Classes

Tonight hubby and I go to our first of 4 Pre-Natal classes at the hospital. He is nervous :) I am 'interested'. I want to take in as much as I can. I visited my good friend last night who had her third child a week ago today. She does everything with such ease; like an old pro. I am freaking out thinking how will I ever remember all this. How will I know how much to feed and when.

Don't laugh, but then I thought back to when I first entertained the notion of owning my own horse and I freaked out thinking how could I possibly know how to correctly feed this beast!? Now, it is just second nature. So, I assume it will be the same for a child, but when you dive in head first for the first time, it can be scary.

So, stay tuned for the verdict. Will the class go smooth? Will hubby be the one to make audible grossed out noises without realizing it? Will he pass out? Will he cause me to be half of the immature couple snickering at the ridiculous videos of women in lingerie giving birth and nursing? My money's on the immature, snickering couple ;) ha!

I'm Perplexed?

I am not complaining. Let's get that out there now. I know this could be a lot worse.

But I am perplexed....perplexed at the women who talk about how they love/loved being pregnant. I am curious what it is they loved about it?

Did they love the nausea? The feeling of a hangover without the booze?

Did they love the weight gain? The shortness of breath?

Their husband having to put on their socks and shoes for you?

The expanding waistline which requires a whole new wardrobe? *cha-ching cha-ching*

The aversion to foods? The feeling that you need to eat a whole cow right.now! ?

The heartburn? The heartburn brought on by drinking water? Or even eating bread?

The heartburn that feels like someone is stabbing you in the back with a knife?

The heartburn that requires you to buy a gallon of milk every other day just to calm it's embers?

The heartburn that requires you to sleep sitting up because if you lay down, it worsens?

The heartburn that is with you 24/7 regardless of tums, pepcid or milk?

The frequent trips to the potty in the middle of the night that hurt because the baby is on your full, pea-sized bladder that can clearly hold no more than a rain drop?

I am just curious what all these women who love/d being prego love/d about all of the above? Please indulge me :)

And so it begins....

Well, I guess the time has come that I finally have to remove my belly button ring! Ok, fine, it's been 10 years, I need to get over it ;) I'll be 30 in a year and a half :0 - what business does a 30 year old with a kid on it's hip have having a belly button ring. I know, I know.

So, as my wordless Wednesday suggests, yes, I am expecting. WE are expecting. I am the one who is pregnant! I am the one with this spawn recking havoc on my body at the moment! And I am the one who has been absent from her blog for weeks now because the last post was a recipe with pictures....and because a lot of blogs I follow are foodie blogs.....and because even the mere thought of food, at the moment, makes me want to puke and then die. Oy!

This will be our first [human] child! I say 'human' because I think one of the first things my mom asked when we said she was going to be a grandma again was "To an animal or a baby?"

And, as usual, like everything else we do, we'll certainly be novices in this department. Running a farm AND caring for a child? Oy! Lord help me now.......

For starters, I would like to know who created pre-natal pills that are large enough for a HORSE and leave a vanilla taste on your tongue??? Do you think a nauseous, hormonal pregnant woman wants to swallow THAT?

I digress.....