21 Weeks!

It's weird that this thing in me is a girl. I keep calling her a him, then I'm like, "uhhh herrrrrr, I meant HERRRRRRRRR", you know, like a rapper. And while we are totally psyched she is a she, I didn't shop as quickly as people expected. I finally did buy something a few days ago and check it out. It's so frilly, it's actually atrocious. I am sure this outfit will not be cute in any way on any baby but in order to keep my word in buying the frilliest crap I can find, I had to purchase this thing.

Behold the pink attack that will indeed cause other babies to make fun of her. Your welcome daughter. I am currently saving for your therapy bills.


She kicks too. She kicks the CRAP out of me. My stomach shakes and changes shapes, one night I couldn't get comfortable, it felt like she was standing on my spine and when I rolled onto my back, I noticed the right side of my stomach was concave the the left was sticking up much higher and hard, it really looked like she was trying to push her head up out of my skin. It was amazing and weird. I know I already told you guys but when I had the ultrasound and they told me the placenta is in the front blocking movement, I was totally shocked. I have not felt this type of movement with Sawyer (placenta also in front) until I was at least around 30 weeks and it doesn't feel like ANYTHING is blocking this girl's movement, I feel like a piece of tissue paper is between me and the bottom of her foot! This girl is one strong lady and I'm scared what those movements are going to feel like when she weighs more than 11 ounces!

Two days ago, I was telling Geoff that she was kicking the living crap out of me. He said, what a B! (He said the full word but I'll just shorten it.) I laughed and agreed. I now call her my little B.

This week I've noticed I became incredibly tired. About every other day I need a nap. A long nap. Sunday I took a THREE HOUR NAP! Who does that?! This was suppose to end in the fist trimester. Damn B. (Kidding, love you!)

I'm only a little over half way there and feel huge. Feel the constant need to eat and sometimes have to take deep breaths in because I feel like I'm not getting enough oxygen. At 5,200 feet up and acclimated, I'm not worried about my oxygen intake but the later I get into pregnancy and the later we close on this house, the more worried I become. I don't want to move at nine months pregnant and the doctor insisted I have (I think she said) six weeks of taking it super easy; no exercise, lots of rest, tons of water and not lifting anything heavy. The house is 8,000 feet altitude and while I never felt the effect visiting it, who knows what I'll feel with compressed lungs and an ultimate fighter in my uterus. Don't the banks know that my uterus is waiting for a closing date? HAVE THEY NOT DEALT WITH MY UTERUS BEFORE?!

Oh and names! Are you guys crazy?! You are all asking me about names. Let me give you a peek into life right before Sawyer...

Me: What about -this- name?
Geoff: Hate it. What about -this- name?
Me: Hate it. What about -this- name?
Geoff: Hate it. What about -this- name?
Me: Hate it.
(Insert whatever name you feel like in -this-)

Get it? That is how our name conversations went, for NINE months? Do you know how Sawyer got his name? Let me enlighten you. I knew Geoff shot down the name before but thought I would give it another shot. Goeff shockingly didn't shoot it down. We had the name Kyle somewhat set. It was the only name Geoff liked that I didn't hate and Geoff only liked it because the name is in Terminator. TERMINATOR! Are you seeing what I'm up against?

Well, Geoff liked Sawyer because it's in some rock song but thought it was too weird to be a first name. Whatever, we have a first and a middle and we are both somewhat happy. A few days later, we head to a bar with one of his friends and sit on the patio. We told Geoff's friend that we finally have a name, Kyle Sawyer. Geoff's friend liked Sawyer better, I agreed so Geoff stopped some people walking by the bar and decided to ask them. "Sawyer Kyle or Kyle Sawyer? And remember, this is our future son's life!"

Needless to say, strangers walking by the bar decided our sons name and you think we have a girls name yet? I'll leave that responsibility up to the drunks, thank you.

Onto the gut!






Love you guys!!!