"Are you pregnant or just getting fat?"

I started thinking that it would be a good idea for me to keep a blog, or journal for myself and anyone interested in my experiences as becoming and preparing for motherhood. On this blog you may laugh, you may cry, you may get a little grossed out and you may even laugh so hard you cry or laugh so hard you pee your pants. (this has happened to me quite a few times now) I hope you all can enjoy reading my posts as much as I have enjoyed the last 6 months of my life!















Saturday, February 4, 2012

"Even the dog looked at you funny"

I thought of this after I posted the last 6 months...if you have a good sense of humor, and know my golden retriever, Presley, you might find this as funny as I did. Brace yourself and remember... "no filter..."


I mentioned how all I do now since being pregnant is eat, sleep, pee and fart. I am really not kidding. I have never, and I mean never farted in front of Zack before. I've always been able to be very discrete and do it without him knowing. Well, for those of you who have not been pregnant let me tell you sometimes there is just no way of being discrete. It really just happens and a lot of the time, you don't even expect it. Of course I always say "excuse me" as soon as I "break wind" so to speak. I even have the walking farts. I guess that's what I get for making fun of my dad for getting older and developing what I thought only old people got, the walking farts. But, nope, apparently pregnancy does the same thing! It's kinda embarrassing. Anyways onto the story...


I like to think this is just pay back for all the times Zack let one rip in front of me that I can say wasn't very pleasant. But, maybe not. Last weekend as Zack and I were on our way to Winchester on our quest for paint and supplies to start on Gracelyn's room, I looked at him and just informed him (so you know, a certain smell didn't take him by surprise) that I had gas. He then decided to tell me, "man, you let one really rip last night in your sleep, even Presley looked at you like "what the heck was that?" This immediately made me laugh hysterically. Only because Presley got his name by the way he would look at you when you talked to him as a puppy. His lip curled up like Elvis. It's really a comical sight. Anyways, apparently when I had fallen asleep on the couch, Presley was laying right beside of me with his head directly under my butt. Poor guy gut the blunt end of it. Literally. I asked Zack how bad it was and he said "I don't know. I got up and walked out of the room." Zack doesn't believe that women fart or poop. He told me that we just "pee our food out." Ha, I guess he got a rude awakening with that one!

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