27 Weeks!

So as of yesterday we're at 27 weeks--one more week 'til we hit the third trimester! I'm so excited!

I don't know if you're supposed to wait to celebrate mother and father's day 'til after you have the baby (I think you are) but since Patrick did something for me for mother's day I just ordered his present--some geek dad books with different activities for him to do with baby boy. I'm only sharing this because as of now the only time Patrick looks at this blog is when I'm posting stuff, haha.

I'm starting to feel the baby kick more and more. Yesterday I wound up sick and slept most of the day, I thought I was going to have to run out during the sermon at church, I felt so bad. I think I did too much Saturday and then we ate at Waffle House Sunday morning because I was starving after we had to go help my mom when her car died for the second time in two days (I won't go into the day before--but I was stuck in the heat for awhile). I ended up feeling sick and sleeping most of yesterday. I wanted to swim today but I will not go to our complex pool alone and Patrick is always working. Instead I'm sitting here feeling like I'm melting all day (the exception is when I lay on my bed and have my fan on me--but I always fall asleep and I'm sick of sleeping). I want a job so bad, but I also want to move up north way far away from this heat.

I also think I'm going to become a hermit when the baby is born so I can control exactly what he's seeing.  I don't want to be one of those moms at all... but I also want to give him a fighting chance to not be attached to TV or phone games like all the kids I see now-a-days are. My mom bought a table with Sponge Bob on it (I've never liked Sponge Bob and really don't want to ever let him watch it because I find it obnoxious and it reminds me of Ren and Stempy (which I hated as a kid), but Patrick and I have agreed definitely not 'til he's 4 or 5) and when she showed me (because she's never seen Sponge Bob and just thinks the table is cute) I had this disappointed face and ended up just telling her why I don't like the show... which she agreed she wouldn't like either, but somehow having the table with his face on it isn't a problem? I'm going to have to explain to him how he can't watch a show that his grandmother thinks is OK to bring in toys and crap of.

I know that the best laid plans go awry, especially with first time parents. When I say I won't let him watch TV, I really don't want him watching it unless we're watching it together, as a family. So Disney movies, TV shows that I find semi-educational or fun for both of us at least... and even that will be limited. It won't be me trying to distract him with TV or video games so I can attempt to get chores done, it will be us interacting. I hope he'll learn how to entertain himself like we somewhat had to do when I was a kid. I want to teach him to behave instead of distracting him like parents did when I had to cut their kid's hair, or when we've gone out to eat (I was taught to behave out at restaurants). That's fine for other people, I really don't want to do that though. Patrick and I don't even watch TV except for shows we pull up on the internet, we don't have cable, I don't forsee it being a problem. Yes, I'll get frustrated and want to stick him in front of the boob tube sometimes... but I am going to try my best to not do it. I want to be realistic, I won't always parent the way I plan to, but I can try my best.

Patrick has finally seen the baby kick (a few times, actually). He's given me a few good scares where I ended up jumping, he kicked so hard. 

I really need to be drinking more water for the 4D ultrasound, and in general.

I'm ready for Patrick to get home, I hate he's always working... I wish I could be working... but I really don't want to be working after the baby comes and I'll probably have to be, UGH. I refuse to make Patrick work so much he never sees the baby just so I can be a stay at home mom, though. I want the baby to know him too... But I also don't want anybody but us taking care of him. I know I have my mom, but I don't trust her to follow my rules because she's already a total grandma to the dog when Lupe comes over to visit. I've accepted it with Lupe, but the TV thing is really a big issue to me and my mom is one of those that has the TV on a lot... although it's not cartoons. Still, I'm so bad if a TV is on I can't help but look at it or watch it, sound or no sound, doesn't matter if I even care about what's on.... I don't want him to be that way.

Anyway, I'm just making myself feel anxious about it all now. I need to go clean the house, but it's so damn hot.. and I prefer cleaning while Patrick is home. I guess I'll attempt to get some stuff done, though.