So close!

I almost made it through the whole pregnancy with out the dreaded stranger-touching-the-belly incident. Over the weekend, we went to Lucia Italian Restaurant (food rating= B-) in Kirkland for a surprise 31st birthday party. After about 3 hours, my feet had more water in them than the Atlantic and I told the Hubs it was time to go so I could get into my nightly bath. On our way out, we stopped in the bar to say goodbye to some friends and then it happened. Not only did a stranger go right for my belly, but IT WAS A MAN! Ahh! So unexpected! He took his two giant man hands and stroked my belly. I nervously looked for the Hubs to get all primal and protective of his young spawn, and spotted him drinking a shot of Jager with his brother. Thanks babe. It felt like it lasted forever--actual time: probably 1.7 seconds, but still so weird. Yet another reason why pregnant women should not go to bars.

In other news, I had our 36 week appointment yesterday and Peanut is measuring at 37 weeks and heartbeat is strong! No dilatation and baby still needs to come down a bit, so we have some time. The big shocker was I haven't gained any more weight since my appointment two weeks ago! Woohoo! Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely not trying to lose weight, I just really don't need to gain anymore. I'm sure I can attribute it to the chicken incident, and not my healthy eating habits. Any way, we are on weekly appointments now, so hopefully we start seeing little bits of progress!

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?!?!

You can file this post under "things that scare the crap out of me." As I was surfing the net looking at some nursery ideas, I came across something that is a bit...um...disturbing. I don't know what else to say. Have a look:

They call it a "bustier", sexy, huh? Yes, I plan on breastfeeding and I'm aware that when I go back to work, I will have to pump. But there is something that seems wrong with hoping on a conference call while having milk squeezed out of me. Ay, yiy, yiy.

Really side stepped that landmine...

Yesterday was our first big family event after finding out that we are with child. Normally family parties consist of lots and lots of questions usually going something like this:

(Family member): "So...how long have you guys been married now?"
(Hubs): "Just over three years."
(Family member): "Wow, time sure does fly!"
(Me): "It sure does. So what have you been..."
(Family member interupts): "So...when will we be seeing some little ones from you?"
(Hubs and I look nervously at one another)
(Hubs & Me respond together with phrases such as): "Who knows", "Maybe soon", "We're just enjoying being married", "Maybe next year", etc, etc, etc.

But this visit started (key word: started) oddly comfortable. I explained to that I was fighting a cold and trying to stay hydrated to prepare for a big week at work which is why I wasn't having my usual giant goblet glass of wine. My fatal mistake was leaning over to The Hubs about two hours in and whispering, "This is great! No one has grilled us tonight!" Not ten minutes later, we walk into the kitchen where The Hubs' two aunts and grandpa are chatting and I hear....

(Aunt): "A, come here...I've noticed that you've had Diet Coke and water tonight...is there something we should know about?"

UGH! I thought I was out of the woods. I look at The Hubs who conveniently has his trademark deer-in-the-headlights look. So, I try to deflect the situation blabbing about my cold and blah, blah, blah, there must be a bug going around, blah, blah...you get the picture. Thinking I was out of the woods I get hit with the most uncomfortable question of all time....

(Aunt #2) "So, are you guys trying?"

Ummm...I'm trying to avoid awkward moments like this! I'm so tempted to follow up with asking, "trying what?" But I know this is a time when playing dumb won't work. Instead I just say "no". Technically, we are not trying right now. But it's not over. Then I get asked:

(Aunt #2) : "When do you think you will want a baby?"

I respond with, "maybe next year." Again, another true statement, since we are due in June. My Sister-in-Law then quickly changes the subject--God bless her.

As we are walking to the car, I realize what a horrible liar I am and I wondering if they are really suspicious. I'm sure they are. Everyone knows I love my wine, and I'm not usually one to turn it down. We are trying to wait as long as possible before telling our families and friends...we're hoping to make it to Thanksgiving. We'll see how far we get....

Five weeks in and it's been smooth sailing. The baby books say that week 6 is when the real fun starts AKA morning sickness. Peanut, please be good to mama...