29 Weeks.. wow this is flying by... 10 more to go

 HELLO 3rd TRIMESTER!!!..... and all the pains that come with it...

Well I’ve gone from Karate Kicks to nudges, turns and rolling movements.

Yesterday I did get a “High YAAAA” high kick when my tray of food was kicked up off of my abdomen.  Perhaps I was crowding her space, Kurt does the same thing when I crowd his.

I have started my prebaby Maternity life book.. Basically details our journey through pregnancy through photos of my iphone belly snap shots.

Here are some pics from my 3^rd trimester

I am going through a growth spurt this week.. or shall I say “we are”. My scar tissue (from a previous abdomen surgery)..

Nooooo not plastic.. (I wish).. is separating inside me. Notice separating, not stretching, so yes it feels like my insides are being cut and ripped from the inside by Freddie Kruger, that’s what happens when your abdomen grows and you have scar tissue in the same place. I stop in stores and hold my upper abdomen in pain, I think people think I am in labor, they pass by me with a concerned look.  I should do this in the bathroom line at concerts.

So basically I do not sleep at night because of this pain.. call the waaaambulance.. : )

Here are some pics from our Vegas trip, Since there was Mirrors everywhere in our pimp Aria Sky suite (looks like a Kardashian remodeled it)

 I took advantage of taking more belly shots.

My Booty Shorts.. are shrinking

I should enter a belly shot contest while in Vegas..

we need to make money for baby's college fund

Here are some pics from the Lido Isle Tennis Club Western Night

Keepin It Classy

My dear friend was just diagnosed with Breast Cancer so we decided to walk for her

in the Susan G Komen Breast Cancer 5k.

I made these shirts for Michelle Homme.. It read in the front

Homme Don't Play That.. (taken from the In Living Color Clown)

SOoo Maybe I should have asked my OB if it was ok to do the Susan G Komen 5 K.

Because after the walk.. I was sent to the hospital because my uterus was cramping

Baby getting monitored in Labor and Delivery. I do not want to be back there until she's done cooking.

A few days later after I was released off of "bed rest" I had lunch with my favorite "Tutu"

who we will be naming our little one's middle name after "Helena".

Then a visit with a very special OB.. the man who delivered me and to whom I call Uncle Bob.. my godfather to who'm I adore.

Grey makes me look HUGE!.. no more grey