This weekend was long, and sad. We attended the memorial service for our friend on Sunday, and I’m happy and sad to have it over. We also did some more yardwork, and replaced a little carpeting in our basement (ahhh, cat pee…you bastard, bastard kitties).

Other than that, not much news to report on the baby front. Still a little movement, still feeling okay. Bought some maternity shorts yesterday, which was an excellent move. It felt SO GOOD to have shorts on yesterday.

How far along? 16 weeks
Total weight gain/loss: Still about + 1 overall.
Maternity clothes? Still massively enjoying my recent purchases. Although, I have to say, maternity shorts selection leave much to be desired.
Stretch marks? One more has joined the small cluster on my thighs. But I’m quite sure those were there before the spawn.
Sleep: Continually lame. I can assume it’s only going to get lamer. I never sleep through the night, and wake up just about every other hour.
Best moment this week: FEELING MOVEMENT! Woo-hoo!
Movement: Uh, see above.
Food cravings: Chocolate Cake. With vanilla ice cream.
Gender: After my dream? Girl.
Labor Signs: Nooo.
Belly Button in or out? Still innie. Still wider.
What I miss: My shorts. All of them.
What I am looking forward to: My doc’s appt this afternoon so I can hear the heartbeat again, hopefully!
Weekly Wisdom: Sigh. Again, hug your loved ones and cherish every moment.
Milestones: M to the O to the V to the E to the M – E – N – T!

This week ended up being a lot more tragic than we ever could have imagined. A good friend of the hubs and I suffered a brain injury on Tuesday evening, and after days of surgeries, prayers and hope, he was eventually taken off life support and passed away around noon on Sunday. He had many MANY friends, and all of us were very sad this weekend, trying to take the whole situation in. I’ve teared up a few times, but when a coworker sat down, gave her condolences and asked what happened this morning, I just started to cry.

His funeral will more than likely be later this week. I just hope that this is the last of the funerals before this baby is born. I know it’s not possible, but I just get worried with all the tragedy and sadness I’ve been through since being pregnant that it’ll somehow affect the baby. Just a worried momma, I guess – I know there’s no real possibility…but it’s just scary and sad that all this has happened in such a short period of time.

We’ll miss you Kelley, but we know our baby will have yet another angel to watch over him/her.

I blame it on my brazen bragging of my “excellent health” last weekend. I was so proud of the fact that I did not get sick ONCE over the winter…and then…BLAMO. The sore throat set in Saturday morning, and by Sunday I was completely sick.

Being sick while pregnant is annoying. Last night, sleep was HORRIBLE. I was anxious and warm and achy and coughy. NyQuil would have been the bomb. Yet, I laid and did not sleep for like, 3 hours. Or if I would doze off, I’d wake up within 5 minutes. Booo.

And my teeth hurt. All of them. I guess this also is a pregnancy symptom, aggravated by my cold.

Still, I’ll take all of this over being nauseated or fatigued.

Right now I am sincerely fighting the urge to vomit. I can’t tell if it’s due to the orange juice I drank this morning, the fact that I didn’t eat right away when I got hungry, or if it’s from the headache that I’ve had for 3 days.

Burping, hot flashes…it feels like it’s on it’s way…. urp.

This is so disgusting, I had to post it. Someone has to find humor in my agony.

Pregnant ladies have gas. BAD GAS. This is no secret.

I’m sitting on the couch, watching the Twins while the hubs washes some dishes, and let out a fart.

It’s not an SBD. (Silent but deadly.) There’s an audible noise.

But it is deadly. And I suddenly want to vomit.

My own flatulence has caused me to dry heave.

And…scene.