That heartburn and acid reflux is one of those things that you might experience a lot during pregnancy.
I’ve had quite a lot of it these past couple of days and…mmmmm…”stomach acid” is not my favorite flavor.Thank god for TUMS…
Shut uuuuup!!! 09 February 2010
“Trotro”, must be the most annoying children’s show, hands down!
The creators of this little cartoon donkey, have really captured the essence of an…annoying child.
It’s originally French I believe but here it’s dubbed into a raspy Australian accent. Aaawwhhh…both me and Mikey cringe for the 5 minutes it’s on. Hanna loves it.
Pissy Dreams 07 February 2010
I’ve been having some strange dreams at night. It always has to do with me having to pee or I’m peeing strange things, like chili oil or some other weird stuff. The worst one is that I have to pee so bad but can’t find a toilet where I feel comfortable. Like, the stall is missing a door or only reaches to my waist so people can see me when I’m sitting on the toilet. Or the one dream where I was in a big hotel and they had restrooms everywhere but there were creepy people wanting to kill me in most of them.
Usually I wake up only to realize it’s because I have to go for real. So maybe it’s good I haven’t found a “nice” toilet yet, cuz then I might go in my dream and end up peeing in bed. Been there done that, not a hit.
You know too much! 05 February 2010
I was sitting on the sofa this evening and Hanna was all over me, climbing and playing. I had to tell her to be careful not jumping on my belly cuz baby Micah is in there.
She looked at me kind of annoyed, then said. “Take out baby brother..”
“I can’t take him out, he’ll be out soon though” I replied
Then she sticks her finger up between my legs and says “from rumpan”
…..yep…
No cover ups! 05 February 2010
I decided to do my “panty run” today and as me and Hanna are about to leave to go to town, my darling husband says to me “and get something comfortable now, don’t try to be all sexy… hehehe”
Yeah right… I appreciate the concern but I wanna feel sexy! I wanna look and feel pretty, especially now. I’m pregnant! I don’t wanna wear granny panties or what ever “comfortable” is. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the style of my other underwear, except from that they’re about 2-5 sizes too small….anyways, enough about shrinking undies.
I went to H&M in Shinjuku only to realize I had totally confused this store with the store in a different part of town. This one didn’t have any lingerie. Typical… but they did have the kids department, so off course I managed to ring up a bill anyway. Hanna got a complete new out fit for papa’s game tomorrow. She even got a pair of pastel pink, sequin “converse” looking shoes that she absolutely loved!
So, Hanna scored, I’m still going “commando”.
Game on 04 February 2010
If my life right now was a video game, it would be called “Toddler Wars 2″.
The plan would be to get your mom through the day with her toddler and still have enough energy in the life bar to be able to greet, feed and snuggle with the husband when he gets home from work.
The toddler will do anything in its power to fight the mom on everything. From eating and getting dressed to getting its booty wiped after pooping. Every time the toddler cries or whines, the moms “sanity”bar will go red and if not able to sooth the toddler the mom will explode in to tiny pieces of gooey spatter and then it will be game over and the GAME WILL NEVER BE PLAYED AGAIN!!!!!!!
…..sigh…..I need a drink….
Pregnancy perks 03 February 2010
For the second time in my life, my ass is actually sticking out of my underwear. It be all good, if it wasn’t for the fact that they’re getting so small they’re also cutting off the circulation to my lower body. Mikey keeps telling me that I should go get some new underwear cuz it looks uncomfortable. I’m thinking he’s right. And who am I to turn down some legitimate shopping.
Devotion 02 February 2010
It’s a word I have come across and thought a lot of lately. A friend of mine on Facebook wrote it as a contemplation word the other day and the same day I read a quote from Heidi Klum, that said “I don’t flirt, it’s disrespectful to my husband. I would never do that. I’m very devoted and he’s the same.”
And I’m the same. I really liked someone else saying it too.
I have pretty bad relationship experiences in the past and an ex marriage that pretty much, close to ruined my faith in love and anything that comes with it.
Then out of nowhere, my husband came along and all that changed as quick as you can flip a coin. For the first time, I feel like I have trust and honesty in a relationship. I had no idea how much I was craving it either until I had it. I have my husband to thank for a lot. He’s taught me so much, especially about my self. I sometimes think he even knows me better than I do. It freaks me out at times cuz I feel like I have a neon text running across my forehead, telling him what’s really going on in my head. And I’m a “thinker”, I think about stuff like this every day. I’m thankful, grateful and sometimes scared. Like what if it one day would end?!
So devotion a word that speaks to me for many reasons, and I’m very devoted to my husband.
(…and now my neon text is definitley flashing “brain overload….shutting down…be..d tii..me..”)
When the “cat” is gone… 30 January 2010
…the baby is going crazy.
I’m starting to really appreciate this “papas girl” thing. Mikey is in a different part of Japan playing this weekend and I can’t wait for him to get home and sort this child out.
No respect for mama. Talk about Hanna testing my limits, she’s bending me like a ruler and this ruler almost reached it’s breaking point today.
All day she’s been fighting me, everything I ask her to do she does the opposite or tells me no. And she’s clinging on me, I can’ even go to the bathroom. If I close the door she’ll stand outside banging on it till I open.
I had to pee, she was in there..
-”Mama poop”
-No, mama’s only peeing”
-Mama poop. Wanna see it.
-”No, mama is only peeing and you don’t wanna see it.”
-”Here mama read magazine”
-”Thank you baby but momy’s finished, can you step of my feet please?”
It’s a struggle to get her to eat, she don’t want to be helped either, she wants to go outside but she don’t wanna get dressed.
-”Nooo don’t lika dis pants!!, Take a off dis pants!!” “No lika dis jacket, buy new jacket!!”
…don’t wanta dis, don’t wanta dat, don’t likit a dis, mama do it, mama can’ta do it….
And Mikey has taught her the “staring contest” so now if I’m trying to look at her angry or seriously to make her understand I mean business. She just gives it right back to me and off course that cracks me up!
It’s like I can’t win with her right now.
Aaaahhhh I’d love a glass of wine right now….I don’t like a di days like a dis!!
Peeping mom 29 January 2010
I was out walking with Hanna in the stroller today and as we pass this car parked on the street, I notice it’s rocking back and forth, making a rhythmical squeaking noise and the back windows covered with news papers. Someone was obviously having great lunch date.
I was laughing at the thought, if I were to stand there watching the car till whom ever was in there was done and came out. A peeping mom with a kid in the stroller, just chilin’ with a bag of pop corn. “Hey, how’s it going?
If my friend Fie would have been there with me we probably would have. It would have been two peeping moms, with two kids in strollers, just chillin’ with a bag of pop corn. How ever that was not the case, so I just walked by.
