The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Let me start this on a positive note by trying to point out the good of this past week:

(Kirb, this will have to suffice for your pregnancy story for now! I've been sick all week and don't have much to blog about! Sorry friend!)

***We had another doctor appointment this past Thursday, and the doctor said that Thomas is already head down! I am 28 full weeks, and the doctor said since he is already head down then he probably won't move again. Atta boy, Thomas! See ya in twelve weeks! Or you can surprise me and come in ten:)

***I have not been feeling well this week, so I've basically been on the couch since Sunday! You have zero ability to fight off a cold when you are preggers. You've just got to ride it out! And with limited medicine, if any at all! BUT, there is a little good in every situation. Since I have been so sedentary this week, I have had a lot of time to spend feeling Thomas move! It is the most amazing feeling ever knowing that he is safe and warm in there, with everything he could possibly need! I love feeling him squirm around, and now that I am 28 weeks, his movements are pretty strong! I can watch my whole belly shake as he changes positions and gets cozy. Daniel can even watch my belly from the next chair over and see it move! It has truly been nice to have had this time to be so aware of him and his little parties that he likes to have in the womb. Thomas is a healthy, active little baby!

***Due to my sickness, I have been treated like a princess this past week! Mama T and Grandmama (Daniel's Mother and Grandmother) have kept us well fed because I have felt too crummy to even move from the couch. And let me tell you, there ain't nothin' like a good southern woman's cookin'...


***I have felt so bad this week that I have been really needy of Daniel. I just wanted him around 24/7, like, not just him being home, but him being beside me. He was very attentive and gentle, and I keep telling him that we just have to have a little girl one day because he will be such a sweet little girl daddy. Not that he won't be great with Thomas, but Daniel just has such a strong, but gentle, loving side to him that all little girls want and need in their daddy. One night I was really wanting some homemade chocolate chip cookies, but the thought of standing in the kitchen for even ten minutes sounded as exhausting as running a marathon. So, sweet D set out to bake for the first time, with some assistance from Queen Bee, of course. It is amazing how my man can build a tractor or an engine or who knows what else with his hands, yet he stumbled through the step-by-step directions on the back of the chocolate chips package. We all have our strengths. Daniel has been sounding like a bullet-proof Romeo on this blog lately, and trust me, he is! But he does not come without his mishaps. Let me preface this story by saying that Daniel was truly only trying to be funny in this moment and get a laugh out of me. I am only sharing it because I can laugh about it today, knowing that my husband loves me to pieces and had the best of intentions at heart last night. He figured since I can make references to my weight gain with Thomas and we laugh about it when my belly is hanging out of a shirt and I don't even notice because I can't see it or when I grunt when I bend over because the belly gets in the way, that maybe he could bust a joke too and get a laugh out of me...

But it just doesn't work that way...

It just backfired at him. Big time. Bit him in the hinney. He shoved his foot in his mouth, better yet, down his throat. He blew it. I had taken some medicine with an antihistimine in it, so it was making me drowsy. I was sitting in the den watching the tv when my eyes started to get heavy. D suggested I go to bed. I wasn't ready to get into bed yet, so I said, "No, I don't want to". He then jokingly said, "Well baby, I'm tired and I don't want to have to carry you in there tonight. How much did the doctor say you weighed again today?" and he waited for what he thought would have been a laughing moment from me about the conversation my doctor and I had had earlier about how much I had gained the past few weeks. Instead, he got a blank stare from me as I recalled his words in my mind thinking, "Did he really just say that?!?" Daniel realized the moment that I didn't laugh that he had crossed the line. He said, "I knew better than to EVER comment on a woman's weight!! I just thought since you made comments all the time and we laughed about it that maybe I could make one and you would laugh. I swear I was just trying to make you smile Amanda!" And being the mature person that I am, I stood up and stomped off went to bed. You know, just making sure that D didn't have to carry me:) I hope that everyone who reads this knows how innocently D meant this "joke" of his! He is a loving, kind-hearted man who would never reference anyone's weight in any situation, especially mine! He just thought that since I could talk about it, that he could too! Wrong again! Daniel baby, you should have gone with your gut instinct on this one, and never, under any circumstance, no matter how enticing or innocent the moment may be, reference a woman's weight in any shape or form! Except of course, when my butt looks cute in some jeans!:)

***Are you a follower of this blog? There are a few people out there, who I know read this blog all the time, and yet, are not official followers. I am going to be gracious and give you about a week to get your little name in the box over there before I send you a dirty text about it, Cassie!, and you know who you all are! :)