Sunday, April 19, 2009
Week 36 with Fat Bastard Face
Yes Sniffer, I stole it...Fat Bastard Face. My face has totally filled out and I feel like the state puff marshmallow man. Today I begin week 36 and I cannot believe it. I have finally reached the point where I visit the doctor every week and I have to be checked for "progress". I feel like I'm ready and then a minute later I feel scared as hell. I can't wait to meet this little man. Tyler and I have finally decided on 2 different names the initials will either be LSS or ZSS. We have decided to see what he looks like and then choose. I never realized how difficult it would be to choose a name. It is such a big responsibility. The little guy will have this name forever. It will be part of what defines him. When choosing a name I wanted to make sure that he would not have to endure horrible nicknames at school. I had god awful nicknames, for example, duncan donuts (not too bad), tampon (horrible), contamination (Extremely horrible), drunkin duncan (high school), and my personal favorite which my dad still calls me (Tammy Faye). After 9 months of thinking I feel like the two names we have chosen are safe.
This coming weekend is my baby shower, I can't wait. My mom is flying over on friday and I'm so excited. I always miss my mom but man since I've been pregnant I have never wished more that she lived close. Some afternoons when I'm doing laundry and have to go to the grocery store I think "man...if mom were here she would come do this for me." My mom takes my crap, listens to my problems and will do what I ask without question. I can yell at her and a minute later tell her I'm sorry and she always says "what for, you didn't do anything wrong." She rubs my feet, makes my favorite foods and Tyler's favorite breakfast (homemade biscuits and gravy), makes fun of me when I'm being a bitch, she washes and irons my clothes when I come home for a visit, babysits my dogs, and loves my husband without question. My mom is open minded and progressive and has the greatest sense of humor. She is smart, funny, and absolutely gorgeous. She knows what I'm thinking and can explain (especially to Tyler) why I'm crying (especially when my eggs are cooked wrong). Thank you mom for showing me how to be a loving mom. I can't wait to see you.