24 Weeks- blah, blah, fashion emergency blah.

Happy 24

6 months pregnant. 

108 days until Christmas... (Hopefully  Gia will be here to celebrate the birth of baby Jesus in the flesh , not hanging out in my uterus, stressing me out… thinking how in the world can I pull off a birthday party during the Holiday season *shudder*)

Still craving Pumpkin & fruit galore-checkity check.

No sleep for me-you betcha.

Back pain-ugh die now.

Also I had my first maternity shopping experience at A Pea in the Pod. Wish I could say it was magical and that I felt  beautiful and glowing- like a tiny fertile fairy glittering across a fashion runway.

It. Was. Not. Like. That.

First - Target has the BEST maternity clothes ever.  Second- I really miss my sense of style…. I’m assuming G has it on Loan until she arrives. *ahem little one, I get it back once you grace us with your pretty self and proclaim to be America’s Next Top Stylist*  

The experience was depressing and I was sad to watch my body fit into moo-moo type dresses, and then to tell myself “oh wow this is how you should look preggo, like a little gnome that would be featured in Julie’s garden.”  Or “you look beautiful, your chest is porntastic, the baby bump is oh so cute-you rock!”  *eye roll*

 It was hard. Especially when there was designer goodness galore right in front of my eyes…tempting me, begging me to justify trying on non-maternity fashion.  Sigh, The sacrifices we make for our little bundles of joy. But I did find two dresses I liked-yipppeeee! and a cute top- double yipppeeeee! So I guess I shouldn’t complain….that much.

Shopping is still an art form and lucky for me- something I have a black belt in. Now, I just concentrate on buying cuteness for Baby G and Baby C-(Auntie D needs to know what you are already!) and spoiling Jason rotten with new cowboy gear.

The nursery is on hiatus until Home Depot decides to call us about the carpet. I am beyond irritated with this. CALL DAMMIT.

I cannot believe how time flies, little Gia girl will be here before I know it.

SUPER G-couldnt be more true!

letters to G.

When you grow up:

 I hope you are a geeky fangirl. Just. Like. Me.

I'll  teach you all you need to know about Marvel Comics, Star Wars, Vampires, Zombies, Buffy, Sci/Fi (the list could go on for ever). *sigh* It's like a dream come true.

And don't worry your pretty little baby head, I will throw in a hefty amout of fashion hits & misses, do's & donts, and icons for you to study too.

You my love, will be one well dressed Han Solo loving Nerdette.

xoxo

Wonder Woman Onesie courtesy of your Auntie Maritza

18 weeks and counting.

Papaya Sized.

Kicks to the bladder, Sleepless nights and cravings for anything Pumpkin - perfectly describe the last 3 days.

Gia is the size of a papaya (sadly I don’t get weekly How Big is Baby anymore, *sniff* from now on I guess she grows to fruits & veggies only monthly).

 The girl likes her nighttime too. I think she fancies my uterus as her personal drum set, and just like a rockstar plays her nightly gigs at 2am. (Yay for no sleep)

 She moves like crazy:

1.        If I drink cold water.

2.       If I lay on my back.

3.       And especially if she is listening to me talk about whatever is in Us Weekly this week.  Example: She has strong thoughts on Khole Kardashian and my twitter following.

There is no doubt she is my daughter.

80's Bump. 22 weeks.

 So far no one (other than me) has felt her kick yet, although many have tried.

Singing to her, talking to her, and even shaking my stomach to get her to ninja chop. Nada. Nothing yet.

 Shhhh….this makes me feel all special inside because I get to feel her at least once per day.  I know, evil is me.

This week officially begins the project known as Operation: we have no idea what the hell we are doing, but are going to try and make a nursery anyway.

Jason has taken me to Home Depot/Lowes 3 times in one week. 3 TIMES people.  I wanted to die. I am very immature when it comes to home improvement stores.

But we ended up choosing the paint color for Gianna’s room.

What color you may ask?  Vanilla Linen aka a very light cream.   Yes, Cream. How….bold of us.

Just call us Indiana Jones , because we are full of adventure!  Right?

I am hoping we can get tons of cute accents pieces and murals and cuteness ,OH MY! to add to the room. I have no doubt it will be perfect, just because its hers.

I can't wait to see her, hold her, feed her... my little alien vampire baby.

True Blood Time Out.

Fangirl = me. A name I am very proud of by the way.

I love fictional  characters, I get completely stressed out when things DO NOT go the way I would like, Anxiety rules my life for 60 minutes when I’m watching one of my geeky gothy shows.

But I have to get this out because …OMG True Blood and Alan Ball you pissed me offfffffffffff last night. What the heck was that?

I guess I really do need more than a million shots of Alexander Skasgard’s pretty behind to make me a happy viewer. 

Quoted from my favorite blog site because really I could not say it any better than this:

“Eric asks Sookie to run away with him, presumably to Norway (which probably looks like a fur-splayed snowglobe world in Alan Ball’s mind), and she says… No? Really, girl? A hot vampire Viking GOD asks you to run away with him and you’d rather live in Bon Temps, Louisiana, population 30 crazy and/or undead and/or supernatural STUFF? It’s humid and gross and apparently it’s like the Hellmouth of Louisiana (Buffy joke, what up). Sookie, you are a fool.”

My thoughts exactly.  

I read the books. I know what was/is coming and still it was like a knife to the gut watching this.  I can handle angst with Real Eric/Sookie, because it will make their reunion that much sweeter, but why does Bill have to be in the equation at all?

 Queue the Saint Bill with Bad Hair storyline.  Blah. I’m so annoyed... He should have let Tara die, but oh no, we have to show him saving Tara, while Eric feeds and acts like a complete “bill” for the rest of the episode. why I ask you? why?

And the witch fight??! What the hell was even going on? Baaaaaaadddddd writing.

Lastly pullleeeeaasse Alcide and your Hero Complex…blah blah blah. I’m bored of you.  Sure you are one hot man, but you screen time puts me asleep. I’m actually on Debbie’s side, & she is a complete psychopath!!  Congrats my were-friend you drove her to whatever she does in the next couple episodes.  (Which we all know is trying to kill Sookie somehow) And how come he didn’t smell her following him? Hmmmmm???

 I did not even mind the snowy v-trip as long as it goes somewhere.  

Come on...they end up on a viking bed with fur in the middle of snow in Eric's homeland, acting like they did in the season 2 dream la la la la....this has to mean something right? RIGHT?!! Foreshadowing? Blood Bond? Something?

Alright I feel a million times better.

 True Blood, I still adore you. Just don’t destroy the last 4 episodes of the season.  And please give us more Lafayette and Pam. They have the best lines eva.

Yay! Eric has Normal Hair again...for like a minute.

Kick Start My Heart.



Banana G.
-21 weeks-

 Gianna finally kicked YAAAAAYYYYYYYY!!!!! Friday night GKB (this kid is going to have way too many nicknames.) made herself known by kicking me for the first time.

 Excitement?  Check.

Proud?  Completely.

Ready for a repeat?  Uh, Does Buffy slay vampires…OF COURSE!

Who knew I could become a complete addict for something  so tiny. Luckily she must know that waiting is not something  like to do and has kicked me 5 times since then.

THE big ultrasound also happened this week too.  And we saw her yawn on the big screen for the very first time.  (Cutest YAWN ever!!)  A  Perfectly healthy and active baby girl.

21 weeks along.  

19 weeks Or 132 days left, but who is counting?  (You can also use this as your countdown until christmas ;), thats exactly how many shopping days you have left until the man in red shows up at your home.)

Oh Haiiiii! See me in my maternity fashion; with Rachel Zoe in mind thank you vey much.

Dear Gia Girl

Happy 20 weeks little Buffy! (A nickname I am trying out, thanks to your Auntie Melis’ suggestion)

You are the size of a coconut, you move to sounds of Katy Perry and the squeeeesss and shrieks of momma’s love for Eric on True Blood. And yet… you don’t kick big enough for me to feel. Come on girl, Bring it! I have a feeling I am going to bite my tongue once you do. I think thy name is stubborn.

Dad & I have started the project known as your nursery, you already have a wardrobe that could match a baby version of Carrie Bradshaw and experienced your very first concert! Go you lil pumpkin you!!

i love you most.

momma

Hello Canteloupe You.

what your momma looks like at 20 weeks.

Maybe one day there will Be a Gia B project. Rachel Zoe, know her Gianna.

HIYA

I woke up feeling very pregnant today.

My ankles were sore, I had crazy dreams (thanks Gia-the one about the flesh eating monster was a particular joy), sleep-not me!, and I swear my stomach went from “Awww cute bump” to “OMG! Do you carry a half a watermelon under your dress” in 24 hours.

And yet, still no kick.  

According to every baby book out there you should feel the first kick during 18-22 weeks.  I. am. So. Not. Patient.  Ahem…19.5 weeks and counting.

 Come on Gia give your momma a HIYA Ninja kick!  (I have high hopes for my daughter)

Seeeeee Jason, if we named her Buffy, I bet she would be slaying my uterus by now.