Ms Elizabeth's Journal, 07 August 2014

It's official. People love to feed pregnant women. I came into the office today to find watermelon on my desk. Yummy! I guess my obsession with watermelon finally got annoying to someone in the office because it magically appeared. Then I get invited to lunch by my temp. Who fed me italian food and gave me my first baby gift. Adorable fox onsies. I wasn't really expecting anything with my 3rd other than eye rolls and mutterings of "really?? another one??" so I was shocked and over emotional. lol Then the restaurant brought out my dish.. and it was heaping high. As in could feed an army of 10 amount. Apparently they thought I needed more than the average person.

So .. um.. no gym. But watermelon and lasagna.. and some noodles.. and a meatball. But I did say no to the whole dessert thing. Even though they kept trying to put it in the to go box too. So no gym but eating wasn't uncontrollable either. Plus I started getting random contractions last night milking cows so maybe it was time for a rest day. Yes milking cows. I think the squats help hurry things up so I will continue to milk cows until I can't get back up. With little man.. that was the day before he came. lol With this one.. eh.. maybe tonight. Chasing little man in between cows is exhausting. Especially when he's wearing his superman shirt and he thinks he's superman.. then he comes running down the barn floor full speed expecting you to catch him and do one of those dirty dancing moves with the kid above your head in full flying pose. Which is ok. Unless someone else is in the barn. At this point my shirt doesn't cover my entire belly and well.. no one needs to see that train wreck except small children and the man that caused it. lol He better start thinking stretch marks are sexy or he's dead meat.

In other exciting news.. I've been a train wreck this week. Hubby went in for his regular exam and they found an irregular heartbeat.. on top of the diabetes they found last year. Today the cardiologist cleared him. He still has one more test but everything is ok. He has 3 of the risk factors they look for so he will have regular monitoring but ok. Great even. This way I will have regular confirmation that my husband is doing ok. His dad died at 53. We're about to have another baby. I don't care if he has to go for daily tests. At least now I can stop hyperventilating and balling my eyes out every time little man asks where he is. Instead I'll just keep hiding veggies in his food and telling little man to attack him so he gets his exercise.. even if it is superman poses in the barn with a 35 lb squirmy weight.