Waddle With It

The craziest thing that has happened to mommy is that more men seem to be attracted to her pregnancy body.  

Yes, the "hey girl can I talk to you?" could be a product of the neighborhood.  But she's even had someone say this to her in Georgetown:

Random man: "Excuse me, can I talk to you or get your number and call you"

Mommy: "I'm married and pregnant."

Random man: "I don't care about you being pregnant.  I'll raise another man's child.  But I won't talk to you since you are married.  I wouldn't want someone to do that to my wife."

Yes, that's what he said.  It appears that despite size of her stomach the increase of other body parts seems to be motivating certain people.

Mom decided to write  a song about it.  It's called, "Waddle With it." She is going to get a Dirty South (Atlanta area) producer and have very pregnant women dancing in the background.

Come on pregnant girl Go Head and Waddle With it

You got a big stomach Go Head and Waddle With it

Can't touch your toes

But you can Waddle with It

You wearing maternity clothes

Go head and waddle with it

and so on

The Things People Say!

We have received the general pregnant pleasantries of "When are you do?" "What are you having?"  "Is this your first?"  But people say crazy things to expecting parents.   Here are some things people have said to Mommy and Daddy:

1.  The first person will be named.  Grandma (or whatever name I end up giving Mommy's mom) said (when seeing Mommy for the first time since early December), "You are going to be in soooo much pain!  Oh my God, you are so huge already!"

2.  "You don't look like you are five months."   ((this person thought mommy was more like 3 months))

3.  Several random people have said (after Mommy or Daddy say they are waiting to find out if I am a girl or boy) "But what do you REALLY want to have?"

4.  "Are you sure you are only five months?"  ((this person thought mommy was more like seven months))

5.  A co-worker of Mommy's said, "You must have a weak bladder [when Mommy walked by his desk to go to the bathroom again].  What are you going to do in the last trimester, sit on the toilet all day?"

6.  "You are having a boy because you are all butt and stomach."

7.  "You are having a boy because it's hanging low."

8.  "Your having a girl because you are having an easy pregnancy."

9.  "You look better now since you are pregnant.  Now you don't have the sunken in look."

And more!

5 fingers on two hands; 5 toes on two feet

So far so good.  I had my five month checkup and all is well.  Mommy and Daddy closed their eyes when I opened my legs.  So nobody knows!  I'm now the size of a spaghetti squash and at least 1 pound.  Mommy can feel me moving around better.  At one point I was just a flutter here and a flutter there, but now I feel like a breakdancing, popcorn popping, here and now there, bubble. Once when I was pop-lockin and busting my grove Mommy's badge jumped!  Speaking of Mommy...she has gained anywhere from 20 to 30 pounds depends on whose counting!  She also pees all the time and can't sleep that well at night anymore.  I say, "Four more months go and let's let the party continue!"

Decorate my Room Already!

Mommy and Daddy don't seem to get it.  I'm coming in four months!  Mommy and Daddy have purchase ZERO stuff.  Mommy and Daddy have taken ZERO classes.  Most importantly they haven't started my room.  Baby RadJo room still looks like the cat room mixed with an explosion of beads, scrapbook materials, collectibles, and lumberjack clothes.  Mom has discussed moving Choco-P (the cat) somewhere and moving Dad's winter clothes elsewhere.  Then there's the matter of all of those craft supplies.  The compromise is making the nursery double as a craft room.  Um...Ok I'm cool with Mom hanging out with me all day and then toiling away at crafts while I sleep stopping them as soon as I cry out (I'm hungry, I'm tired, My diapers wet!, It's cold!, It's Hot! I'm Thirsty! I want to be Picked up).  But I still want to make sure there's enough room for me.  All the books say I need a rocker, a crib, a dresser, and somewhere to put all my stuff.  Then there's the place to store all my diapers, clothes, a soft carpet, etc.  

Here are mom's ideas so far:

The Moroccan Souk

Owls in Forests (but not scary owls but happy ones)

Birds, Flowers, and Trees

Butterflies, Fields, and Flowers

Mountains

So yeah no Winnie the Pooh here.  Mom does have a plan.  She says she'll paint a mural and paint all the furniture etc etc.   She's supposed to make the curtains and design something to keep Choco-P out of the crib.

I'm excited but it would be nice to get it going!