Ear Buds

So I have read (or heard) that playing music for the baby in the womb as well as reading to the baby is very beneficial. Apparently they are able to hear things from around 26 weeks of pregnancy so I decided that playing music wouldn't hurt, would it? I borrowed a little cd player from my mom and tried to figure out the head phone situation. Now you can buy headphones that supposedly fit over your pregnant belly, but seriously, how comfortable would that really be? I have a pair of headphones from college that are fairly big and I tried them across my belly and near my belly. Not comfortable and I questioned could the Peanut really hear it from a distance if I didn't have the earphones wrapped around my belly?
Think Kim... I have an ipod that came with earbuds. My new belly button (see previous post) is oddly enough the shape of an ear canal, sort of. It's not necessarily the shape of an ear canal, but surprisingly the earbud does stay in there quite well. I stick on bud in the belly button and one bud in the thigh/belly crease (the pregnant belly does hold it there - sigh) and alternate music every night. According to Peanut's movement, his/her favorite type of music (other than Mamma Kristin singing either 'Goodnight Sweetheart' or 'You Are My Sunshine') is Leahy. An upbeat, very fun Irish band. I think the Peanut enjoys the beat and energy of the music. My plan is to ensure I have Leahy on my ipod (if I can figure the d@mn thing out and make room for all the music I painstakingly burned and sorted in a certain way for bday) - but that in and of itself is a different post.

Until then...

Helpful Hint #1

I have been pondering in my head whether to post this blog or not as some may not want to hear it. Well...too bad. Consider it a helpful hint or what not to do when you get pregnant and have an annoying dog who is incredibly persistent about playing catch.

Let's just start out the story by stating a fact. I am getting used to the whole new 'pregnant body' and while it's not my favorite shape I am starting to be "at peace" with it. The larger breasts, the full and seemingly round tummy that is taking shape is freaking me out a bit. I'm not looking forward to the day where I am unable to see my feet. I hope to take that day in stride, but no promises.

So as many of you know we have a sweet, precious devil-dog named Keefer. Keefer has an addiction, he must have his yellow rubber ball at all times. It's either in his mouth or in the vicinity where he is sitting, standing, lying down or eating. If we're in the bathroom (his special one-on-one room) using the facilities, he brings it to the door and rolls it to our feet with his nose. We learned the hard way that shower time was no time to play ball with the big, black devil.

One morning I had just finished showering and I was in the bedroom getting ready. I was half dressed, the bottom half, when Keefer thought it was the ideal time to play. He would roll me the ball, I would throw it. A game of fetch ensued. Well, Keefer got a little excited and rolled the ball under the bed. GRRR. Dangit Keefer!! Somehow by the grace of God, I slowly, and by no means gracefully, got down on my hands and knees in search of Keefer's most adored toy. I made the mistake of not having a bra or shirt on yet. When I say mistake, trust me on this. Here I am, on all fours searching under the bed for this d@mn ball when all of a sudden I notice two severely disproportioned bag-like things hanging from my chest. What the h*ll!!! What are these?? Whose are these?? For the love of God where did they come from??

I have two incredibly elongated breasts hanging from my chest. Why God, why?? Where are my old breasts? Will they ever return? How can a human being look so much like a heifer who has ginormous udders?? Is this what pregnancy is all about?

I made the mistake of calling out to my partner and soul mate for reassurance. "Is this for real?" I cried out? Between fits of laughter and tears from the fits of laughter she reassured me that I was still beautiful. There was no cause for concern or fear.

Now ladies, if you're pregnant and happen to have an annoying dog, may I suggest one thing? Get rid of the ball or never, ever, no matter what get down on all fours with no bra or shirt on to search for something (especially your dogs ball). It's not pretty and trust me, you'll never look at yourself without thinking of cattle.

Into the 7th Month

I's really going to happen...
I know this because our baby furniture arrived on Tuesday. Yes sir, we have a crib and a dresser/hutch for the Peanut. We even have an outfit or two that we can put in it...just needs to be washed.
As for decorations...we're going with the Carter's Tall Tales from Babies R Us. It's mellow, and of course there are a few animals in it. They make some wall decals that go with it and I think we're going to see if Isabella and Michele want to help put them up this week/weekend since they're in town.
We're trying to decide if we want to put our handprints in the Peanuts room or not. We'll see if there is a place for them - a perfect place.