Awkward... Pregnancy stage

So right now I'm in that awkward stage of pregnancy where I'm growing a belly, I know it's there, Raymond knows it's there, however the rest of the world looks at me strange. They have no idea if I've hit the fudge donuts hard or there's something growing in there. I'm too small for maternity trousers and too big for my normal trousers.

What's a girl to do? I've been wearing these mat trousers to work but they tend to bunch up in the front where there is plenty of room for growth. I feel as though I could invite a band a gypsies to live in my trouser. I want to walk around with a sign saying, "It's a baby, It's not fat, wellll mostly not fat".

This still hasn't really sunk in yet. I think it's because I haven't felt the baby wigglin' round in there. Hopefully soon the nug will make it's presence known.

Confessions of a 15+ week prego

Also the women who do know I'm prego keep touching my belly... I'm not sure I'm okay with this. First of all from week 1-13 the baby is pretty much in my pelvis so you are literally just touching my stomach. Second, please don't touch me in the pelvic region... that'd be weird and I might never talk to you again.

Later Days

Just call me Preggosaurus....say WHAT?

Guess what touching a Fertility statue will get you?

 "In the Family Way" "Knocked Up" "Bun in the Oven" "Up the Duff" "Marinating" "With Child" "Expecting" "Preggosaurus"

That is CORRECT we are expecting a beautiful baby due December 16. We decided to forgo announcing our pregnancy in some of these amazing ways, we are just not that creative. I'll try to answer a few popular questions below: 

The little nugget of sunshine. That foot is so stinkin' cute.

1. Do you know what you are having?

I'm pretty sure it's going to be a baby human though you can't tell that from the Ultra Sound.  ALL jokes aside, we have no idea if the little nugget is a boy or a girl. We will hopefully find out on July 29th for our 20 week scan.

2. Are you having the baby in Scotland?

Shoot yeah,  gotta take advantage of the socialized healthcare while we can.

3. How do you feel?

I'm doing a lot better. The first several weeks were pretty terrible: exhaustion, heart burn, queasy, dizzy, and on an emotional roller coaster. Poor Raymond, he calls my outbursts NRCs No Reason Crys. Thankfully though, these things have leveled off somewhat and I am able to function on a somewhat normal level. I still have my bad days but the good are outweighing the bad. 

4. How much longer will you be in Scotland?

At least another 2 years! And the baby will sadly NOT have duel citizenship. Not the same rules here in the UK. Although saying you were born in Scotland is pretty cool.

5. Do you have any names picked out?

Raymond and I have been talking about names since before we were engaged. We have not completely decided on any names though we have some that we like more than others.

6. Are you ever moving back to the states? 
Maybe, make Raymond a job offer if you want us back in the states! :) In reality we will go where the jobs are, if that's here in Scotland we'll stay but if it's back in the states we'll happily move home.


Both our families are very excited and supportive. We will be back in the states in August for a quick visit. 1 week in upstate New York to see Raymond's family and one week in Charlotte. We can't wait to see everybody! 

I might be slighly immature... SO?

Though I have grown, I will always be immature (laughs whenever someone says Duty). This proves true at inappropriate times, like last months book club.  (someone said duty and I lost it. whooops)  I can't help it, and much to my mothers annoyance I adopted the habits of my older brothers and not so much the lady like influence my lovely southern bell mother attempted to instil in me. 

I think one of the hardest parst of being a parent will be when I take my kid to the play ground and have to stand and talk to other mom's while my kid gets to have all the fun. I might change. Time will tell. Until then, this is me

and I'm so glad I have awesome friends that share my thirst for staying young. Or... at the least I am tolerated.