Worst Blog Ever

So it's been two months since I've posted and probably one month since I've been reading the blogs that I follow.  The sad part... I've been doing nothing.  I'm not busier at school than normal--I actually feel really organized and on top of things this year, which I rarely ever am.  Although this summer, I wasn't working and going to doctor's appointments and stalking blogs was my only real form of entertainment.

My personal life hasn't been that overwhelming, although I do have a friend getting married that has been having showers and bachelorette parties.  We've had a lot of family birthdays, too.  But really, I just come home from work and sleep.  I don't even think I did laundry for month.  Which only became a problem when my shirts started to get a little snug and my looser options were all dirty.  And then I realized I have WAY too many clothes.  Hopefully hoarding material possessions is a trait that I will not pass on to my baby GIRL!!

Even after we got the blood work back saying it's a girl, I was still so sure it was a boy.  But, I went to a specialist for a full anatomy scan (which apparently is routine for every pregnancy, but enough to freak me out when they first told me I was going to get a referral) we could clearly see that it is a girl.  Not that it matters; I just hate to be wrong!!!

So, this little lady seems to be doing great.  I am now 19 weeks and 2 days.  My pants are just starting to get tight, although my boobs have already grown a full cup size--WTF!  Mr. Desperate couldn't be happier about that.  Too bad I have zero desire for anything that he has 100% desire for... poor guy! :(  He went from being forced to have sex to not having sex at all.  I'm sure he loves me more than ever--NOT!  Other than being tired (and lazy), I don't want to eat chicken, and fish doesn't sit well, but I feel completely normal.  If it weren't for the lack of a period (although my super long cycles felt like they were this long at some points) and the numerous ultrasounds I've had, I honestly still wouldn't believe it.

Mr. Desperate wants to start talking names.  And mentioned that he really likes the name Beverly.  No offense to anyone named Beverly, but that's just not going to be this baby's name.  I'm just not ready to start talking to names, especially because I still refer to the baby as "it".  Since I haven't felt it move and I don't really look different, it just doesn't seem real.  I just read that at 24 weeks the chance of a baby's survival out of the room become a realistic statistic so I think that after that point I will maybe be able to start thinking of names.

We did however, pick out bedding.  We're going to do pink and gray and I mixed and matched fabrics from New Arrivals when I was in Atlanta for my niece's 2nd birthday this past weekend.  Just in case this is our only baby, I decided that custom bedding was one major exception that I could make.  I go to the doctor again this Wednesday and am prepared for them to say, "Do you have any questions?" before I head out.  The funny thing is, I have zero questions.  This summer every time I went to the RE I think I had a zillion questions and now, nothing.  I'm pretty sure they think I'm crazy, but after feeling like you've lived at a doctor's office where you're assaulted with an ultrasound wand all the freaking time, their appointments are just pretty boring in comparison!!