CZ Bling

It has finally happened. I've been warned many times, but I continued to deny that this could happen to me. I was going to defy the odds! Yesterday, I officially out-grew my wedding rings. AHHHHHHHH! It was a battle of wills - between my beautiful rings and my sausage-like finger. The sausage won. This happened at 9 pm yesterday night. So what does any hjavascript:void(0)ormonal prego do at this point? Run to the computer of course, to see what discount store is open this late on a Sunday so I could find a replacement ring ASAP. I tried Target and Kohls, but only Wal-Mart was open "late night". So off I went, determined to find something to temporarily take the place of my bling. Well -- let me say this: Wal-Mart + Cubic Zirconia selection = horrific. I know, I know. What did I expect? But if I was going to wear a CZ, I wasn't going to settle for diamond dust. Who DOWNGRADES with a CZ? The thought was ridiculous. So I had to go in a completely opposite direction - forget fake diamonds. I found a cute faux-amethyst ring for $8.99 : ) It works for now.

Another Day, Another Scare

Pregnancy makes me jumpy. But I think my fears and apprehension are for good cause - I do have a baby growing inside me after all! Yesterday I went to the restroom and had the dreaded "spotting". I've never had spotting before in my life, so I immediately thought the worse. When I called my doctor to ask what I should do, she said I needed to come in immediately. That scared me even more! Like a bat out of hell, I barreled up to the doctor's office. They took swabs, shined lights and felt around. Luckily, everything was intact - right where it should be. Then they did an ultrasound and the baby was waving at us : ) She was saying "You fool! I'm fine! Just chillin'." Ends up I have a vaginal infection of some sort which caused the spotting. Reason number 6 why traveling isn't a good idea for pregos: Travel + lack of sleep + stress + lots of people with their germs = weakened immune system. She gave me an anti-biotic prescription and on I went. Come on baby -- only 16 more weeks until you'er here. Hang tight and grow big. We're ready for ya!

When Pigs Fly...

So here I am, on a plane en route to NYC for work. Over the past few weeks, I've been mentally creating a list of why flying isn't the best idea for pregos. Here are a few of the top reasons:

1. Tray tables not built for bellies: As a result of my growing belly, the tray table can no longer fold down completely. It can hit a 45 degree angle, but that doesn't help balance an OJ with ice.

2. Seat recliners will induce sudden rage: As if I'm not cramped as it is, I seem to always get stuck behind the dreaded "seat recliner." Seriously - who reclines their seat? I don't think I ever have done that. But the last few times its happened to me, I see red, begin huffing and puffing like a bull, and begin to repeatedly shove my knees into their relaxed backs until they can't take it anymore. Ahhhh - the joys of prego passive aggressive behavior.

3. Maxed Out Seatbelt: Maybe I am alone on this one, but I highly doubt it. Every girl measures her current size by the amount of slack (or lack there of) left on a seatbelt. You think with horror - will there ever come a day I will need one of those heinous seatbelt extenders they sell in in-flight magazines? Well my dears - that dreaded event happened today... I maxed out the seatbelt over my massive belly. I thought for a second it was stuck or I was sitting on part of it - but oh no... it was giving me all it had, and it BARELY was enough!!

4. The Inevitable Butt-Falling-Asleep: Before we even begin to taxi back to the runway, my butt is fast asleep. Not snoozing. Not taking a nap. Full on, REM sleep. By the time we take off, the tingly/numb feeling has crept down my legs and is beginning to turn my feet into bricks. You probably say - why not get up and stretch? Well - the fear of toppling over in a blaze of prego glory onto all the innocent passengers and seat mates keeps me firmly planted in my window seat.

5. Hoisting the Carry-On: Ladies, let me tell you - the days of chivalry are gone! Forget a helping hand... people have all they can do to let you waddle down the aisle. The men behind you are more concerned with whether or not you are taking the last available luggage space... who cares if your about to go into spontaneous labor by lifting a 20 pound bag over your head like an Olympic weight lifter. Nice.