True Confessions of a 15 Week Pregnant Lady

Red= True confessions
Blue=Inner voice arguing with true confessions


I should be exercising and watching what I eat.
Nah, you'll be as big as a house in the end anyway. It doesn't matter.


Wow. I am getting pretty big.
You got big before and then lost even more weight than when you started. You'll do it again.


I hate that I get so wide. I wish I was a cute pregnant person.
That's how you are. You can't change that.


I hate to even weigh in at the doctor's office. I am afraid she will yell.
She has never yelled in the past. You'll be fine.


I have had three pregnancies before. Why do I care so much this time?
You haven't been this pregnant in a long time. You were too tired to care the last time.


It is so hard to let go of control of my body.
You are creating a baby. It is amazing. Let go.



This is me at about 38 weeks during my last full-term pregnancy in March of 2004

The Name Game

On this week's episode of Desperate Housewives, Susan and Mike were trying to name their newborn. They were going through baby names. They were looking through newspapers for ideas. They listened to the hospital intercom. Unfortunately just as they were naming their baby, Mike's grandfather died and his name was Maynard. Yes, they named their baby Maynard.


I am not very good at naming babies. As a child, I couldn't name my baby dolls. As an adult, I am not much better at it. I never had a list of names that I "just knew" my children would be named. I look at books. I look at lists. I look on the web. In the operating room, I was thrilled to be hear "It's a boy!" I didn't have a girl name. I am that bad at naming babies.


My children's names are Ryan and Kyle. Pretty common and safe. But, we liked the names and we agreed. Now, I can't imagine them named anything else. We have baby #3 on the way. We have no names in sight. My children have named the baby "Ted." I am not sure where it came from but it makes it easier than calling the baby, "baby."


My husband and I have very different ideas when it comes to names. We make a big list of all of the names that we like. We then take turns crossing names off one at a time that we don't like. We used this process for Kyle and it worked for us.


So what names have you NOT used that you wish you would have? Have you always know what you'd name your children? Are there names you wish you had the guts to name your child? Are you fearless?

All is Good

This morning, I had a medical scare. I won't go into details but I thought I was miscarrying my baby. I dropped my oldest off at school, called the doctor, my husband and then had to wait. I had to wait over an hour or so to get into the doctor for an ultrasound. It was a very long hour. I am usually an optimist. But, I didn't have a good feeling about this. So, I sat patiently watching my youngest son play at a park near the doctor's office. My husband was meeting me there to watch my son.

So, as I sat at a park waiting for my doctor appointment, I felt a warm sensation on my right shoulder. It took a minute to register since I was busy thinking about my baby. The warm sensation was bird poop. A bird pooped on my shirt while I was sitting and thinking about my family's future. My pessimism turned to optimism. I called my sister "If a bird poops on you, isn't it good luck?" She sure was confused since I was nearly crying five minutes before on the phone with her. "Yes, I think it is."

I have no idea why people say it is good luck but it made me laugh. I went from tears of sadness to tears of laughter in one minute. Good luck or just silly? Well, my ultrasound showed a very healthy, heart beating baby. So, I will say good luck.

No Test Needed

Cupcakes. I am smuggling cupcakes. I will not share cupcakes with anyone. I hide them from my children. I hide them from my husband. I have been smuggling them for about eight weeks or so. Vanilla cupcakes. Can’t be chocolate or foo foo flavored. Store bought too. I don’t care much for homemade cupcakes. I like the icky, sweet icing too. None of that whipped icing. I like the old fashioned sweet, sweet icing.

I always love cupcakes or cake but I really crave it when I am pregnant. Yes, you read that correctly. We are pregnant with our third child. And from guessing from how I am feeling and what I have been eating, I am going on the record that it is a boy. My third boy.

Another thing that I eat when I am pregnant is meat. I normally am not a huge meat eater. But the week before I knew I was pregnant, I came home from the grocery store with five dinners planned with meat. Red meat. Steak. Hamburgers. That is so not me. My husband noticed and I brushed it off. How did I miss that sign? I hardly ever buy steaks or red meat.

So, while I have attempted to post about silly things going on my life, I was dying to tell you about my cupcakes and meat. I needed to share the information first with the people around me first. Now that most of them know, I can be more honest and open with what is going on. Now, you must excuse me, I have two cupcakes left that are calling my name.