I hit 25 weeks Friday. I feel huge, but that’s the way it goes. GeneSplice is getting more and more active by the day. I’m feeling flips and kicks, and I swear, I think I felt him wiggling his toes last night. Finn’s been able to feel him as well.
Onto other updates…
Last week seemed like it was a never-ending round of Murphy’s Law. It’s been raining almost non-stop (seriously, #prayforWestVirginia), last Sunday, Finn had to replace the upper coolant hose in the truck (it looked like the radiator blew when we got home from grocery shopping that night), on Wednesday, we realized the truck’s registration had expired IN MARCH. We have absolutely zero clue how we didn’t know, or how he hadn’t been pulled over for it. We do, however, know why we never received the renewal notice: his uncle is still living at his grandmother’s and either hiding or trashing mail. If grandma sees it first, we get it, otherwise, no. So, he had to pay personal property taxes ($120, with the late fee), plus the registration fee ($62). On Thursday, my coffee maker decided to take a crap. Sooo, yeah… it was a rough time.
But… there IS good news…
Our living room has been almost completely redecorated. Finn’s mom bought us a gently used recliner, and an entertainment center. It’s opened up our living room so much. On top of that, we found an amazing deal on an all-in-one washer/dryer. This thing is amazing. Seriously. Put the load in, add detergent, set it, and walk away. It takes care of washing AND drying. It’ll come in handy when GeneSplice makes his debut.
Speaking of GeneSplice…
We told Finn’s parents and grandmother the name we’re planning on giving him. And they liked it. His mom even offered advice on the middle name (Sirius Orion). I think we’ve finally figured it out.
We’ve chosen a name for GeneSplice. It’s currently a secret, because we don’t want people trying to pressure us to change it. It’s not going to be very popular with Finn’s family, but we don’t care.
- It’s celestial.
- It has Ancient Egyptian roots.
- It’s the name of one of my favorite characters, from one of my favorite book series.
Figured it out?
Sirius. As as in Sirius Black, Harry Potter’s godfather. As in the ‘Dog Star’, the brightest star seen in the North American sky, part of the constellation Canis Major. Taken from Osiris, Ancient Egyptian god/king.
Sooo, yeah, there’s a lot of reasons behind the name. And we’re not willing to allow anyone to try to change our minds.
I’ve been struggling with posting pregnancy updates. Found this template, and going to try to update weekly.
Without further ado…
How far along? Currently 19w4d
How big is the peanut? Mango
Total weight gain/loss? Up 9lbs at last weight in
Maternity clothes? Just lots of formally baggy clothes
Sleep? Depends on the night.
Best moment this week? Feeling/seeing GeneSplice move from the outside.
Symptoms? Not many. I forgot I’m pregnant until GeneSplice kicks me.
Food cravings? Meat and veggies
Food aversions? Sweets make me wanna vomit
Gender? Hopefully we’ll find out Thursday
Labor signs? Way too early for that
Belly button in or out? In
What I miss? Not much, really.
What I’m looking forward to? Anatomy Scan Thursday
Milestones? Halfway to term.
Bump? No bump pic this post, I look like a troll.
My hands have been itching to get to work on crocheting for Baby since the test turned positive. I tired to wait until we found out gender, but the urge to crochet became too strong when I found some white and grey ombre yarn. I didn’t like the “neutral” baby yarns, but fell in love with the yarn I’d found.
My plan is to continue with this pattern, and then use either pink or blue for a border when we find out gender next week.
Looks like we’re going to the in-law’s for Thanksgiving…
MIL called yesterday to ask about our Thanksgiving plans. Finn and I agreed that if they asked about it, we’d go. So long as it wasn’t the day of. I really, really don’t want to, but we’re going. I guess we’ll see how it goes.
Christmas still depends on how things go Thursday, and whether or not they even recognize my birthday. I will not remind any of them how close my birthday is to Thanksgiving (20 days this year).
I’ve also been tasked to make sweet potatoes, something I’ve never made and, frankly, don’t like.
Yay for me? I guess?
((Shower thoughts ahead))
Once again, I’m awake much earlier than I have to be.
RBF (Resting Bitch Face) was supposed to be a defense mechanism to make men leave women the fuck alone, but has since become an excuse to allow them to utter the most dreaded phrase imaginable:
You need to/should smile more.
Fuck. That. Noise.
Saturday, I posted a selfie on Facebook. I was feeling really good about myself. Had my contacts in, wearing makeup, I’d even put my hair up in a ballerina bun. That was, until the first comment…
It was, of course, someone telling me to smile. Deflated, and confidence gone in an instant. If we weren’t already out of the house, I would have changed out of the dress I was wearing.
For reference, here’s the picture:
I don’t think I looked too bad. I usually try to make my eyes the focus of pictures of myself. To me, they’re my best feature.