How you like 'dem apples??

I am fifteen weeks pregnant today, and my baby is the size of an apple, or about four inches long and 2.5 ounces. Which really doesn't explain why I've gained ten pounds, but nonetheless I digress.

Hubby and I are having a difficult time coming up with names we actually agree on for this baby. Everytime we are asked that question by friends or family, hubby reverts to stand-by security reply of "she likes weird names" and to my defense I indicate Caleb and Audrey are not weird names. Problem with my husband is he is a huge movie buff, whether it be in the theatre or at home, he loves him some movies. So naturally he can relate just about any name I come up with to a movie. This is extremely frustrating, beyond what you can imagine frustrating. The only thing I relate names back to are people I have known, worked with or gone to school with. Other than that, I can know two different people named Michael who are completely different and never really realize they have the same name.

Once we land on a name, it will be a miracle!

Hubba Hubba Momma

Ok, seriously what is with men anymore? I'm sitting at my 13 year old son's basketball game, I get there early due to a miscommunication and have to watch another game before his starts. Which is good, I get a good seat way at the top. So I'm sitting nicely by myself, texting and Facebooking and carrying on about my business for most of the first game. During that game a gentleman and his young son decide to sit by me. Nice, there are tons of other places to park it but next to me is where you pick. Ok, I can deal with it.

I'm not sure if it's the pregnancy hormones that are oozing off me or what but the guy is literally starting to hit on me. At first, he asked me simple questions about who my kid is, where's the restroom, etc. Stuff I can handle. Then his wife shows up, who is hot, by the way. She is smoking hot and sitting on the other side of him. So he has me, the getting fatter by the day 3 months pregnant lady and his hot Latino wife and he starts hitting on me! Wow, it must be the preggo hormones or something.

The flirting didn't make me feel good about myself, because I don't have esteem issues as it is. I'm okay with who I am and how I look. And I was totally thwarting the guy off, by flashing my wedding ring, not really responding to him and just plain ignoring him.

Craziness, but good to know I "did it" for some guy at my son's basketball game.

Math challenged

For months I have known I would have to take algebra I and algebra II in order to complete my associates degree, but I wanted to think maybe it was a joke or something. That they should know better than ask Erin to do math. But they didn't think it was a joke and low and behold, my algebra class started Monday.

My first clue that this was going to kick my butt was the first chapter containing 80 pages. 80 pages! WHAT? I did super fantastic and got through about ten pages and was very proud of myself, BUT there was a test on Friday for the material covered in that long first ridiculous chapter.

So, I'm sitting at my computer last night having started the quiz at work on my lunch break on Friday thinking I had really done well. I answered the first 11 out of 49 correctly and I was a math genius! My husband gets home and is in one of those clingy moods and sits right next to me at the computer (God, I love him) and watches me as I make a fool of myself with math. Because you see, I am inclined more to write or read, correct grammar or dig for information to write about. I'm not a person that wants to find out what the value of x is. No interest. Don't care. Think it's pretty dumb, in fact.

Needless to say, at first I was totally getting pissed that my husband was sitting right next to me figuring out the problems I was working on IN HIS HEAD which is cheating because I have write it all down, step -by-step in order to somewhat has a grasp of the problem. Anyhow, it took me an hour and forty-five minutes and a lot of coaching from my dear husband to help me understand these stupid alegbra problems.

The irritation flowed to relief that he was so math inclined and could teach me. He's not the best teacher in the world, lacks some patience and thinks repeating the same thing over and over to me will help me get it. I had to inform him that I'm a words person. Write it down and let me read it and I'll probably get it. It was interesting. There were some moments that could have seriously damaged our relationship, but instead it was strengthened.

He just needs to be around for the next five months to help me get through this thing they call math.

What about America's needy?

The earthquake in Haiti has brought about a strong passion out the depths of my soul. I am in no way discounting the suffering and despair being felt in Haiti due to the tremendous loss they are suffering due to the earthquake, let me be clear. I do want to make a point that has been boiling around in my head for days since the tragedy: what about those in America who are suffering just as greatly at those in Haiti?

There are people in my town that are hungry tonight, while I munch on frozen pizza and complain about my entree of choice. There is an overload of coverage regarding the Haitian earthquake on every single news source: online content, morning shows, political shows, even on Facebook! Yet, those that are within our own borders receive very little attention, media or press time. That makes me sad and wonder what's wrong with our system and our attitudes towards those less fortunate. It sickens me when a celebrity endorses a charity outside of the United States as their passion, but every once in a while I am pleased to hear of a celebrity that endorses America interests rather than foreign.

I'm not just a talker... I'm also a walker. I support Feeding America on a national basis which is a non-profit organization dedicated to eliminating hunger in America. Further, I support the Meals on Wheels program in my community. I support a DHS child and a needy patient within the area nursing home. Giving back to my community first is something I boldly believe in.

Getting these words out has been therapeutic in a sense. Each time I turn on the television or pull up news on the internet I have been bombarded with the news in Haiti, not the poor starving and needy children in Oklahoma, which saddens me.

Seafood Lover!

Today, I am 13 weeks pregnant. The baby is the size of a medium shrimp, or about three inches and weighs almost one ounce! This is the last week of my first trimester. And if I remember correctly when pregnant with my son, I will start to feel really fantastic during the next three months. Which is great, because I really want to feel good! My body is changing so much it's almost daily. My belly is rounding and I'm really not fitting into my regular clothes anymore. Thank goodness for Belly bands. They have saved me from investing in maternity clothes sooner than I wanted!

Many women are pregnant in my life. My co-worker is due in April, I'm due in July. I have another friend due in August, she just found out on New Years Day and my hairdresser is pregnant. It's funny how that happens around you all at once. It's kind of fun really. Someone to share these experiences with.

In other life news, I have started Alegbra in my college courses and I'm filled with fear and trepidation! This class will last until mid-March, and then if I pass this class, I'll move to Algebra II which will last through mid-May. So from here until May, I will become something I don't like: a person understanding math. I hate math, I don't like to do math, I see no point in determining what x is in a problem... it's just not that important to me. But alas, I must have math to graduate, so here I go! Wish me luck!

B-lime-y!

I'm about 12 weeks pregnant and have been following the baby's progress on babycenter.com, pretty neat site. Anyhow, each week they tell you the size of the baby in relation to a piece of fruit or vegetable. this week, it's the size of a lime. Just a little over two inches long. Heard the heartbeat last week, just one heartbeat, not two... and no there aren't two with the heartbeats in sync! Why does everyone want to wish twins and triplets on pregnant women??  I have done that to friends and family that were pregnant and now realize how annoying that is. Promise to not do that to anyone again. swear.

Anyhow, the queen size bed hubby and I have is getting smaller. Granted I started gaining a lot of weight before getting pregnant, so I'm beyond my comfortable size already and am getting bigger. I will probably be near 200 lbs by the time I give birth to this current lime. Ugh. So, I'm already looking forward to wearing my cuter clothes once the baby is here. Which is in July.

Otherwise, I feel great, no morning sickness. almost to my second trimester. Been getting really hot at night lately. Typically I sleep in the winter with an extra blanket or two on the bed, last two nights... they've been kicked off. AND last night I had to take off my sleeping pants. holy smokes was I boiling! I'm sure its all the extra blood running through me body!