back with my left hand hoping that he might notice the giant rock on my finger and realize his mistake. Hello - I'm old enough to be on my own, I have a husband, clearly, look. Look!!... not likely... 

I am sure one day I will be stoked about the fact that I don't look old enough to have my own credit cards, but at the moment I am not really loving it. And now as my ring finger tan line slowly fades away I will probably be reaching for things with my right hand more often. I am seriously missing my rings... I have even already visited them a few times in their secret hiding place to give them some love and let them know they are still cared for. At least I know they will be safe until birth time and not carelessly abandoned at my desk because I’m having a fatty finger day. 

(We will add this to the exponentially growing list of reasons why I want baby to get here now - right after ‘cute ass baby hats’ of course).

The Petunia Pickle Bottom Dilemma

So I am at PBK (Pottery Barn Kids) to order my crib and changing table and I am looking around the store to see if anything else catches my eye. I have a 10% off moving coupon that I can only use once so I figure I might as well buy some things that I may want and I can always return them later. Yes, of course I know that’s how they get you, but what can I say? I’m a sucker for good deals… So I see this great diaper bag that is way too much monies, but apply the above theory and it’s mine along with a changing pad, changing pad cover, and the letters L, I, and M – A is on backorder until the middle of October. I mean really? How can an A be on backorder??? But the nice lady who also happens to live in Exeter orders it for me online to be shipped to me (for free!) So whatevs. I pack up all of my goodies and scurry home super excited.

The first thing I do when I get home is hang the bag on the stroller and it just doesn’t look quite right. Greg of course is always super supportive and super unhelpful, “It doesn’t have to match the stroller! And it looks great sweetie.” He is also not a big fan of my buying and returning things habit... So flash forward a couple weeks and the changing pad cover no longer matches the bedding set so in I go back to pbk with my cover and diaper bag – just in case I see something I like better. It just so happens that they have a gray one with a small amount of yellow, which would match our stroller perfectly. I, however, immediately loose all decision making skills. I am now equally torn between the two bags. I text Greg a picture of both asking his opinion, but it doesn’t go through, besides, we already know what he will say… Something along the lines of – silly wife, just pick one! Or you aren’t going to go with what I pick anyways, so why should I pick. The later is his favorite when we are out. And while it may be true it’s not that I don’t trust his opinion, but it’s that sometimes I need someone to pick something else so I can realize which one I really wanted.

Anyways back to pbk, I then text Sis n’ Law Jenny. Who is much better at decision making then I am. Please note the checkout lady was no help at all - she was all ooo I love the lime green. She goes on about something and then it seems like she is talking me out of owning either diaper bag – something about how she had a nice one, but just used the one from the hospital – can’t understand why they are so expensive, blah, blah- so I just start to ignore her. Clearly, she just doesn’t get it – I don’t care how many kids she has on me. I mean I already have it narrowed my search down to two, I really can’t start over at this point…So I “decide” to just buy the gray one without returning the green one and told them I am going to take them home to my husband so he can decide. Not true. I am going to go home and agonize over another silly decision. I walk out the store and get the text response from Jenny, “The one on the right! My coworker said the one of the left is gay. :)” I look at them again and she’s so right! The daisies are actually really annoying me now. And I think my subconcious knew I wanted the gray one because I couldn’t give it up when the sales lady picked lime green for me. So thank you, Jenny’s coworker. I marched back in to the store and returned the green one. I don’t really care if they all think (/know) that I’m crazy, but can you imagine Greg’s face if I had gotten home with TWO (not cheap) diaper bags??!! Anyways – I am loving my new bag!!! Can’t wait to hang it on the stroller and power walk the town in style!!!

IT'S A BOY!!!

It’s a boy! Okay so we actually found out over a month ago - on June 2^nd to be precise (I only remember because I just got the bill), but you are just now finding out because now it’s actually going on this blog. Though James and myself (the only two people reading/writing this respectively) are already privy to this information.

One of life’s most asked questions - To be or not to be? Or in this case to determine the gender or not to determine the gender? Boy or girl? Unfortunately, these questions along with many cannot be answered with a simple 42. Oh wells, life will go on. Quite literally! Because there is a little life in me! Get it? Get it!!?? Okay then, moving right along. Greg – the baby daddy – also known as husband – or in the baby blogging community something called DH. I am pretty sure DH stands for ‘darling husband’, but I may have just made that one up. Sort of like how when you control V – I mean clearly the V stands for Velcro, but somehow not everyone is in on this little fact. Seriously though, is there some sort of cheat sheet for all the stupid acronyms out there? I have been known to gaze over a few horrifying birth stories or ‘am I gaining too much weight’ posts on the bump.com or other baby sites, but I tend to stop reading because I just don’t understand who is doing what to whom or when. It just isn’t worth my time. And I’m not some crazy mom (which isn’t so weird to say because we have doggies – the mom part that is) that is new to the internet, I still consider myself hip when it comes to internet lingo. (Does that mean I’m old if I just called myself hip? You don’t have to answer that – I’m not old, you can take my word). I mean I know how to lol and that wtf clearly doesn’t mean welcome to facebook, dad. No, not my dad – someone else’s dad thought that. My dad is not and never will be on fb, at least not unless my mom gets bored and makes an account for him. Though that sounds like something I would do. Hmm… good idea me. Hey Dad! WTF!!! You’re on FB now!!! (read that a few times – it works both ways!)
 

Okay so I guess I completely missed the point – this is supposed to be about finding out the baby’s gender. Anyways DH or BD - baby daddy as I like to call him – see what I just did there? I actually told you what my dumb acronym stood for so you can follow along my story without getting annoyed – at least not by the acronyms… So BD did not care either way if we found out the sex. I think he slightly wanted to be surprised which is fine, but I told him I would know and probably everyone else would know (I can’t keep secrets) so he might as well find out too. Me on the other hand, I HAD to know. Like yesterday. Like before the little pee stick turned blue – which is just an expression because there were actually two pink lines, but you get me. I don’t even like not knowing what I am going to have for dinner – so knowing whether or not I’m sprouting a little penis inside me was a must. And NO that does not mean I’m planning on eating my baby – or the placenta – ewwwwwwww! We will leave that up to the dingos. Okay, bad joke, but my baby will never be around dingos so I don’t think I need to knock on wood. Though, he will be around our massive dog Bear so maybe a little knock just in case. You knock too, okay James? Did you knock? Okay good.

So long story short it’s a BOY!

(Hopefully there will be another post after this – I’ll need your support to keep me motivated)

For James Chen!

Okay so one of my dearest online buddies actually created this blog for me so I could update on my journey to adding the newest Geihsler addition to our family. After months of a blank blog and constant harassment from James here is my first post! Stewie Squared gets his nickname from my Brother and Sis ‘n Law’s first baby Zoe… They wanted to be surprised on delivery day, but needed something to call her before she was born so they nicknamed her Stewie, while she was ‘stewing’. hehehe. Anyways, Stewie Squared is derived from that - though it’s clearly not the derivative ;) - But when my other Sis n’ Law Jenny finally gets knocked up hers will be Stewie cubed! Though I’m thinking Zoe’s big brother or sister will actually be Stewie cubed, but we can figure that out later.