Time is Flying By!!

Ok - so I am just at about 22 weeks - and seriously just had to google my due date to remember how far along I am!.....the time seems to be slipping right by me and I can't believe how close we are getting! Last weekend, Alison and I went to Babies R Us to register - it was cool getting to use the little gun and pick everything I wanted/needed....and crazy to see how much baby shit they have there! Unreal. Really. It was like a Costco full of everything and anything BABY! On a side note....I foudn this site that I am TOTALLY obsessed with...now I will say - that it is so not most people's taste - but if you guys look at it - I am sure you will see how very "Chelle" it is...ah! I love it....and because I love it - I can see just how much of my mom I have in me - scary....it is soooo something my mom would love too (and I sent her the link and she DID love just about everything and is already plotting ways to make some of the stuff herself) - just check it out it is awesome! :)

http://thebabygardner.com/home.htm

On another side note - I am watching Iron Chef America - Battle Cabbage....and apparently brussel sprouts are little cabbages - or in that family - and I want brussels sprouts - but I have never eaten them ever! I just don't think Carol ever made them and it isn't like they have them just cooked up at most restaurants so I somehow avoided them my whole life......But - now I want them and I wanna find a recipe and go to the store and make 'em! So I will let you know how that goes! haha

BOY OH BOY

Alright - soooo it is a BOY! We are stoked - but are already having issues with the name....I am pretty positive this kid won't have a name when I leave the hospital haha. We were looking at "C" names but I think that is out the window. I really don't love any of the ones we have found and we are moving on to another letter. There are tons of names I love but Chris doesn't and vice versa...I thin Chris' name of choice right now is Cash Money Roman! Very serious. He would love the baby to have his initials which is a nice sweet thing to do - but the C names are not flyin' right now...please let me know if you can think of cute ones...but we all know I am very hard to please :).

2 days ago, I went to the gym with Chris and he showed me some exercises to do to strengthen my core and so I followed along and did the planks and sit ups on balls and whatever else he had up his sleeve. And it has been 2 days and I wanna shoot myself. My tummy is KILLING me! I had to have Chris PUSH me up from bed this morning because it hurt too bad to use my stomach muscles to pull myself up! All day, any movements have been paaaaiiiiinfuuullll. UGH. I have to go to class tonight and climb this ridiculously huge flight of stairs and am already wishing I had someone to carry me up! WAAAY too out of shape and need to work my booty off if I want this pregnancy to be easy - not to mention the delivery! So I am attempting to suck it up and make it back into the gym - but NOT tonight because I might die.

So, I was laying in bed just now, watching Bridezillas....(ughhh says Chris) and I was recalling a silly incident while riding the elevator to get more boxes out of our cars....the elevator skipped our floor entirely and I started bitching....well, all I have been doing lately is bitching, really, about everything, including the fact that I am getting fat - regardless of how many times Chris tells me I am SUPPOSED to be getting fat right now. Ok, so Chris then said that it didn't stop and skipped our floor because the elevator "knew" I was a "heifer with cheese." haha I then burst out laughing when the elevator skipped us again! So I am in bed right now - recalling this and we both burst out laughing except only one of us pees our pants...and it isn't Chris....ay dios mio....this baby is killing me and my underwear collection. 

bleh

UGHHHH. This move is NEVER going to end I swear! I just want it over with and wish my mom was here to get her stuff out of the house! It is toooo much! But, there is finally a light at the end of the tunnel but the baby's room is full of boxes and craft supplies that I haven't figured out how to organize yet - I am very thankful we decided to move well before the due date! haha. Anyway - I think I finally look pregnant and FAT and need Chris to take a picture although I have been dragging my feet because I don't wanna see how chunky I look haha. I guess I better do it now because from here on out - I will only get bigger!! 

On another note - Super Bowl is tomorrow and I could honestly give a rats ass haha. I don't even know if we are doing anything and I am ok with that - I have massive amounts of homework from this damn online class with a wackadoo professor who thinks 7 assignments a week and spending at LEAST 10 hours a week on his class is a "reasonable amount" of time and work....honestly....according to his syllabus from hell. Still better than my schedule from last semester so I digress. Anyhow - I have been feeling pretty good overall and am loving this second trimester thing a WHOLE LOT more than the 1st....that was such a drag - and I think will semi-prepare me for the third.....who am I kidding - I will probably be more miserable than before but at least I will be closer to the finish line and not so anxious about things to come. I have been having terribly weird dreams involving awful pregnancy complications that make me nervous - but I know myself well enough and the hypochondria has been around well before this tiny (orange - sized) baby! Alright - time for some tv and beddy-bye :) night night!

Tsnuami

So, I don't look pregnant yet - just fat. I just look like I ate too many cheeseburgers or something and the worst part is that the only pants that are comfortable to wear already made me look enormous so now I just feel like the blob....its ridiculous. I seriously wish my belly was bigger right nw so at least people would know what was up instead of thinking...hm I wonder why Nathan and Katie's nanny wears the same fat pants every day?? None of my damn bras fit and I don't want to go up a damn size because I don't think the size I am now will last long - they just keep getting bigger and I never though I would say this but it needs to stop. 

oooook....so I was driving down seaworld drive today to get onto the 5N...and what should I see along the road but multiple "Tsunami Evacuation Route" signs with a large arrow pointing in the direction of the road and now I have seen them everywhere including Ocean beach, about a block from the beach, pointing away from the beach...a few things...1. duh - if there was a huge effing wave coming my way, even if you were 100% new to seeing the Pacific Ocean, wouldn't your gut reaction be to run AWAY from the water?!? and perhaps if you need a sign to show you which direction to run, you should just let natural selection take its course.....2. where are these tsunamis anyway? is the government trying to slyly and subliminally let us know that we are totally doomed?...and 3. isn't the city of San Diego hurting for money? Why did they think this was a logical way to spend it?

Alright - ridiculously tired today so night night!

ridiculous day

I am gonna start with the nitty gritty here - today sucked - I mean really really sucked. It was just a rough day and I had to get the shit allll completely out of my room which I have been dragging ass on. Then, I had an appointment at noon to give up Tobi and Rudi...ummm that was simply horrendous and made me feel like the worst person on the planet and like I was giving up on my puppies and it didn't help that I had a rough morning anyway and that my pregnant emotions are effing haywire! So - I go to the appointment and was teary on my way there and some guy was petting the dogs and talking about how cute and great they were when the lady who worked there came out to ask if I was there for the 12:00 appt. The guy asks me "oh what is the appt. for?"....harmless question right? Well I attempted to blurt out "I have to give them up" and instead burst into tears and gushed out half of my life story and why I could no longer keep my lovely doggies. Poor guy didn't know what hit him - luckily for the two of us he was a nice guy and didn't say anything I could misconstrue as judgement. We parted our ways and I am sure he was wishing he hadn't asked what my appoitment was for. Ok - so I wiped my face and chilled out and went on with the one and a half hour appointment semi-tearless, answering questions, having the dogs show us "behaviors" and sharing ever minute detail of their lives and day to day routines and behaviors. Well, I gave them my donation and she explained that they would be there until adopted and would try to get them into the same home since they obviously were pretty inseparable. She told me they were about to take them to see the vet and perform the same "behaviors" with a stranger and the whole process that would happen before they were put into their room. She said that she was ready to take them and could keep their harnesses and collars since they didn't keep them on them so she took em off and I gave them hugs and pets and of course I lost it completely. I was a bawling mess and she was actually really nice and understanding. Well, she put the leads on them and attempted to take them out the door and told me to wait there so they wouldn't get upset when they watched me leave and then they freaked out - they refused to budge and would not walk out the room so after a little while she had me leave through another door and I then cried my eyes out complete with hysterical sobs back to my car and felt like the worst person ever. Chris of course assured me that this is better for them - I just don't have the time or money for them and surely not the house. But, it was soooooo hard to walk away from my little dogs. 

Ok, so anyway - ah - I chilled out and calmed down and had to go back to my house to get my stuff out of my room and whatnot and Meghan and Ryan were there to meet me to help out and I walk through my front door and see my entire room in trash bags right before my eyes in the living room! My assinine (I don't know how to spell it) ex-roommate took it upon himself to completely throw all of my belongings into trash bags - I was more than infuriated - this guy is just a douche bag - I mean who does that? no one has signed a lease yet or sent my mom any credit check information and he has taken it upon himself to move his cousin into my room! Ugh - cannot WAIT to be 100% done with that house! And then Ryan reminded me that for the first time since 1940 - no one in our family was living in the house and it made me a little sad and nostalgic :(. I do love that house - just not the headaches it has been causing me in recent months. Ah! 

Ok - so now to the part to make you all laugh - today I peed my pants! No joke - I sneezed and peed my pants. Now, I have never peed my pants - I mean ask my mom - I was an easy kid to potty train and never wet the bed - ever. Ok - before Chris says anything - because I know he will - there was one time I peed in his bed - but to my defense it freaked me out and wa apparently because I had a bad bladder infection - I know because I got so freaked out I called my doctor - but I digress - this thing today - sneezing and peeing my pants - it isn't the first time - this has been happening for a couple weeks now and I wanna shoot myself. Apparently along with turning into an emotional psycho, having boobs that hurt to put in a bra, and eating green olives, I also get to piss myself when I laugh, cough, and sneeze! Not cool.

Alright folks - dinner time!