Oh, Ive Miserably Failed!

Yes dear followers I've failed my attempt in blogging everyday. A lot of it being from stress and lack of sleep. Seriously guys, no matter how early I go to bed I still end up waking up at 5:30 every morning laying in bed hoping for a miracle ill fall back asleep. Which sleep never comes sadly. I guess my body is preparing me super early for cub #2.

Which honestly it doesn't bug me too much because I'm used to getting up early any way. Scotty has been getting up around seven or eight lately rather than one or nine thirty like he usually does. Now I wouldn't be so grouchy if I could sleep without back pain, lost feelings in my legs, and hubby to stop pushing me out of bed. I know he doesn't understand that I have severe hot flashes but geeez! Back of the the Eskimo covers! (He like to cover us up to our necks ugh)

So honestly I've been at home cleaning my but off because the nesting stage came early. Like really early, a week after I found out. And the one thing about the new house I can't stand is I can't get rid of this yeast smell! It drives me nuts! I have scrubbed, mopped, sprayed just about everything to get rid of it and nothing helps. It'll go away for a few hours and then in the dead of night like something awful, the smell will wake me up. Hunny can't really smell it so its just my supper sniffer can.

Well another thing I've been doing got the past few days is looking for organizing ideas for the kids rooms. I'm so excited to redo the kids rooms once Savannah get her stored items out of the house. Seriously I already have a plan for cub #2 room. Depending on boy or girl the color will have to wait, but still doesn't stop me from getting furniture and Pre organizing. I have so much planed! And since I'm only 7 weeks, I have plenty of time to do it, yay!

So pretty much my big projects deal with the closets. I plan on adding another shelf and rod to maximize clothes space. Since they are huge why not add extra rods for hanging clothes? I've gotten to the point where I can't stand not being able to find clothes in drawers. So my new thing has been "all clothes hung except socks and undies!" Now I know with babies you can't hang their diapers (unless cloth, which I'm debating on) but you can hang anything of there's with sleeves and it's awesome on drawer space.

My number one thing I was bad about my first go with Scotty, was never having enough socks. I hate baby socks because they go to Narnia while in the dryer. But if I have plenty of drawer space ill be able to locate bibs, socks, mittens, hats, and possibly booties. So I'm hung ho for the closet project. Hopefully I stick to the plan lol. Which I'm determined to now that I'm in the new house.

Well I know I talked a lot but hey I'm excited! Ill see you guys soon!!!

Well....this is awkward

So I noticed I've been M.I.A For quite some time now, but only because I thought my laptop was out of order so to speak. But anyways I know all of you were wanting to know how I'm doing in my last few weeks of mommy-to-be-ness. So here we go...

It has been quite the emotional roller coaster ride need I say,but things aren't always bad. Sometimes they're so sweet that I indeed want to cry, but isn't that how pregnancy is supposed to work? I believe so. Well moving on, I have four weeks left. Yikes! I honestly can not believe it. I'm actually rather sad because i feel like it went by extremely fast. I mean seriously, i had only found out i was ten weeks and six days in January. Now I have four weeks left. *Sigh*, this may sound odd but i wish it would have went by slower, but now that I'm about to pop heck I'm ready! Just like Spongebob :) The only thing I'm really worried about is after little Scotty is here. I'm already self conscious about how I look as it is, so lets go ahead and add stretch marks :( I have this feeling that Johnny won't see me as anything other than "pretty". Yes he does tell me I'm beautiful and things like that but I really don't feel it. Right now I just see myself as an over weight penguin. Hell make up doesn't even make me feel pretty anymore and that's saying something right there! Especially if you know me really well and know I'm pretty much obsessed with make up. Its just not doing its job for me now days. Its become just a hassle for me cause all I see it as now days is something else I don't need to worry about. I've got way too many things to worry about and stress over. Like sleep for example. And that's another funny thing, here lately I've been sleeping all day and completely wide awake at night. I think my son is telling me that he will NOT be a night time sleeper at all! If this is the case I'm leaving johnny to deal with the night time since he stays up all night. Hopefully johnny is indeed right and we have a good baby. Not saying I wont love Scott if hes a very fussy, bedtime fighting baby. I'm just hoping he's well behaved like some other babies I've seen. Johnny thinks he'll be a quiet baby for the simple fact he doesn't kick when johnny would like him to :) but that's OK. But I'm sure those two will have a bond like no other and that makes me happy just thinking about it :)

The Things That Go Through My Head On A Daily Basis

So the title may seem odd but what i mean by it is the conversations or thoughts i share with my unborn son, Scott. I am finally in that stage where I can feel this little boy move. And move a lot might I add. And I'll be honest i get quite mad at him sometimes, but i still love him <3! They say it feels like "butterflies" or "bubbles". It's not that i don't believe them its just the idea of butterflies in my stomach....yea not so much. If butterflies felt painful I'd believe you because when I was young "butterflies" in your stomach felt nice...not the way I am about to explain it. You see I have already experienced the bubbles, it tickles a lot. But however my idea of what people call "butterflies" is way different than yours. To me it hurts like here's how the scene went:

Me: (laying on the bed talking on the phone)
friend: (carrying on the conversation about game characters)
Me: (screams in pain) "oh my god!" (if you were on the phone you would have heard a "thud")
Friend: "what??!?!? Are you alright???
Me: "Of course not! I feel like Sygorney Weaver in alien!"
Friend: (awkward silence) "....uhm why?"
Me: "My son won't stop moving and it feels like hes gonna pop out my stomach at any moment!"

So yes, i admit i compared my son to an alien. I'm sorry if that offends anyone but that is seriously how it felt. I know its apart of motherhood but geez...when he moves its like hes thinking.."Hmmm...which way should i hurt momma today?" or better yet "oooh! momma's in the grocery store! If she doesn't grab anything I like I'm gonna kick." I promise you that my boy plots on me while he sits there bored in my tummy. Especially at night! if I'm really tired he feels the need to break dance or practice soccer/football. So all I have to say to him is this, "YOU HAD BETTER LIKE SPORTS!" If not then all that kicking was just pure evil. I love him none the less. I just hope he likes sports or something creative. I was never into all that, I was a artsy band nerd >.< but honestly i think he'll do good in whatever he chooses. I just wish he was here already so I can hold him (and so he can stop torturing my muscles and bones...and of course my bladder.).