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I’m Being Sneaky

  • Modified on November 7, 2008 at 1:39 pm
  • Posted on November 7, 2008 at 1:38 pm by mom

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Mom thought this was so funny. She laughed so hard that I almost made her pee herself. I don’t know why she finds this funny. It probably has to do with the word “evicting,” but I don’t know what that means. I wanted to sneak on here and post it because if it makes Mom happy, it’ll make you happy, too.

Can someone explain this to me, please? Who is Mom “evicting”?

I Have a New Best Friend…

  • Posted on November 5, 2008 at 10:33 am by mom

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…and his name is Braxton Hicks.

Well, there is a lot of movement in my baby box right now. LuLu likes to slide from one end to the other and sort of pop an elbow or knee or some baby mystery body part out from time to time to say hello and remind me that there’s another human being inside of me (as if I could forget). She loves to do this at work at the most inopportune times. Yes, she really is her mother’s daughter.

My parents, when I was younger, used to threaten me often with “One day, you’ll have a daughter just like you.” Well, Mom and Dad, that day has almost arrived. I gave you both plenty of minor heart attacks throughout my tween and teen days, and even into college, but mark my words: I was a wonderful kid, and even though karma may be coming back to haunt me, I wouldn’t want it any other way. And the best person to deliver that karma? LuLu herself, in all her Gorski-Lohman glory.

So, between the baby-box movement and Braxton Hicks contractions, I think it’s fair to say I’m more than busy and freaking out every 10 minutes about whether I’m in Actual Labor or False Labor or Preterm Labor or Gimme Chocolate Labor—or maybe a combination!

Weight and blood pressure are excellent. LuLu is growing. She’s almost 5 pounds, if not there by now. I feel it every minute. The couch is my new best friend, and Thom has been nothing but an excellent support, making dinner, rubbing cankles, and locking me out of the house so I walk around the block every day to get my exercises in. He’s a doll.

If I have anything new to report, I will certainly blog here. For now, I’m going to wallow here with Braxton and LuLu and my cankles.

Am I Really That Old? (With Pictures!)

  • Modified on October 25, 2008 at 2:41 pm
  • Posted on October 25, 2008 at 2:31 pm by mom

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I can hardly move in here. And it’s dark.

Apparently, I am 33 weeks old, and I’m making sure Mom feels every minute of it. I’m pretty sure I’m at least 4 pounds right now. Maybe more.

Things have been hectic here, but all is well now. I was giving Mom a hard time for awhile as her body began adjusting to the weight gain, my never-ending bladder dancing, and this thing she calls “heartburn.” But I heard her tell Dad that she can sleep through the night now if she sleeps in a certain position. I still kick her though. Well, sometimes. It’s getting hard to move around in here. Things are getting cramped. I mainly just slide from one side to another and poke at this bladder. I get bored, so sometimes I’ll poke Mom’s ribcage. I love her diaphragm, too. It’s flexible. Great for my feet. Mom said she can’t breathe, but I don’t have anywhere else to go right now, to be honest with you, so feet in ribs and lungs will have to do.

These past two weeks, I have found out I can do two very important things: make Mom crave Mexican food (even Taco Bell when we’re low on cash) and hiccup—a lot. I think I hiccup 3-4 times a day. That’s crazy. But that Mexican food sure is worth it.

My favorite thing this week was when Mom was in a meeting with her boss, and I kept sliding, which I heard her say makes her shirt move (or something). So there she is, sitting there, with her shirt moving across her belly, trying to make sure no one notices! Oh, I’m a stinker.

It’ll get worse, Mom, before it gets better.

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