{"id":11360,"date":"2015-09-23T04:00:54","date_gmt":"2015-09-23T11:00:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ladyslittleloves.com\/?p=11360"},"modified":"2015-09-23T04:00:54","modified_gmt":"2015-09-23T11:00:54","slug":"bumpdate-week-34-6-weeks-go","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/livingwithlady.com\/2015\/09\/bumpdate-week-34-6-weeks-go.html","title":{"rendered":"Bumpdate: Week 34 – 6 weeks to go!"},"content":{"rendered":"
How Far Along:<\/strong>\u00a034 weeks. Only about six weeks to go. Wow.<\/p>\n
Symptoms:\u00a0<\/strong>Night time bathroom breaks. That’s about it.<\/p>\n
Embarrassing Moment: <\/strong>Well… I kind of had a moment. A moment of total bitchiness. Though I didn’t mean for it to come out that way…<\/div>\n
My sweet, sweet husband was on his way home from work one night and asked if he could pick up anything from the store on his way home. I replied that I would like Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, the healthier kind. When he came home, the first thing he said to me was, “Don’t be mad about what I got.” This usually means he picked up something super high in fat and sugar that we both overindulge in.<\/div>\n
After the kids were in bed and I went to the fridge to get my bowl of ice cream, I noticed that he got Mint Cookie Crunch ice cream. Not Mint Chocolate Chip. And this is when I assumed he meant he tried to do me a favor by getting something even better than what I requested, but sadly, it was not. There was no crunch as the title of the ice cream suggested and that is one of the reasons I like the mint chocolate CHIP, because of those little crunchy chips. Sounds crazy? Maybe. But try convincing a pregnant lady of that.<\/div>\n
I tried to give it a chance and it just didn’t do it for me, so I wanted to let The Hubby know that while I appreciate<\/em> him getting me ice cream, if he could please not divert from the original request by trying to do me a favor and getting something even better, it really would be much appreciated. Instead of it coming out like that, it came out:<\/div>\n
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(Insert me moving over to the couch to sit down beside him)<\/div>\n
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“Hey Love? Um, when I say I want Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, I mean Mint Chocolate Chip<\/em>.”<\/div>\n
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And he stared at me, seeing that I was completely serious. And I stared back, in silence, before giggling about how that came out. \u00a0He laughed, too, and then apologized stating that he thought he had<\/em> gotten Mint Chocolate Chip. Confused, I asked what his comment was about earlier when he came home saying not to be mad about what he had gotten, and realized he wasn’t referring to my ice cream, but instead the peanut butter cookies that were now in the pantry.<\/div>\n
So, okay, noted.<\/div>\n
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But here is what I would take away from all of this if I were the non-pregnant one: When an 8 month pregnant lady has a request, it’s probably for a very specific reason, like for say… crunchiness. Do not divert. \ud83d\ude42<\/div>\n
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Gender:\u00a0<\/strong>I just KNOW this baby is a boy. It’s got to be. I FEEL it.<\/div>\n
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Movement:\u00a0<\/strong>Totally visible to those watching on the outside. And quite aggressive!<\/div>\n
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Sleep: <\/strong>Getting up once or twice to use the restroom. Difficult to roll over. Other than that, not too bad.<\/div>\n