Sometimes you just have to indulge...

<p>My pregnancy rant: <br>
I can't wait for this baby to come.out of me. I'm tired of waking up 5 times every night to pee for 2 seconds. I'm tired if getting out of bed in extreme pain, my arms hurt, my sides hurt, my stomach hurts, my legs hurt, my feet hurt. I limp around the house like an old woman. I'm tired of either being constipated or have diarrhea. My hands and feet fall asleep randomly. My free swell to the point where its painful to walk and at the moment, none of my shoes fit, including my work shoes. I get hungry almost instantly with a huge drop in my blood sugar which makes my hands shake till I eat something. My ribs burn and ache as they slowly expand. I choke on my spit everyday, due to excessive saliva. I have stretch marks on my boobs and lovehandles (not my stomach which im so ever grateful for...). My carpaltunnel has returned. People won't stop asking me when I'm due, if I'm pregnant, how far along I am, have I decided on a name, is it a boy or girl...? I can't lift heavy things. I pull muscles in my stomach. I get out of breath just by putting on my socks, it reading a paragraph in a book.

I could keep going. But I'm going to stop. Pregnancy sucks. I can't wait for this baby to come out of me. But I am glad I'm having him.

Last night was St. Patricks day. After a boring day at work, Taylor and I stopped at the local licor store, where we got a bottle of whiskey and two cigars for Taylor and Jasons enjoyment. We got to their house, and Taylor and Jason went outside, joy and I stayed inside, catching up, talking about babies, looking at videos. About an hour later, the guys stumbled in...well Jason did. Taylor seemed fine. The bottle was pretty much gone. I will omit some details of that night, only to be disclosed to joys children when they are old enough to understand that what joy and I did, was done thinking that Taylor was as sober as he said he was. The night ended with Jason throwing up and Taylor saying..."carina. If you would be so kind. I really think I need to go home. Like soon."
Well we drove home. I gave my little baby (taylor) some warm banana bread and we went to bed. He rambled on about how happy I make him and how tired he was. I said go to sleep sweety, and within minutes he was out. I laid there, awake. (it takes me a good hour to fall asleep). And all of a sudden Taylor almost knee'd me in the belly. I dodged it with my hand and decided to roll over with my back facing him, and the WHACK! He slapped me in the face!!! I sat up, yelled "TAYLOR!" And shoved him quite hard, and there he lay, peacefully snoring like nothing happened...the little brat. t

March 8th, 2012. I had a pregnancy breakthrough. I sneezed and peed my pants. Just 2 more months of wearing poise pads. Thank you Eli Stone :)

Taylor and I are making a commitment tonight to go to bed an hour early each night, to read the Bible in bed and unwind and talk about our day. I pray we can keep it up. Marriage so far has been fairly easy. It was easier than I thought it would be, to get used to sharing my life with a man. I thought it would be hard to share a bed, share food, figure out things to do, but it seemed to come naturally, which I am very thankful for.
     As for the baby, he is getting stronger each day. I saw him move, like a small ball, from one side of my stomach to the other. It was creepy, but cool. I love the little guy already. I can't help but think he already is showing his personality. I played a video of Taylor talking to me, and I held the phone close to my belly, and Eli started to kick rhythmically, like he was excited to hear his dads voice so close. It was cute.
     Also, we just got back from winter retreat today. There were about 45 people that went this year. Twice as many as we are used to. It was crazy. There were some stressful times, and masami didn't show up till Sunday afternoon, but I feel in all, it went great! I got to know almost all of the kids names and themselves much more than when we first got there. This one evening, we made popcorn, and this young man named Wesley came up and shoved a huge handful of popcorn in his mouth, and I thought, right there, that I wanted my son to be like.him. I told him that later and probably creeped him out, but I asked Taylor later, what boy he would want our son to be like and I kid you not he said Wesley! How funny. Well, Taylor is asleep, I'm getting sleepy and I am officially thirsty again...good night.