Alright, here ya go.

A belly pic. Now, if you know me at all, you know these come few and far between. Usually on days that I'm feeling particularly ballsy. This was taken yesterday. Just shy of 24 weeks. It's a front view, because a)I'm also showing of the new 'do and b) the side view is horrendous.

I heard pre-pregnancy that we big girls often don't show until the very end. Bullshit. I'm enormous. Again, I'm rocking that giant belly...but still.

Don't say I never gave ya nothin'.

And P.S. The silly face was my attempt to hide the double chin and look cute. Face FAIL.
Love y'all.

Grab your coffee

In response to my eternal suckage on the blog, this post will be one giant update on all that is going on. Random thoughts included. I suggest you pour yourself a cup of coffee.

BABY NEWS

We had our big ultrasound last week. First, let me say that it is incredible to see the babe go from snail like status to human like status. My baby looks like a baby! Heart, lungs, brain - all measuring perfectly. And at a whopping 9 ounces - the baby is right on track.



Allow me to share with you how the big reveal went down.

U/S Tech: If you'll look right here....that's the sex!

Me: So....what is it?

Tech: What does it look like?

Me: A wiener.

Tech: (not amused) Yes. It's a boy

A BOY! I will say probably a thousand times before his arrival - I knew it, I knew it, I knew it.
We are absolutely thrilled! Snails, trucks, mud - A boy.
We're having a son. I have a son. Wow. It's incredible.

I've also started to feel some more definite movement. Now, I thought I felt some in the past week or so. But I had to sit still, close my eyes, and really concentrate.
And even then, I wasn't sure that I wasn't making it all up.

But in the past couple of days - there is no mistaking it. I can feel my son moving around inside my belly. It's is the most bizarre and amazing experience thus far. Although I'm sure it will be topped, shortly.

We also have decided on his name.

Elliot Kilren

Kilren was PawPaw's middle name. It seems very fitting to use it. Elliot would be his first great grandson. Not only is it a sweet tribute the the incredible man that Elliot will never meet. It's an opportunity for us to teach Elliot so much about this man we call PawPaw.

FAT AND KU

I have talked about taking belly pictures of my ever changing, but less than ideal pregnant self. I have talked about sharing openly about some of the thoughts and logistic of being a fat girl in pregnancy.
But until now, I have not done so.

Partly, because I'm a pathological procrastinator. And partly because even I - the usually confident, pretty fat girl - has moments of insecurity.

But alas, here goes. My first public belly pic.

18 weeks, 5 days



And here are the conclusions that I have drawn thus far, in this regard. If you are fat and pregnant, trust me the fat will be your first "belly".

It gets pushed up and out by what is actually baby. My stance: Rock the belly fat. I am.

I love y'all. 'Til next time.

Quick update.

You like the new background? I love it. Much more.....me, than before.

I'm doing well. Second trimester! HOLY CRAP, this is flying by. When I see Xmas stuff in stores, I think about how I'll be 20 weeks at Xmas. And that's halfway. And the stuff is in stores. It's coming. Quickly.

I've also developed a new found and intense love for milk. And I am not a milk drinker. Never have been, but lately I can't get enough.

Oh, and I have decided just now, that I will start a new "Fat and Pregnant" segment on the blizzog.

Starting...well, when I start it and I'm going to try to do it weekly. I'm tired of not wanting to share pictures and the truth is that fat girls have certain um....issues...shall we say, in pregnancy.

Inner thigh chaffing for example. Or the swelling of the spare tire. Maternity clothes bigger than size 10. And for the record, I'm a healthy size 20. So, I'm going to talk about it. The good, the bad, the ugly. Should be interesting.

And until then, dear readers, big kissies.