Gonna Rock your Body...

way past the break of dawn, my friends.

So let just throw it out there....Constipation.  There, I said it.  it's really real people.
Today, as I was about to enter a patient's room, I suddenly knew it was hurl time. So I made for the fastest potty location and took care of business. Unfortunately that was just the side effect of how crazy my stomach is. It's a traffic jam, basically, and the only way out is to throw it into reverse. Just saying. How could one small fruit shaped baby cause so much havoc?  I think this is preparation for when he is a thirteen year old smelly socked boy or when she is fifteen and thinks that miniskirts with thigh high boots are super cool. I'll just look back and remeber this day.  How I curled up in the bathroom and tried not to cry while my mom tried to convince me I wasn't going to die via cell phone.  I did not die.
Later though, I wet my pants a little when I coughed.  I think it's time to step up the kegel regimen. and eat more salads.

She's got Perfect Skin

This is less of a blog post and more of a cry for help post. I look ridiculous.
I have always had super sensitive skin. Generally, anything on the planet has made me break out.

And since my skin tone is most likened to that of Casper the Frienndly Ghost. A blemish of any kind last for months...and months....because it is bright red on my pasty face.

This situation has been under control for over a year, but when I got pregnant I had to say farewell to my Clinique skin crutch because of salicylic acid. My skin is now weird.

It's not so much breaky-outy as bumpy. It feels like sandpaper...and pebbles.

I have tried Purpose, Clean & Clear, CeraVe, Cetphil. I need help. tell me what to do. I am desparate.

Ask Me, I won't say No

as we got pajamafied for bed tonight, little man stared at my suddenly huge belly (I think it's mostly attributable to ice cream today and will be flat again tomorrow).

Little Man: wow, your belly is fat
Me: well, it's getting big. the baby has to have room to grow
Little Man: Did you EAT the baby?
Me: no, I didn't eat the baby, it's just growing.
Little Man: Well did the doctor cut the baby out and put it in your belly?
Me: nope. the doctor didn't do anything.
Little Man: well, how did it get in there?
...oh man. really? already? you are four!
Me: well, Daddy helped me make the baby and put it in there.
Little Man: oh. ok.
WHEW! Crisis averted.

in other news from our top 4 year old reporter:

to his unshaven stepmother.  It's only been 2 days, c'mon!
Little Man: Mommy, why do you have hair under your arms?

when I am so exhaustedly trying to put him to bed so I can get into my own
Little Man: Why are you going to bed? Grownups can stay up and do whatever they want.

it's a bang up night.

Thanks to LG for an awesome time with us at the mall before this round of serious questions. I was well fortified thanks to ice cream, adult time and shopping.

Don't let your silly dreams fall in between the crack of the bed and the wall

So, I've been away for awhile. mostly sleeping including the fever dreams of pregnancy. Also, throwing up a whole lot. turns out I lost 12 pounds throwing up and sleeping....so now I am taking the foul meds that the doctor prescribed.  I took a break last night thinking maybe that as I close in on week 13, I would be just fine. 
But that's not really what it's about tonight. Tonight, it's about my good friend. We became fast friends through a boy who was 1) my terrible boyfriend and 2) her douchey friend. Once his true identity was discovered, us two girls were already thick as thieves. This girl o mine and I have been through a lot as it goes with good friends. She helped me survive grad school, we've gotten through some rough but necessary breakups, had more than our share of ridiculous nights dancing and drinking (claustrophobia, cigarettes and all). She was a bridesmaid in my wedding and nearly everytime we go to dinner, it's to the same greek place where the waitress doesn't even have to ask to know we are splitting the greek salad and the mazza plate.
...and...she is leaving.
She is moving to an amazing city to do an amazing job and I am so proud of and excited for her. This is the culmination of a long and frustrating quest for her to live her dream.  As all wonderful intelligent and amazing peope deserve, it is happening!! 
ok, selfishly, I am devastated.
BUT SO HAPPY FOR HER! devastated.
so tonight, we went to our last Greek Dinner. she looked at my still nonexistent belly. felt my ginormous boobs, checked out the sonogram.  we talked about her departure plan, the plane ride, the packing, the start date for the new job. We ate gelato.
Then it was time to say goodbye. I cried, of course, but not too much I think.
On the drive home to the hubs, I cried some more.
When I walked in, I SOBBED. mascara still covers my husband's shirt. He hugged me and then...I puked.
A lot. but it did make me stop crying. I guess we're not at week 13 until we are really there.

so here's wishing that next time my darling friend is sad, she can just puke out her tears and get it over with.  or that she calls me and we can cry together.  Better yet, maybe I can cheer her up long distance.

I know she will be the wildest of successes and I can't wait to get the phone calls all about it.  Good luck, love, now go kick some ass.