As you all know I'm pregnant...about 16.5 weeks now. A lady at church last week asked if I was expecting and I told her that yes I was, but to please not tell anyone for at least another week. This is because our Relief Society prints the names, due dates, and baby gender of all the expectant mothers in the ward. Now personally I really like this feature of the newsletter because I'm very nosy about other peoples reproductive habits, but not social enough to try and befriend these people to ask them about it. So it's nice for me to be able to just peruse the monthly newsletter and see who is expecting. However, as a pregnant person myself, I have made it my goal to go as long as possible without letting people at church know we're expecting and thus see how long I can go before they put me in the newsletter. I know I won't make it past October, but I'm hoping I'll at least miss the cut off for the September issue...thus the waiting one more week before telling anyone. Don't ask me why I do this, I don't really know. I think it might have started with my first pregnancy when we thought it would be funny to see how long we could go with no one noticing. Our ultimate and, quite admitedly, unrealistic goal being we would just show up in church one day with a baby and no one would have noticed I was pregnant...which actually did happen with one girl, but she was really wrapped up in her own newborn at the time and thus oblivious to what was going on around her as there was no mistaking my pregnancy towards the end...but it was still funny...anyway.. So I wanted to go as long as I could with no one noticing and as I had several sizes up of 'normal' clothes left over from my heavier days I thus was able to pull off looking not pregnant for longer than I might have otherwise. I made it until a little after 20 wks before someone (the same lady as this time curiously enough) asked if I was expecting...very hesitantly too, which was nice. When I admitted that I was and told her (and others in the following weeks) how far along I was they were all very impressed that I had made it so far without 'really' showing. I thought it was great fun from that point on to compare myself sizewise to other pregnant women in the ward. Now I know it's not good to compare yourself to others, but growing up I was always one of the bigger girls in any situation so to find myself as one of the smallest was a great novelty that I thoroughly enjoyed. This time around does not appear to be the case. I heard that you 'pop' sooner with your second and subsequent babies, and I suppose weighing ten lbs more starting out than I did last time doesn't help, but I really didn't think I'd get big so soon. Not that I"m huge or anything, but I'm already as big at 16 wks as I was at 22'ish weeks last time. So I guess that's what I get for comparing myself with others. As long as it all comes off after the baby though, I guess it's okay.
We got Isabelle a potty training book the other day. I'm not going to try and start her going until after her birthday and probably not until the baby comes, since I heard children often revert after a new baby, but I thought it would be good to familiarize her with the whole process beforehand so that she's prepared. It's really funny though because the last page of the book has the little girl smiling and pointing to herself with her thumbs saying "I'm so proud of me!" Ever since we read that page Isabelle has been going around the house saying ME! It's really cute. Also the same day (I think) we watched Finding Nemo and I showed Isabelle how to say "Mine! Mine! Mine!" like the seagulls. It's pretty funny, though I'm sure I'll regret it once she realizes what that really means. But until then it's fun to get her going with both of us saying "mine, mine, mine". She thinks it's funny too, so that's good.
I've been really wierd about dinner lately. I'm usually pretty good about making dinner for the family when Patrick comes home and being inventive when our food supply is running short and we can't go to the store just yet. But the past two days I've had a craving for pizza. We don't have the stuff to make pizza or the money to buy it so we've had to have something else for dinner. But the problem is I can't get myself to work up the enthusiasm for anything else. Everything we have sounds nasty to me and not worth the effort. Consequently we've been eating much later then usual as I can't decide on anything and Patrick finally has to just make whatever he wants. He has been nice enough to make me whatever I eventually, and very grudgingly, concede might be edible enough for me to stomach (I don't say it like that, in case you think I'm rude), but I know it annoys him. I feel bad, but still when dinner time rolls around I find myself in the same funk. I really should plan menus for the week or something so that there's no decision to be made...so maybe I'll do that sometime. ;)
We're going to try and go see Pirates of the Carribean 3 tonight at the dollar theater. We're taking Isabelle with us as I'd feel bad leaving her with anyone for three and a half hours during dinner time (for us) and bedtime for their kids. I really wanted to see this movie at the theater for the first time rather than on video. This is because the last one wasn't very good, but the effect of watching it on a big screen with surround sound made it better than it would have been otherwise. So just in case this one is kinda sucky too I wanted to at least get the full effect before judging it.
Okay so that's about it for this post. Hopefully it was a little more uplifting than the last one. If not, then blame my writing style which tends to inadvertantly offend people. :)
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Our ward also does the announcing who's pregnant thing but they put it in the "Relief Society Binder" which goes around every sunday. I was annoyed when I told a friend what we were going to name him (in confidence) and she wrote it on the announcement sheet. Grrrrr. I also craved pizza like mad while I was pregnant. Brian was thrilled since I hadn't wanted pizza for months before that.
Yeah that would make me pretty mad too. That's why we try not to tell anyone for sure what we'll name the baby until after we have it...well one of the many reasons. Patrick got me frozen pizza today and we put all of our own toppings on it. It was way good. :)
I must be totally out of it. I had no idea you had a blog, Kiera. duh! Anyhow, I think they are great for keeping anyone interested apprised of what your family is up to. I look forward to keeping up with yours (and I usually gripe when I write, too!)...oh, and it was fun seeing Patrick on Friday and checking out the shop! A vast improvement from the last place ;-)
Cesar; yeah I haven't really told many people about my blog though I've had it for a couple of years now. It's not like Heidi's where I say cute things about my kids and what we're doing...it's more like quizes and stuff...and I don't update very often, but I'll try to do better on that now that you guys are all looking at it. ;)
Hey Kiera...I should have mentioned that it was actually Tammy writing, not Cesar ;-) for some reason his name automatically came up and I didn't bother changing it..I'll see if I can fix that...anyhow, have a good day!
Hey, I think I figured out how to switch my user name...now you'll know it's me...hooray...
My mom always craved italian food such as pizza when she was preggers, but she also always pucked it all back up again. Me, it was Mexican food with super hot salsa, which is weird.
I think it's rude to put all that in the RS newsletter. I think it's not everyone's business unless you want it to be, but I'm something of an anarchist like that.
Tammy-oh good, I thought it was kinda wierd of Cesar to read and comment on my blog and also to say 'duh'. ;) Hey what's your website address again? I keep losing it.
Margie- yeah I don't seem to really puke when I'm pregnant...unless I get the flu from one of our family get togethers...but I've been craving pizza and crunchy tacos...I told Patrick we should have those every night, but he didn't seem to enthused about it.
I temporarily had a site on trial, but it cost $100 a year to keep it up and I didn't feel like paying that ;-) so I'm debating starting up a free on with bloger...I'll let you know if I do!
See Kiera, now you have lots of comments! Thats funny...your writing inadvertantly offends people. Like your thesis thing. Hahaha. Or maybe its more sad than funny.
Yeah, Elora goes around the house now grabbing things and saying, "That mine!!" Especially if its Joshua's.
What were you talking about being big? When you were growing up you were skinny too, at least until college. So whatever!
In our RS the pregnancys were in the binder too, but you were supposed to write it in yourself.
I'd rather have people think I'm pregnant than fat.
I always wanted McFlurrys the last time I was pregnant. I've been craving rootbeer floats a lot lately...... I hope I'm not expecting again! j/k
Tearese- I didn't mean I was fat growing up, I was just bigger than the other girls. Like in 7th grade I remember being able to barely squeeze into an 8 (although it was incredibly uncomfortable) and in highschool I wore a size 12 pants (and towards my senior year a 14) and the other girls all wore like a 2 or 6 at the biggest...and they all had little pixie features like you, so by myself I looked perfectly normal, but standing next to them I looked big. Okay that's all.
But, you realize I've always worn a size 10 or larger,(or 12 since I've been out of highschool) so I think its all just about perception. People just thought I was skinny because of my face or something.
Tearese-
That's what I was saying about your pixy features...that combined with being 3-4 inches taller than me and really skinny throughout your arms and upper torso made you look way thinner than me, who was only one pant size up from you. So I was shorter, more busty, with a round face and bigger hips...thus I looked bigger than you and the other girls. Okay that's all.
hey, are you saying I have a flat chest?
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