So things have been going great with being prego. I think the worse thing that has happened to me is falling down the stairs and bruising my tailbone at the beginning. I think both me and Brad are thanking our stars that it hasn’t been worse.

Pepper is a kicker.

At the beginning, I would count down the days to my next baby appt because I would get to hear the heartbeat and know that she’s still doing well. There were times, I was tempted to steal the heart monitor and take it home. I think I was afraid of a miscarriage happening. And it caused some anxiety in the 1st trimester.

But as I moved into the 2nd trimester, I could feel Pepper kick. She kicks me everyday to let me know she’s there. Sometimes, it feels like my whole lower half vibrates from the kicks.

So the other morning, I was drinking a iced mocha from McDs. I haven’t really been drinking a lot of caffeine. Honestly, I drink enough to get the taste and Brad drinks the rest. I’m sitting at work and drinking my drink and Pepper starts. . .

BAM
BAM
BAM
BAM

I was like, “Whoa, chica calm down.”

BAM
BAM
BAM

Okay. . . the thought went through my head that maybe the caffeine is affecting all this. So I stopped, I started drinking my water and lemonade. (yes it was watered down, Sam!)

So she stopped.

After like 30mins, I took a couple big swigs of the mocha again. Within a couple minutes. . .

BAM
BAM
BAM
BAM

It’s just funny that it would take minutes for her to let me know that the caffeine makes her hyper. And also that her mom would test the effects of it before she’s born.

So I knew last year that my driver’s license was going to expire on my birthday.

Who is going to try to renew their license 2 days after Christmas??!!! What! I know you can renew up to 6mos in advance. . . but I didn’t want to be a person who’s actually on top of their shit. That’s just ridiculous!!!

So what do I do instead?? Plan a weekend trip to Cali and then wait to the last possible moment to get my license renewed. Feel free to sit back and laugh because I deserve it for damn sure.

The day before the flight, I remembered that I need a valid license to fly. Oh shit. . . well gosh thanks to the law change, I need to get my birth certificate, ssn card, and if I have an address change I need two proofs of my address.

I fly out of my office yesterday to go home to rummage through my files frantically looking for my birth certificate. I found the boy’s. . .but I couldn’t find mine. So I head down town to Utah Dept. of Health. No problem.

My dad calls me while I’m heading to the DMV and I noticed on my birth certificate, it stated that Mom was 22 when she had me. Dad was 38. . . that means he robbed the cradle!!!! So I asked him about it. Do ya’ll know how my parents met?

How my Parent’s met:
My dad was fighting on the side of the US in the Vietnam War. He’s got this wicked scar from a knife fight on his leg. Well after they lost the war, he was able to come to America. (now this is his words not mine) While he was boarding the boat, he saw my mom, she was kind of cute so he asked her if she wanted to go to America with him. If she did then he would come to America first and get a job. Once he got a job, he’d save enough to bring her here. And what girl in a war torn country would say no to that. So after a couple months my dad was able to get all the paperwork done to bring my mom over. They go married. They got prego. And here I am.

So I asked Dad about my birth certificate and he said there’s no way he married a 22yr old. She was way older than that when she had me. To which i was like, she could of lied. . .about her age. But why would she lie about being older, you usually lie about being younger.

But I did call my dad a cradle robber and we had a good laugh about it.

Back to the DMV drama. . .

I get to the DMV at 5pm and I’m already behind like 30 ppl waiting to get a number. At 5:20, they say, “We are no longer handing out numbers. There are people with numbers that might not even get served today.” At this point I’m freaking out and stay in line in hopes that I’m somehow special because I’m the one who left it to the very last day possible to get a license renewed to fly the next day. I got the front of the line and the lady informed me that ONE DMV is open tomorrow @ 7am since they have so many people to serve.

I woke up this morning at 5am.
Showered
And got on the road by 6:10am
Got a coffee
Arrived at the DMV
20th Person in line by 6:20
Got in at 7am
Took a written test at 7:20
92% Passing (missed 2 questions. . . which after I reviewed it made sense why I missed it)
Got a Temporary license til my new one arrives in 3 weeks.
Get to travel without being hasselled by the man. . . not priceless, PAINFUL!

So I haven’t updated for a while. . . I think blogs are dying. But I’ll try do some mouth to mouth on this blog and maybe it will come back to life. If that doesn’t do the trick, I’ll have to find a island with a temple that has a magical pool that looks like someone pee’d and crapped in it for god knows how many years. . . and soak life back into it.

If you don’t follow Brad on Twitter, here’s his twit last night:

“Wudan07: @sukie80 refuses to gain a lb\week – there goes my dream of a full-term baby.”

I had my recent baby check-up appt yesterday. Currently I’m at 21/22 weeks, and I’ve only gained 6 pounds. If you think I’m bragging about this put yourself in the assuming bunch of people. I’m really worried about it actually, even though the midwife said that I’m in the normal range but on the lower end. She told me that I should be gaining a pound a week til I pop. Holy shit! I’m half way through and I’ve only gained 6pounds how the hell am I suppose to gain a pound a week???!!!!

Brad suggested that I get a tub o’ lard and a big straw and put it next to me at work and start chuggin’.

I’ve been eating 6x a day and I haven’t been holding back. Ultimately, the whole reason I worry about the weight gain is because I don’t want to have another prem-ie. If you don’t know, the boy was born 6weeks early. He was due 7/4 and he came 5/22. 5 pounds 2 ounces. We were really lucky that he was healthy but how can I expect to be struck by lightning twice???

Final Season Of ‘Lost’ Promises To Make Fans More Annoying Than Ever

This morning was Ultrasound Day.

I setup the appt early in the morning because people had work, school, etc. So 8am everyone met at the new Intermountain Medical Center (which was Karla (mother inlaw), Missy (sister inlaw) and Sarah (girlfriend)).

Don’t worry on the way there I almost killed the whole family because some douchebag didn’t want to stop on the yellow and I had to turn left.

Before I had my appointment, I talked to my midwife and she said it was okay to bring the boy, and a couple people. So I think I ended up inviting about 5 people plus Brad and the boy. So if everyone came it would of been 7 people in the room not including me.

Well when we got the hospital, I quickly went to check in. But also found out that since the boy is under 14 he’s not even allowed in the hospital. Blame the H1N1 scare.

“Acting on a recommendation from the Utah Hospitals & Health Systems Association, University Hospital in Salt Lake City, as well as Intermountain Healthcare, IASIS Healthcare and MountainStar hospitals, have banned visitors under age 14. They have also limited other visitors to two at a time — whether in a patient’s room or accompanying a patient to an emergency room.”

I was soooo mad!! I mean, my intent was to let the boy see the cool ultrasound machine. I think he’d get a kick out that, but since he’s only 10 – he had to stay out in the waiting room. Luckily, Sarah hung out with him for the first part of the appointment.

We went through seeing if the fetus had arms and legs. . which it did and all fingers and toes were accounted for. (sigh of relief)

I then asked the technician. . . “Girl or boy??”
“I can’t tell right now” Apparently the tiger baby was sitting crossed-leg and hiding the private parts. They made me go to the bathroom and walk around to see if the fetus could move. I walked up and down the hall. . .occasionally doing leg squats.

I asked if Brad would tag out and have Sarah come in for the rest of the appointment since she did take the morning off work to come. And he was good with it, which I’m so luck to have an understanding husband.

The fetus did move and will no longer be known as “the fetus”. . . . Officially it will be known was. . . .Pepper.

That’s right, we’re having a girl!!!!

So I’m sitting here on the couch, downstairs, watching tv. . and there’s some awful funk coming from the side table to my right. I could lean over there and see what’s making that awful funk, but I don’t want to.

I’m too scared.

I’ll tackle it tomorrow.

I thought I could make it. . . but since I’ve been surrounded by sick people I was bound to get something. My co-workers have been sick, the boy has been sick, and my mother in-law had something. It was only a matter of time. . . so now I’ve got this wicked cold.

Every time I sneeze, I feel like the fetus could just jump right out of my uterus. I just had a prego checkup and asked the nurse if that could happen? And she just laughed at me. . . I was kind of serious. I also thought. . .gosh what if I’m giving the baby some kind of brain damage because it’s bouncing so hard against the walls or bad whiplash. Okay, I’m being dumb. .. but I can’t help but worry and think of the stupidest worse case scenario.

I’ve got my ultrasound appt scheduled and we’re finding out what we’re having.

I know! I know! “I thought you said you weren’t finding out?” I can’t help it!

Last night, while I was laying in bed I turned over to Brad and said:

“I’m afraid of having a girl.”
“Why?”
“Because what if I ruin her? Like I’m not the girly-girly and I don’t know how to teach her to be girly-girly. I think I would be lost.”
“She’ll be like you and that’s great”

And then I thought, “how sweet!” but honestly what if I fail being a mom to the future girl?

This whole being prego is totally a different experience than the last time I was prego.

Tell me if this is messed up or not. . . .

The day after Thanksgiving, Old Navy had a sale on jeans – $15/pair. So I ventured out with all the crazy crowds and looked at pants. Here’s the really screwed up part . . . I’m a size 6 at Old Navy (I won’t even rant about how woman sizes vary from store to store) So I figured I’d be a size 6 in maternity pants. NOT THE CASE!!! Too big!!! Well okay, lets try a size 4. A little room in the thighs and the trunk area. Go back and get a size 2 and try them on. . . WHAT THE HELLS BELL!! I fit in a size 2 perfectly. What are they trying to do to me? I mean, are they trying to boost my self esteem or something?

I didn’t buy them. . . .

But with the recent developments, meaning my stomach is popping out. I need more pants to wear!!! I can’t do what I did last time when I was prego with the boy. I can’t wear size 32 men’s jeans. I need to look a little more professional and not gangster.

I finally broke down and bought some pants at the Target last night.

What’s the deal with maternity clothes being by the plus sizes!!!

What’s the deal with maternity clothes being so dang expensive!!!!!

I’m sitting here eating my lunch at work. . . lasagna mmm. . .

And thought bout this – I will never cook lasagna again. That’s right, I bought a frozen Stouffer’s lasagna and it’s the best I’ve ever had. The thing that prompted me to buy one is because we just recently had a holiday get-together with the fish club. It was like a potluck and someone brought a lasagna. It was so good! My friend Heil told me that it has to be Stouffer’s. So I thought I’d try it out and yup. . . it was good and easy to make. What’s easier than setting the oven and waiting 2hrs for good food.

Another thing I will never cook. . or make. . sushi. Too much work.

Add Dim Sum to that list. . will never make it.

Vietnamese egg rolls. . .

Pho. . .

Waste of time if you ask me.