Oh, my aching body!!

I just found out I have sciatica-- whether it's related to the pregnancy or not, I'm not sure. I've tried moving the baby around-- that doesn't work. Sometimes my right leg goes numb and my right booty cheek, hurts!!!

It hurts the most when I've been sitting for a long time, so I try to move around a lot. I'm still doing the swim-thing.

Not to mention my pelvic ligaments loosened early on the pregnancy so I has already dealing soreness whenever I walk.

Oh, well, par for the course. I know it will be worth it in the end.

What to name my baby...

So this weekend I got a surprise when I found out that an extended friend's daughter has the same name I was planning on for my daughter. I was so disappointed. We're not close friends, but I do see her and the children a few times a year at different functions. I can't name my baby the same name.

I've been on the Internet, playing with different names. This sucks! I have my boys name, but my girl name is really difficult. I like names that are unique, Afrocentric, simple, two syllables and not too crazy.

I'm going crazy trying to figure out a name for a girl! I don't know... I guess it'll come to me at some point.

It was the total opposite when I was pregnant with my son. I had a girl name, but no boy name. I don't think I had his name until I was about seven months.

Hmm, maybe I'm having a girl!!!

Oh, Baby!

So I finally broke down and bought something for my baby. Because I don't know what I'm having, I bought two outfits: one for a boy and one for a girl. They're sooo cute!
It's getting more and more difficulty not to want to know the sex of this baby. Times sure have changed since I had my son. It's hard to find neutral/unisex clothing and items. Then again, I haven't been out shopping that much, but from what I've seen so far... there's not a lot.
Only three more months to go! I can make it.

Oops!

I can't believe it's already Wednesday and I haven't posted in a few days.
It's been a rough week, thus far. Baby is putting a hurtin' on me. He/She is sitting on my sciatic nerve according to the doctors. I've been dealing with pain in my right booty cheek, my back and leg. It started Sunday evening. Monday morning I could barely walk, so I went to the doctor's and that's what they told me. I guess it really kicks in when you're not moving around much, which I was defintely doing on Sunday, just laying around watching movies. I went to the pool Tuesday and I seemed to be feeling okay.
Today the pool was closed and I'm hurtin' I'm at work with a hot water bottle and using my co-workers back massager. This really sucks, but I'll know it'll be worth it in the end.

My BD called a few days ago, asking what size baby clothes he should get. He's such an idiot. I know, I picked him. I was blinded by love. Anyhow, I dididn't even feel like entertaining him. Why do people play so many games instead of saying what they feel? I just don't get it.

Anyhow, my back is bothering me right now, so I need to scretch. Take care.

It's Friday!!!

It's the day everyone looks forward to-- me included. Lately, I've been really tired. I guess it's a pregnancy sympton. I can't wait to go home and take a nap.

Went swimming this morning. The big, hairy, white guy showed up again. Funny though when he saw me and two other black guys in the pool, he stood there for while, then turned around, picked up his gym bag and left. Hmmm...
The lifeguard said he could go in another lane and he just ignored her.
I guess he figured he couldn't be a pool bully today. Oh, well...

No plans this weekend, just to relax. I might start hanging my pictures up and start making my apartment look like a home.

How The Hell Am I Going To Do This?

Well a recent study came out yesterday, which stated that in order for a single parent of two to "get by" in Massachusetts they'd have to be making at least $62,000 a year. I recently received a 30% paycut, so I'm not making no where near that. I don't qualify for WIC, foodstamps or childcare assistance, but somehow I am supposed to make it. This is where my faith steps and I tell myself, "put it in God's hand. Where there's a will, there's a way."

I cannot tell a lie: I am scared shitless. I know this baby is a blessing and something I've wanted for a long time, but geez, why does it have to be a struggle? I guess you can say today I'm in one of those "woe is me" funks. I fell for another jerk-off and I'm kicking myself.

Snap out of it, girl and focus on the positive. You are a strong, woman about to have a beautiful baby who will think the world of you.

Taking a deep breath. Okay, I'm cool. Well, I got a good swim in this morning. No fat man hitting me. I'm building up my stamnia.  I can make it to the end of the pool without pausing at the 5 feet mark-- woo-hoo!

A co-worker, who I work with via telephone sent me the sweetest card today. It said something like, "in the ups and downs of life, you're one of the ups and I enjoy working with you."
How cool was that? It really made my day-- especially since yesterday another co-worker got pissed at me because I didn't want to wait for him to go smoke a cigarette at the end of my shift.-- WHATEVER!!!

Anyhow, can't wait to go home and spend some time my little man at home, well he's big man now-- almost 12. Have to stay on him about his homework. He's very forgetful, but I love him anyway.

The Weekend Is Over

So the weekend is quick, fast, gone-- as it always is. I can't wait to get some time off and enjoy my maternity leave-- even though I'll be busy with baby.

Anyhow, my living room and dining set finally arrived. Yahoo!! No more sitting on the floor with this big belly. My apartment is finally starting to look like a home. I'm hoping to get everything in place before the baby arrives. I can't believe I'm starting all over again.

Baby and I took some cool pictures this weekend. Hopefully, I'll be able to post them soon. A.C. Moore was having a sale on scrapbooks, so I got a really cute one and worked on it. It's coming out nicely. I can't wait to take pictures of the baby and add them.

I took my son to see Alice In Wonderland. It was okay. I wasn't that impressed. But then again, it takes a lot to impress me.

Went to the pool and wanted to choke this overweight, hairy, white guy. He crashed into me once, then hit me like twice as he swam by me. He could not keep his ass over to his side. So of course, being a beginner swimmer I was on edge the whole the time.

Back at work today-- or as I like to call it, The Dungeon. I'm trying to prepare myself for a long day.

Mommy I want to be an Olympic Speed-skater

So after watching the Olympics, my 11-year-old has decided he wants to be a speed skater. Mind you, he's never been ice-skating and doesn't even know how and neither do I. Of course, I want my little boy to have a chance to pursue his interests because I rarely did as a child. (A personal issue: we'll discuss that another time)
So I'm off to sign him up for ice-skating lessons. I don't any black people that ice skate personally, outside of Debbie Thompson back in my day and Olympian Shani Davis, who I never heard of till last week. So if my baby wants to give it a try, I am right behind him. Any advice to get him started will be greatly appreciated.

Baby and me are exercising

So I am 38 years old, having a baby and overweight. Almost immediately after finding out I was pregnant, I started to get concerned about my weight-- like most women. During the first trimester, I started having difficulty walking and found I got winded fairly easily. I just knew I was going to have this baby early. So about a month and a half ago I started swimming four to five times a week.

Let me tell you, it's the most peaceful and gratifying thing. Being in the water is so freeing, until another swimmer passes by and splashes you as you try to float on your back. You feel weightless and baby must like it, too, because you never feel him/her moving. Yeah, by the way, I have no idea what I'm carrying. I want it to be a surprise. We'll talk about that another time.

But, yeah, I feel good going to the pool everyday. I usually go in the morning after I take my son to his bus stop and on my way to work.

My midwife and doctor are happy. They say I've only gained a couple of pounds so far. Good because I do not want to be obese.

They say swimming is like one of the best exercises. It doesn't put any stress on your body. You're working your leg muscles and your arm muscles.

I love it! I just haven't quite figure out how I'm going to keep it up once the baby gets here.

Going it alone.

I am six months pregnant and single. My BD has been showing me classic signs for months that he didn't want to be with me anymore, but I kept letting him talk me out of what I was thinking. I've been letting the guilt of my other child's father not being involved and the desire for a family take over.

Not any more!!

Now, I take a stance: Toughen up, chick and move on! Say it out loud: he doesn't want you or your baby. Don't let societal pressures turn you into a doormat.

I have been blessed with the gift of another child, another life to love. If other people have a problem with it, screw them!

Oops, the baby just kick me. That's right, baby, I love you and no one's going to take that away from me and turn this pregnancy into something to be ashamed of.