Melting my heart

This morning I was sitting on the couch and Lucas came over to talk to me. As often happens these days, my shirt had ridden up a bit, exposing the belly. Lucas looked down at my belly and says "Mommy, can I give the baby a hug and kiss?" and he leans in and puts his head on my belly and then kisses it and says "Hi baby. Keep growing nice and big!"

And then I cried.

I think he gets it, I think he understands whats going on. Then again, come November he will have no clue how much his world will be rocked.  

Obession Du Jour

As you know from previous rants, I hate pregnancy jeans. I hate the panels - demi, roll, whatever. They are not cute or comfortable and the fact that the majority of major denim labels out there continue to use them and sell their maternity jeans that you wear for possibly 5-6 months for $180 makes me want to yak in a bag. You know, I am ALL FOR spending $ on jeans, but I see them as an investment, something you will own and love for years, not months.

When I was pregnant with Lucas, I pretty much sustained on pizza, hamburgers and my need for chocolate cake. While I gained about 30 lbs total, within the weight gain "standard", I looked it. I gained it ALL OVER. My face, arms and lets not even talk about how nasty my thighs looked. Luckily, I started this pregnancy off right, 12 lbs down thanks to Weight Watchers, then another few my first trimester from general iciness. And I've really only put on about 8lbs so far - and really, its all in the belly (with a little in the love handle area). I'm not dieting, but armed with some good habits gained from WW, working out (when I can REMEMBER TO GO) and giddy over my cravings for FRUIT instead of chocolate cake, I feel pretty good and am happy with the pregnant belly this time around. GASP - I even have been seen wearing a bikini to the beach (F it, my problem area has always been my belly, and since this year I have an excuse for the protruding belly..)

Wow, I just talked a mile to get to a point.. back to the lecture at hand..

What I have been getting at here, is that I have not bought maternity jeans but have continued to wear my Paiges, just under long shirts where you can't see the lame-o little rubber band holding the top together. That's why I INSTANTLY fell in love with the B Buckles. It covers your open-toped jeans and allows you some wiggle room in your jeans. SUCH a great invention and definitely one of those "D'OH! Why didn't I think of that?!"

Some people love the Bella Bands, but pretty much it's like adding the dreaded panel to your regular jeans and you know how I feel about panels.

Since apparently the B Buckles have not made their way down to San Diego stores (yes, I called most of them), my wonderful Mom is picking one up for me from the hipster maternity store NOM today. I will have a full review later and let you know if its as cool as I'm really hoping it will be.

Let's play "where in the world is Beth's brain!"

Today I missed yoga for the second time in recent history for no apparent reason other than I simply forgot to go. I thought about it at 10:30, when I had 30 minutes until I had to leave the house. I thought about it again at 11:40, 25 minutes after the class had started. {{bangs head on wall}}

Where is my brain?

a) buried in a 4th of July alcoholess hung-over state?

b) hidden in the 3ft verticle hole that the dog (who, by the way,  was doped-up on 2 different anti-anxiety meds for the holiday of way too many loud noises) left in the drywall as a special 4th of July party favor?

c) the baby ate it

d) all of the above

I sure hope that this little girl inside me is going to be BRILLIANT one day, because right now she's sucking the life and brain power right out of me.

Oh, and totally off topic, but if you live within 5 miles of my house, and you are the jackass who is STILL setting off firecrackers even though today is the FIFTH of July?? Keep it up, because this hormonal, on the edge from the dog's continuous barking and cleaning up bits of DRYWALL your momentary stupidity and illegal activity has brought upon me, bitch is about to hunt you down and shove that firecracker up your ass.