Trickster

I'm tired.

I'm round.

My body has grown to uncomfortable conditions to house this little one.

I'm done. Put a fork in me I swear to goodness I'm done.

He just hasn't gotten the memo yet.

We thought he was coming earlier this week due to contractions that were getting stronger.... then stopped. Ha Ha Mom, jokes on you.

Already a little trickster and a stinker. Or he must really love his mom a lot that he doesn't want to leave

OR

he's heard me yelling at Anthony or Ira and is scared to come out!

Bad Bad Bad Me

I've been a very bad blogger.

But I can honestly say I have been a bit preoccupied. So what have been the things that have driven me away from typing late into the night, spilling the beans on my life?

• Anthony's Sickness and Pee-Pee Incident
• Disneyland for Mother's Day Weekend
• LA Trip to Fabulous Fords Car Show
• Ira's Birthday
• Baby #2 rocking the Uterus so much, its making contractions way to early.
• Utter Exhaustion

Are any of those good enough excuses? Prob not, I know.

So as I sit and type this, I feel very very poopy like. Seriously. Like crap.
I'm 30 weeks preggars, and yesterday I started feeling an extreme amount of those tightening contractions, no pain, but a few of them really took my breath away.
It was mentioned to me that I looked like I had dropped, and after really looking, the Hubby and I both agree. Little boy blue has dropped down. So after getting so many contractions one after another, I called the required numbers. They had me drink lots of water and lay on my side for an hour. 2 contractions happened, not enough to warrant any fear, but they still wanted me to relax.

Cool... But then about a 1/2 hour ago I started feeling really nauseous. Ug. Was it the hamburger I had for dinner? I didn't think I overate, but possibly did I? And to boot, more cramp feeling down in the baby region.

Ug. Hopefully this just will pass. Soon.