Thank you ma'am may I have another!

In addition to grass day, don't forget, yesterday was also "butt shot day". Yes, how exciting for me. At least I had a new yard full of green grass to look forward to when I got home from my Dr's appointment. I am happy to report that the shot, as scary as the crazy ridicu-needle is, (have I told you how long this thing is???!!!) did not hurt one bit! It actually hurt more to get blood drawn for tests later on in the appointment. All that worry for nothing. I have no problem whatsoever, driving in every week to get that shot. None. It was almost a pleasure. As long as the needle is, it's actually very skinny, and the skinnier the needle is, the less it hurts, no matter how deep it goes. I hadn't thought of that. But honestly, when a doctor calls a shot "painful", you start to panic. Doctors are known for saying "This won't hurt a bit". So when they actually say the word "painful" you're looking forward to a kind of torture. But no pain whatsoever. Very excited about this fact. I also was happy to learn, that despite my growing chest, which has hit the "d" mark by the way (yayyy!!! Pregnancy is great!!), I actually lost two pounds. How can that be? There is no shortage of Klondike Bars in my freezer, I can tell you that much. My little weightloss means I have only gained 3 pounds this pregnancy. Sweet! I have found, though, that when I eat my meals the same time I feed Poops, I'm so busy prepping and cutting for him, and eat my meal in between feeding him, that it takes me longer to eat and I get full much faster. I wonder if that's it. He's been using the fork very well, but it requires me to "load" and "reload" it for him. I remembered a few weeks back thinking that I have really embarked on the "mom eats last and when she does, it's cold" phase of life. Like in A Christmas Story, when everyone keeps asking for seconds and the mom doesn't get a bite in edgewise. (Ralphie says something like, "my mom hasn't eaten a hot meal in years".) I have already had that experience when we were at a gathering a couple weeks ago where I was so concerned about everyone else eating that I made a plate for everyone else, but by the time I got up to go fill up my plate there was nothing left. Oh the joy! I digress.

We find out if it's a boy or a girl on July 11th!!!!!!!! Three weeks!!!! Holy crap!! I'm really excited. I guess I have a feeling that we'll see a tiny little "something" between its legs, but I can't figure out if that's because I'm so used to everyone in my life saying "it's a boy!" or not. But either way, I have nursery-theme contenders for both, so I am really excited to get started on that room. Of course, it would really be nice to be able to buy the beautiful dresses I see in the little girl's department around Easter time (cute little tiny shiny shoes and hats and tights my God!) but if not this time, I can wait. If it's a boy, we'll probably go for the tie-breaker. But any way it goes, ever, we will be blessed. Happy First Day of Summer everyone! Here's to a very, very, slow-slash-non-existent Hurricane Season!)