My week of demands

With one week left until the baby is due, I've decided that Barry has had it pretty easy in terms of the husband of a mommy-to-be.  I've been a very easy pregnant lady!  No cravings, no mood swings...yes, seriously!  I feel like I've missed out on being a hormone crazed woman these past months, so I'm going to make up for it this week.  For example, I've decided one of the things I'm going to do is crave and demand Neapolitan ice cream at 3am sometime this week.  I don't know what night exactly, but I DO know that it will be Neapolitan ice cream and that we have none in the house.  So, that means Barry would have to go out at 3am and get it for me.  Yes, I did see a container of Neapolitan ice cream at Asda yesterday and thought about getting it, but then I thought that would take all the fun out of it...if we actually had it in the house.  So, it was not purchased.  I don't know what else I will come up with, but I'm sure it will be interesting.  I wonder how Barry will cope with this week?  Especially since the only place open with Neapolitan ice cream at 3am would be Tesco allllllll the way on the other side of town.  Is that mean?

Also, with one week left until the baby is due, I thought it would be nice to have some cool pictures of me being pregnant.  I tried to talk Barry into having a photo session similar to these ones below, but he didn't go for it (these photos were taken from awkwardfamilyphotos.com).  Dunno why!

That's just gross.

This was someone's Christmas card?

Uh, WTF?

So, instead of doing a photo session similar to these, we decided to take a run up to Fort Grianan yesterday.  In case you don't know, Grianan is an ancient ring fort a couple of miles outside of Derry and it is on a large hill.  So high up you are able to see four counties from it. Yesterday probably wasn't the best day to go since it was FREEZING and rainy and windy...all of this intensified when you're that high on a hill.  Plus, the fog was unbelievable as you'll see in the photos. We were lucky to see four fingers in front of us let alone four counties.  But, we went anyway and took a couple of photos since all I had so far of me being pregnant consisted of me just standing up against a wall as you can see from this blog post.

Our chilly photo shoot:

That white haziness is the fog...for reals. 

Barry is also taking some time today to practice his labor ball techniques.  You'd think I would be the one doing it, but nope.  This ball is supposed to help bring on labor and is also supposed to be used during labor to ease pain.  I'll be lucky to get a turn on it at this rate...he's having way too much fun.

Someone thinks he's pretty darn perfect

In the goody box my mom sent me yesterday, in addition to the food (I'm already through one bag of York Peppermint Patties by the way...sigh), there was a pregnancy journal.  You are supposed to fill the journal out throughout pregnancy to remember how you were feeling etc.  The journal has the items that you would expect to be in there...a place to put the ultrasound picture, keep track of your cravings, monitor your weight gain (yeah as if I want to remember that...that space is staying blank).

There is one section however that asks us to list the traits from me and Barry that we hope the baby doesn't get and a section where we list the traits we hope the baby does get.  I started filling them out starting with the traits we hope that the baby does get.  Barry was first.  His passable traits to name a few included his sense of humor, outgoing personality and  fast metabolism.  I struggled with mine, but Barry was able to help out.  My passable traits included my eyes, creativity and skin.

Next were the traits we didn't want to pass on to the baby.  Piece of cake.  I started rolling those bad boys out for me...because, we always see the bad stuff in ourselves, right?  Mine included my crooked teeth (which are now fixed thanks to years of braces), terrible eyesight (which thankfully can be fixed with my contact lenses...otherwise...whoa...can't see anything) and my shy personality.  Please note that there were only 3 spaces to fill in the traits otherwise the list could have gone on and on...and, I wouldn't have even had to really think about them.  I guess I could list all my other traits I didn't want passed on to the baby here, but why depress myself.

Now, it's Barry's turn to list all the bad traits about himself he doesn't want passed on to the baby.  Most people have no problem identifying their bad traits, as you can see from me above.  Well, apparently Barry is the exception.  He STRUGGLED to think of bad things about himself.  The conversation went a little something like this:

Me:  "Okay, now what bad things about yourself do you hope the baby doesn't get?"
Barry:  Silence.
Me:  I mute the television (Family Guy was on and getting his attention during Family Guy is, well, very difficult to say the least).  "Hello, so what bad things about yourself do you hope the baby doesn't get?"
Barry: "Oh, right...okay.  Hmm...let me see here.  Oooo...hmmm.  That's a good question."
Me: Rolling my eyes. "Seriously?"
Barry:  "What?"
Me:  "You can't think of anything bad about yourself at all?"
Barry: "Hmm...well.  Let me think."
Me:  I stare at him sarcastically.
Barry: Laughing."What? I guess I'm pretty perfect then."
Me:  "Oh, please." Throwing up in my mouth a little.

Let's hope the baby gets Barry's self-confidence.