Pregnancy Is Boring

So this blog is supposed to be based around pregnancy and the mom life, and of course money. Well, I recently realized that the pregnancy part was a failure. The last post I made regarding having a baby involved a miscarriage. That was in the fall of 2017, with my ex boyfriend Rex. Its now mid-summer of 2019, and I'm dating Matt. Oh, and I am over 8 months pregnant.

Why haven't I written more?! Don't I have exciting stories to tell and fun milestones to share?!

The truth is... No. I don't. My pregnancy has been uneventful. I should count my lucky stars, because I don't have complications, but at this point I think being pregnant is boring. My morning sickness lastest all of 1 week, and during that week all it took was a kiwi or an apple to make it go away. My doctor visits last all of 7 minutes. We check my blood pressure, listen to baby's heart, and then he tells me he will see me again in 4 weeks. At 34 weeks, he finally said he would start seeing me every 2 weeks. Oh joy.

As far as events go, we had a Co-ed BaByQ to celebrate. Half of the crowd cancelled, my boyfriend's family was glued to the PS4, and everyone left within 3 hours. There was no games, no fun, not much for conversation, and quite frankly by the end of the day I was miserable for even planning a dinner.

This Saturday, Matt and I are going on our Babymoon. We're heading out to the mountains to enjoy the fresh fruit and sit in the hot springs over the weekend. So, maybe that will be good for me.

Don't get me wrong, I am not grumpy. Quite frankly, I have just as much energy and pip in my step as I did before. I can still get up on my own, even from the floor, and I don't need help getting around. I just waddle like a penguin... Hehe. Okay it is kind of funny. I know it looks silly, but I still pretend to pout when my family laughs at me as I race across the house to go to the bathroom.

Matt affectionately calls me his little Purple Zebra. I was his Panda... His Happy Panda, because I got all "cute" when I was happy or excited about something he said/did. Then the stretch marks came along, literally overnight, and claimed my entire chest, along with my belly, hips, thighs, and everything in between.

Well, that's the gist of it. Welcome to being pregnant. It's like being normal, but without the periods, and a giant watermelon stuck on your front end.

Thats all. Purple Zebra signing out.