So here it is, the long awaited answer to the question everyone keeps asking. "Do you have a name"? Well yes we do. Our little man's name is officially:

CARTER TATE WAGGONER

T.M.I. for some maybe, but the momma's will understand!!

As I sit down on the couch with a hot cup of candy cane tea, I tuck a blanket firmly around me, and watch the raindrops slowly fall against the window. I have an overwhelming sense of comfort in the feel of the holiday season approaching. And just as I am drifting into complete relaxation, a little someone down below lets me know its time to get up again. Is this my baby moving about? Oh no, it is what I often refer to as another person living inside of me, My Bladder. It has been a joke in my family for a long time about my small bladder and large consumption of water (not the best combo). That was before I was pregnant, so as you can imagine with the same consumption of water as before, but an even smaller bladder being squashed by my little man (especially since he likes to continually stay low and sit right on it); it has gotten out of hand. I cant even tell you the number of times that I visit the little ladies room on a daily basis, but I can tell you it is far too many. I literally know where every restroom is in every store or restaurant I have ever been in because I have inevitably had to use it. Since being prego, we have taken stock in t.p. as I alone have gone through a role a day it seems. My hubby Kyle is very patient with me when we are out and about and every 15 minutes I let him know I need to use the ladies room, or when we are in the middle of a conversation or a movie and we have to pause for a restroom break again. Consuming less water is not an option because I continuously feel like I am "droughting" as I refer to it to my hubby.  So, all that to say we are never very far from a restroom, and I have nightmares about what labor and delivery will be like with my unquenchable thirst and itty bitty bladder. If that was too much info for some of you... oh well!! I know the prego momma's out there get my drift.

Dryer Sheets......to eat or not to eat, that is the question?


So about the wonderful world of cravings, it would not be a very good Prego Momma blog if we did not talk about these. Some momma's don't really have any, while others have one specific one or a few throughout pregnancy. I fit in the category of a few throughout. They each have generally lasted a couple of weeks and then it was on to the next. Here are a few of them......
Bean Burritos (just beans. Ask kyle about that one!! We went to every taco place around to find the right one and he was so patient about it. Lets just say I could never have one again and be more than okay with that).
Pickles (dill, refrigerator pickles)
Peanuts (in the shell only)
Cucumbers (so I still eat these a lot but I have simmered down from about 3 entire cucumbers a day to just 1)
Pistachios (in the shell. This is one of my latest. I bought a giant bag of them from Costco and lets just say, it won't  be lasting long).

At this point you are probably wondering what the title of my blog today has to do with cravings. And here is where my cravings go crazy! So, my favorite aisle in a store has always been the laundry aisle. I could stand there for hours because I love the smell of detergent, dryer sheets etc. However, in the past couple of weeks this enjoyment has been taken to a totally different level. I crave these smells. I bought a candle at the store the last week called Fresh Linen and could literally hold it up to my nose all day. I Febreeze the house with its 'fresh air' scent, once every day (and I say once only because I tell myself that its probably not the best idea to do it multiple times throughout the day). As I put the load of laundry in and pull out the box of dryer sheets lingering over their smell, I contemplate how one might taste if I just gnaw on it for awhile. A woman was sitting next to me the other day and I could smell her laundry detergent. But don't worry I stopped myself short of leaning over and smelling her sleeve.
I would just like to say at this time that I am in my third trimester and so my brain cells are a little hormonally warped, but before you call up Kyle to see if I should maybe not be left at home alone; I do realize that any over-indulgence in smelling these products is not a good idea. So, what I really wonder is, what weird craving is going to happen next (oh dear).

So, I Climbed Mt.Everest Today.....


....or so my body thought. After a long day at work, Kyle comes home to find me lying on the couch with all manner of pillows surrounding me (if its a good day, I will have dinner awaiting us on the table). He will ask me how my day went and or what I did that day, and so, I tell him.....
Me: "Well I had another adventure. You know how yesterday I went rock climbing in the Grand Canyon? Well today I hiked Mt.Everest. It was a long hard climb but I made it back.
Kyle: "Wow thats great!"

And back to reality. I wish I could say I accomplished one of those things each day, because my body sure thinks I have. But instead here is what my answer to my day really sounds/looks like....

Me: "Well I ate breakfast, then rested on the couch, got dressed, had a snack, then took a nap. Then I put a load of laundry in, rested while checking my emails, ate some lunch, then took a nap. Made a list for the grocery store and possibly made it there, thought about going for a walk but was so tired I thought I should probably just rest. Managed to make some dinner, though with both ovens cooking (one in kitchen one prego belly), I overheated a few times. Then I rested on the couch until you came home. Now we can enjoy dinner together and then guess what? We can rest on the couch with our feet up!".  I say all of this to him feeling pathetic, as I have accomplished very little aside from sleeping and eating. But then my wonderful hubby replies with this
Kyle: "Well you are making a baby inside of you, so you need your rest"
Me: "Good response hun, good response"

So thankful to have an understanding husband, because I am my own worst critic and usually do not need help in that arena. I guess I should just enjoy the naps for now, as they wont be easily found once out little man arrives.

"A Little Funny Word Wisdom"
I have learned something very vital during my pregnancy about what to say to other fellow pregnant momma's. Which is to say..... absolutely NOTHING. I have compiled a list below of "what not to say to a pregnant momma". All of these comments have been said to me at some point or another and I am sure many of you prego momma's out there can relate to them as well. I hope this will be a good laugh for you and a learning experience for anyone else that might be reading this as well. I have included In parenthesis what my response in my head was to these comments, though not communicated out loud.  So here goes...

Things Not To Say To A Prego Momma:


1. "You don't look pregnant" ("well I have definitely gained weight, so what your saying is, I'm fat"). 
2. "All of this sickness is worth it in the end" ("thank you Captain Obvious you are only the 100th person to tell me  the exact same thing, and so far I am still feeling sick").
3. "So the diet's not working" ("its just an elderly man who is trying to make a joke Bethany, walk away, walk away").
4. "Oh your in your second trimester? Well then you should be feeling better" ( "thank you for making me feel like a weirdo since I am in fact not feeling better").
5. "Oh you can finally tell your showing now....there goes the figure right?" ("and there goes my last thread of confidence").
6. "You must be having a..." or "I think it's a....", or "I hope it's a..." ("So much pressure. okay peeps thank you for your votes. But next time, unless I ask you, lets just see what happens").


These are but a few of the lovely comments I have received that are simply better left unsaid. Number 4 & 6 might not be so bad in moderation, but that does not exist in my world. I do want to go on record saying that I realize all of these comments were given by people that truly care about me and were simply trying to say something to help. I have simply had to make light of the comments in my head so that I don't burst into tears in my crazy emotional state (that for another post). So what is a good thing to do or say to a prego mamma? Give her a hug, tell her she looks great, ask her if she needs anything etc. Feel free to ask questions just don't feel free to put in your two cents unless asked.  

Finally begun

I have wanted to start this blog for some time now to document my pregnancy and to encourage other prego moms out there with some good laughs and hopefully some helpful tips as well. Being that I was so sick in the beginning and middle, I have not been able to get this rollin. I am now feeling a bit better in the afternoons thus I decided to finally start this blog. I hope you will come along for the ride as I enter into my third trimester and enjoy the hilarity of the tears, drama, challenges, cravings etc. that come along with it. Let's go Prego Momma's!!!