The best thing about this fetus

It makes me remember my love of country music.

I may have to change my baby's name to Kenny Alan Tim instead of Ling Ling.

I know taste in music is a real personal thing, and while some folks don't like country, it's a pretty big movement that isn't going away. And while I love country music, I only love some of it. I like the 90s country, not this new-poppy-young country, but the great ones like Kenny, Tim, Alan, Garth, George, and Reba. I've embraced their newer songs and I like it. I made myself an awesome mixed CD and I'm going to rock out to it in the car today while I actually drive to the country. (I'm not going to the country just because I have the music, but I have things to take care of in Terrell.)

And now it's time to get on the train... Megan's Train of Thought:

I've been listening to country music lately.

It makes me feel good, innocent, like there is nothing wrong in the world.

It reminds of me of summertime, which reminds me of vacations.

I always vacation at the beach, and that reminds me of Kenny Chesney who lives part-time in the Caribbean.

And who doesn't want a crapload of money while sitting on a beach drinking a feel-good adult beverage? *sigh* I wish I was there now.

Next summer, 2010, will be our 5th anniversary and I've been planning a Caribbean vacation in my head for years now. I'm taking all my country music when I go and I'm leaving my baby with my parents. I can't wait.

-Megan McGraw-Chesney

In utero

I had to share what my uterus looks like right now. I haven't really seen in there, but I'm picturing something like this:

See the umbilical cord and the vast space Ling Ling is floating in? Anyway, it was hard to find the exact picture, but this is pretty close. It's a picture of the first American space walk.

And I attached a link to where I got the photo since folks get into trouble for things like that. http://www.vibrationdata.com/space/eva.htm

I've got nothing

Pregnancy has stolen my humor and wit. I had tons of it before now.

Being pregnant is... fill in the blank. Right now it's "eh." That's why I can't write anything here.

I was going to write about things that make me cry while pregnant because it was an interesting list. I've forgotten so many though that I can just put it here: a beautiful, sunny day on the playground at school; Reader's Digest stories (especially when they result in people being disabled); Delilah on the radio at nights with all those stupid dedications (almost called in two weeks ago to dedicate a song to my husband); and the endings of movies like 13 Going on 30, Notting Hill, and Elf. The part at the end of Elf where they all sing and Santa's sleigh gets some air and flies over the crowd really gets me!

Ooh, I hear a Grease commercial in the background. I bet I'll cry at the end of that when they sing "Always be together..."

Oh- I bought some maternity jeans Friday. Yeah, now I can breathe. I didn't go to a maternity store- I'm not quite that pregnant. I went to Gap maternity (thank you husband's discount!). It was fine. I got a pair that are big on me but I'm working on a bag of Cheese Puffs right now so I'll probably fit into the jeans real soon. I'm not "showing" at all, but my size has increased. God is being funny! I'll feel more special when I'm showing and wear those ugly maternity shirts and people ask to touch my belly and I tell them "No."

Having the first grandchild is fun. Miguel is an only child so we're his parents only hope. And on my side, my brother probably won't have kids for a while since he and his wife can't make up their minds about it. I've heard differing views and it doesn't concern me. Anyway, I do like having the first one on both sides. So far it's the only special thing. I mean, this fetus that is the size of a grapefruit right now is very special and I feel bad when I poke my abs to try to make it move, but I am wanting to feel more special. I guess that octuplets mom wanted to feel special too. Ha.

Warning here, I'm going to get real personal so if you don't want to know it, skip ahead. So, I was getting dressed this morning and OHMYGOSH! Do my eyes deceive me? No, that couldn't be. Is it? WHYYYYYY? Stretch marks on the underside of my left boob. Now, my chest has grown significantly so I guess I should have predicted this... maybe? So upsetting. Again, good one, God. But Mofabulous has already bought me belly butter so I'm going to smear that on. Just my left boob. But I better examine myself very carefully so that I don't miss anything.

Besides my great disdain for raw chicken, I've not cooked dinner since December and I'm totally looking forward to guessing what fast food Miguel will let me have for dinner tonight. Maybe that's why I'm expanding but not showing. Hmmm, I'll go ponder that one now.

Funny laugh ha ha

I don't know these people but I know I love this baby's laugh.

I bet these folks never thought they'd end up in a random blog.

-Megan

Ninja Fetus

Well, today I have to change the name of my fetus. Goodbye to Cletus, hello Ling Ling. Let me explain...

I had a doctor's visit today and the nurse wanted to find the heartbeat of the baby. So she put the doppler radar thing on my abs (lack of abs) and found the strong, fast heartbeat. Good to know it's still in there! But then the heartbeat went away. So she moved the doppler and found it again. Again, the sound went away. That fetus was either getting down (much like his mother) or practicing his ninja moves. It went a lot like this: thud-thud-thud-thud-swoosh... thud-thud-thud-thud-fwoom... thud-thud-thud-thud-spoosh...

While this was endearing and funny, it made me shudder slightly knowing that this small orange was already moving all over. What is Ling Ling going to do in 5 months, try out for the next summer Olympic gymnastic team? Or maybe swimming, since there is all that fluid in there. We'll see.

I enjoy my new doctor's office and the staff. I don't really care for the thin walls though- I didn't want to hear that loud lady in the next room talking about someone breaking her water... at least that's what I thought I heard. She seemed to be laughing a lot so maybe water breaking is the fun part of labor. *shudder*

The joys of the miracles of life...

-Megan