34 weeks...

Not really much going on this week.  Went to my regular monthly OB visit on Thursday, and the doc I had manhandled the area above my pelvis area and said: "Yep, feels like a head!".  Thank you doctor.  Yesterday Nate and I could clearly feel what we believe to be Breahna's ass on the right side of my stomach up under my ribs.  We assume this since we know she is head down, and we know her leg is always up in my rib.  It's like this big handful mass feeling thing, so yeah.  We go Wednesday to my high risk doctor, so hopefully we will get to see her again in 4D.  After this next week, there will pretty much just be a month left until Bre's arrival.  It's excited and scary all at the same time!  I don't really have much to say, so this shall be the end of this for now.

33 weeks...

...and 49 days to go!  Less than 50 days is CRAZY!  Ahhhh!  Haha.  I have also reached my 30 lb mark today, which I was not hoping to go over, but...meh.  Everyone keeps telling me how "tiny" I am, and yada-yada, so hopefully you can't really tell.  Um...I have pretty much become a miserable bitch, and poor Nate gets the majority of my wrath.  So if you're reading this baby:  I'M SORRY!  Hahahahaha...he really is an amazing guy for a.) putting up with me in general, and b.) putting up with me while pregnant.  I have come to the conclusion that Breahna is a secret ninja for the CIA or government or something, because this lil' lady is always beating my insides up.  Especially my right rib area.  I enjoy feeling her move sooo much, but I cannot wait til the day that I do not have to feel her foot kicking the shit out of my ribs anymore!  I also can't wait for the day that I can finally lay on my stomach again!  So, plans on first night home goes: sleeping on my belly and having an alcoholic beverage.  Nothing to get drunk or buzzed off of, just one drink...don't judge me monkey!  Um....I can't believe it's the middle of July already!  These past 8 months have gone by SUPER fast, I can't even believe it!  I have been debating how comical and sitcom worthy my life is going to be after having Bre, that I might start a new blog to showcase my awesome days!  We will see how I feel of course after actually having her and if my sanity is still somewhat in tact.  Meh....

32 weeks, give or take some...

...once again I am late on posting.  BAD ME! *smacks own hand*  Anywho, not much to report other than me being EXTREMELY uncomfortable! I can't sleep anymore no matter what I try, and even lounging around is becoming less appealing.  *sigh*  What's a preggo girl to do?  Nothing.  That's what.  So I am going to end this short post with: bbbbbblllllaaaaahhhhhh.......

31 weeks, or something like that...

Wowwww....I am late on this.  My apologies! Nate, myself, our dog and our friend ended up driving from Kansas to Ohio over the past weekend to have our baby shower!  We ended up getting a lot of clothes, and between gifts and gift cards Breahna's room is pretty much complete and ready for her!  Being 7 months pregnant and in a car for 11 hours (each way) really wasn't that bad.  We just had to stop more often than normal for me to pee, but no biggie.  It's still boring as HELL sitting in a car for that long.  It was really nice to see family and friends who we haven't seen for 6+ months though.  Our ultrasound went well!  Bre is still a girl, which is a relief, haha.  She has my nose for sure (I wish she had Nate's instead, because I HATE mine, but whatever), and we thought she had Nate's lips, but are unsure.  They look SUPER big, but my aunt says that could just be swelling since that's how babies roll.  We'll see when she makes her debut in the world.  Sleeping has gotten somewhat better, and I can pretty much sleep through the whole night this past week.  I don't know if it's because all of the running around we have been doing or what, but I like it! And....I guess that is pretty much it for now.

30 weeks...

Sorry this post is a couple of days late as well.  I have been spending a lot of time with my baby daddy this weekend since he was in the field all last week.  Anywho...30 weeks!  WOOT!  It's such an awesome feeling to be this far!  Just 10 weeks left, and after today only 67 days...give or take.  Even though we planned for Breahna, the closer we get to her due date, the more nervous and anxious I am!  I am imagining that it's normal, just saying.  Last Tuesday, I took my 1 hour glucose test....and...PASSED!  I was soo nervous about it, but apparently had no reason to be.  I was a 95, and my OB's cutoff was a 130, so I was well below.  I know it's for the well being of Bre and myself, but the thought of having to not only give myself a shot in my leg everyday (which I can now proudly and officially do without flinching) AND having to test my blood sugar level and then give myself a shot of insulin did NOT seem appealing, haha.  Sooo....crisis adverted folks.  Tomorrow, we go to the high risk doctor, so hopefully I will have some more ultrasound (3d...fingers crossed) pictures to show yall soon.  I am so excited to see how Breahna is doing, and I hoping she is still healthy.  A couple of days ago she stopped moving around as much, and I was worried, but since yesterday she has been moving around a lot more which makes me smile again.  Um....I got my hair highlighted/lowlighted with some red.  And I got it trimmed.  It's nothing SUPER noticeable, but I can see it, and whatever it takes to make a preggo women feel better about herself, then so be it, haha.  Pic time:

29 weeks...

...day late, but whatever.  Let's start this discussion off with the topic of:  belly buttons.  Or, my soon to be lack there of one. :(  I have always been weirded out by "outties"...no offense to those of you with one.  I have taken pride that I have always had a fairly deep "innie", but this pregnancy is trying to take that pride away from me, and I don't like it!  I took a photo back in April of my belly button, and was sad to notice that is was slowing going from an "innie" to....well I dunno what the final outcome will be, but as of right now it's trying to be flush with my skin.  And then I took one the other day, and sadly, it's still making it's way forward.  I like to name inanimate objects (I am cool like that), so let's call my belly button...Fuzzy.  Has a ring to it, no?!  Well here is a picture of Fuzzy from April, and then another one from now (June):

Sad day for Ashley and Fuzzy ladies and gentlemen.  :(  Haha.  So far, no stretch marks, but I know I am not out of the clear yet, because some women go their WHOLE pregnancy and then like the last week or so they pop up out of no where like an unwanted one night stand at a family funeral!  Um...Breahna's nursery is pretty much complete, but I am going to wait to take pictures until after the baby shower that way I don't have to go back and retake pictures later.  I find myself going in there from time to time, standing around, and just smiling.  I can't believe in like 2 months and some odd days that she will be here.  Speaking of Breahna, let's have a little crash course in her name.  This has kinda been irking me for awhile, so might as well bring it up now.  Her name is BREAHNA, pronounced like Bre-ah-nuh.  We spelled it Breahna knowing that is was different, and hoping that it would help decipher between the great Bre-an-nah...Bre-ah-nuh debate.  Sadly, this is not the case, and people still ask me how to pronounce her name, so there you go folks. :)  ALSO, her name is spelled: B-R-E-A-H-N-A.  Not Brehanna, not Brehana, or whatever other spellings you think it's spelled like.  I guess this just bothers me because it's MY child's name, and if I was unsure of how to spell someone else's child name, I would ask, or try and see if it was spelled anywhere else (I have spelled it numerous times on FB).  I am well aware this is going to come off as bitchy to some, but I promise that in no way am I attempting for that.  So now that the name thing is settled, I don't really have much else to blog about for now.  So, until next week...

28 weeks, son!

12 more weeks to go, ahhhh!  Haha.  So I know the whole heartburn=hair is a wives tale, but I am hoping that with all the heartburn I have it makes Bre have  a full luxurious head of hair!  Haha.  The only reason I have heartburn though is because I can't stay away from spicy foods!  I know they are the devil to me, but they are soooo tasty, and I would much rather suffer later hugging my bottle of Tums than not eating them at all!  And that folks would be why I have "stubborn" tattooed on the back of my neck.  True story.  Um...what else...the 27th of this month, we get to go back to my high risk doctor, which I am excited about because that means we will get to see Breahna again, and by then I will be 30 weeks!  WOOT!  I am hoping they do another 3D so I can see what her face will kinda look like!  I am glad now that no matter what I wear, I look pregnant, even big ass t-shirts.  I remember when I used to be sad, because I just felt "fat" in my clothes because I knew I was pregnant, but I knew others wouldn't be able to tell.  But that worrying is all behind me.  OH!  Something I haven't talked about at all yet...I HATE driving and especially being a passenger in a car now!  Why is this you may ask?  Why simply for no other reason than being pregnant.  Like being in a car wreck while pregnant is my biggest fear anymore it seems.  Being a passenger in a car is worse, because I'm not having to pay attention to the road, so I am watching everyone else, and I don't know if you're aware of this, but other people driving= BAD NEWS BEARS!  And poor Nate, I am always making "EEEK!" noises if he doesn't break to my standards of soon enough, or me yelling at him if I don't think he is paying attention to what is in front of him, haha.  He has been a trooper through this whole pregnancy.  It's funny, because I know that in general I am not the easiest person to understand or get along with at times, but somehow he amazes me everyday and puts up with it.  And I know it's even worse now that I am preggo, and OH GOOD LORD when I go into labor, haha.  That is some of the reason that I love that man (he is also pretty much awesome town).  And now to leave you with my fat kid syndrome for the day: Wal-Mart blueberry loaf slices=ROCK MY WORLD!