Eyes up, boys

As someone who's been, um, well endowed since the sixth grade, I've gotten pretty used to the up-down-up-I-swear-I'm-not-looking-at-your-boobs reaction out of plenty of people (men). Mostly, it doesn't bother me. Outright leering has been rare, and hardly any of the lookers have resorted to grabbing and playing mammary motor-boat.

Ever since I got pregnant, though, I find the focus has shifted further downward to my ever-burgeoning belly. I almost feel bad for the twins. They're usually the center of attention - not even my hypnotic eyes have ever compared to the power of the bodaciousness of the tatas.

And now, they are mere afterthought as my belly takes over and demands all the attention. It's not really surprising - Weeble's current address gets bigger every day. This belly practically hits people in the face it's so huge. I, however, know that the day of the twins will return, and not so far from now. Until then, the onlookers should enjoy the show. It's ending in less than 12 weeks.

Cute stuff

OK, so while I said I want to start the Weeble off on as non-consumerist a foot as humanly possible, it is really, really difficult to not love all the incredibly cute baby stuff out there. I spent weeks - maybe months - trying to decide on the bedding alone because there were so many great options. Granted, most of the stuff I tend to be attracted to is WAY out of my league price wise. Honestly, paying upwards of $400, no matter how much I love it (and I do) strikes me as asinine. Especially considering there shouldn't really be much of anything in the crib with the baby, including baby bumpers, quilts, and sleep positioners. So unless you find a company that will sell pieces separately, you'd be paying a lot of money for a lot of stuff you couldn't really use.

As for us, we decided on a ridiculously cute and happy set called Birdhouse by Pixel Pieces, which arrived last week much to my delight.
Now, with bedding in hand, furniture awaiting delivery, and the spare bedroom being gradually cleared out to make room for the new family member, I am ready to go.

M and I aren't really baby decor types. We love animals and alphabets and bugs as much as the next person, but frilly-baby-cute isn't really our thing. So we wanted the kid's room to be pretty, fun, but most of all, cool. So after picking out the boring stuff like the carpet and paint (both will be neutral), I'm on a mission to find cool-baby-cute elements that will turn her room from a utilitarian nursery to totally sweet digs.

So far, my favorite find (after the bedding and the furniture) is Wallcandy's Dottilicious kit of 80 multi-colored dots in different sizes. These nifty little dots peel and stick so they can be moved around at will without damaging wall paint. How bright and fun are these things??

My next mission is to find a crib mobile. I remember having one over my crib (or at least, I think I remember one) as a baby, and I've heard babies think they're just the neatest thing since sliced bread. So far, I've found only one I even remotely liked. Too bad it's $90. Yikes! Needless to say, I'll be putting on my crafty-lady hat and trying to make something myself.

Beyond the dots and the homemade mobile, there's not much left to pick out for cool-baby-cute. Then it's back into utilitarian mode. Figuring out what kind of bottles to go with, which waterproof sheet to get, how many pacifiers we'll need.

Ah, but in the end, that is going to be one damn cool room our kid gets to live in. And hooray for us, the cool digs will be right across the hall from our own bedroom. Perhaps our room will absorb some of that cool just by way of proximity. Or maybe I'll just get TWO sets of dots - one for Weeble's room, one for ours.

Numbers To Date

I haven't done a stats post yet, and I figure since this is comprising my entire journaling experience while pregnant, I should at least record a milestone or two.

As of right now, I'm 25 weeks pregnant. For all you civilians, that translates to around six months along. So far, I've gained about 15 pounds, and it's split evenly between my giant belly and my enormous ass. I'd rather not discuss my boobs, which have exploded out of control. No, seriously.

I've given up very little, really. I don't drink alcoholic beverages (save the negligible amount in fake beer and wine), and I generally steer clear of deli meats. Not that this was difficult since I'm not a big sandwich eater anyway. Otherwise, I still drink caffeine, although not much (today did not count - I was exhausted, I needed that second cup just to stay alive, I swear!). Soft cheeses are definitely still on my menu, and I'll be damned if I give up hot dogs.

Physically, I feel pretty good. Well, except for the sciatic nerve pain (more fun than hanging out on a fire ant mound!). And being winded by walking more than five yards. Not in love with the round ligament pain, either. Especially when it wakes me up in the middle of the night as I turn over to get in a more comfortable position. And I'm pretty awkward by now, with this large protrusion on my front, also known as "the baby". I feel like no matter which way I turn, it's always in the way. Said protrusion also itches like crazy, so it's a good thing I like to scratch like crazy.

Mentally, I'm a complete moron. I can't concentrate worth a damn, I forget stuff (literally) 2.7 seconds after it is told to me. One time I got out of my car and left it running. I fall asleep at my desk at work multiple times a day (not usually for more than a minute). I drive M thoroughly crazy with my nonsensical rambling.

But it's worth it. The stupidity, the occasional discomfort, the getting fat, and the panic at all that remains to be done before she arrives. All it takes is one little kick from her and a feeling of calm purpose takes over. This is just damn good fun.