Number of boxes of Sally Hanson Waxing Strips I purchased the other day: 2
Number of boxes of Sally Hanson Waxing Strips I will undoubtedly need by this weekend: another 3-4, at least, depending on how fast the fur keeps growing
Number of minutes my new nipples enter the room before the rest of me: Approximately 7, depending on how breezy it is
Number of times I’m too tired to cook dinner and BeBop suggests ordering Chinese: a billion
Number of times I scream at BeBop after he makes aforementioned suggestion that "I CANNOT eat Chinese food every fricking night as it is fried, contains MSG and cannot possibly be healthy for the babies!!": a billion
Number of times I’ve grabbed Bosco’s face, squished his furry little cheeks, stared into his eyes and yelled, "You think I’m a good Mommy, RIGHT?!?": 11 or 12
Number of times I’ve regretted doing this while the front door is open after realizing the neighbors can probably hear me: see above
Number of times I’ve asked BeBop to buy prunes for me when he goes to the store: 7
Number of times he’s been brave enough to ask why: 0
Number of times in the last week I’ve stared at my boobs in the mirror, entranced by the winding blue lines that make my chestal region look like a map of the San Francisco Bay Area: 5
Number of gallons of tears I shed during last week’s Gilmore Girls series finale: countless
Number of belly shots I will be posting after seeing Faith’s beyond adorable 16-week photos: AS IF
Number of disgusting zits I still have covering my forehead: infinity
Number of dill pickles I have stuffed in my craw over the last few weeks: fifty-seven frillion and counting (and NO, I’m not kidding. I am such a cliche)
Number of times BeBop, after hearing a news report that couples with new babies hardly ever have sex, uttered the following: "Parents with new babies don’t have sex EITHER?!": 1
Number of times that remark, a thinly-veiled reference to our sex life over the last four-plus years, got on my last nerve and I felt like hitting him in the face with a claw hammer: 3 (because I kept reliving it in my mind!)
Number of weeks pregnant I will be this weekend: 12
12 weeks, hurray!!! congratulations!!!!!!!
and yes i relate to almost all of those, except the pickle thing. i was beginning to wonder if that was just some kind of joke because i cannot even imagine eating a pickle these days.
Woooo hooo the big 12 weeks! Still so very very happy for you. I am sorry for the fur and the zits–not a good combo. But it’s worth it, isnt it=) I cant imagine every craving a pickle, but maybe…just maybe! What about the pickles AND ice cream?
Holy moly mama. 12 weeks already (said by the one with no fur or admiration for pickles) -CONGRATS!
I hear it all gets better after 12 weeks! Enjoy every minute of it!
I had the zits, the constipation, the constant hunger too… and I can assure you, it does get better. I notice that you don’t mention any morning sickness… so that’s great!
Yeah, not all of us can look like Faith at 16 weeks with twins… I can only wish. I’ve NEVER looked that good. My 7 week shot was nowhere close either, so you’re not alone! Grow those babies, grow, grow, grow!!! Congrats on 12 weeks!
yea! congrats on the 12 week milestone!
12 weeks – awesome milestone!!
The best number of them all is the 12 weeks! Huge congrats, Watson.
Number of inches my belly is bigger than Faith’s: about 32.
And I’m 18 weeks with a singleton.
Ugh, I feel huge.
Everything starts to feel better after 12 weeks. Hang in there, and congrats!
Too funny! Congrats on the 12 weeks, but major bummer about the prunes situation.
Whoa. Twelve weeks already? Congrats!
You are too funny – I love doing things by the numbers… Gonna just keep this post in mind for comparison in the when I’m PG. LOL It will help me know if I’m still sane if I have a comparison chart! LOL
Happy 12 weeks!!
“Number of times that remark, a thinly-veiled reference to our sex life over the last four-plus years, got on my last nerve and I felt like hitting him in the face with a claw hammer: 3 (because I kept reliving it in my mind!)”
This just killed me. 😀
Congratulations… That was a lovely post. I am glad to hear that your pregnancy is going well
Funny, funny girl!
…I’m right on your tail…11 weeks today.
Yup. Faith’s shots put me off posting any of myself, too. She and I are at the same point, too, and I saw her cute photos and thought: Nope. Not going to post mine. People may run screaming (see: tall freak. see also: yeti).
So hey-I’ll show you mine if you show my yours?
(God I’ve always wanted to be able to say that)
(Realize my comment wasn’t clear. I was talking about swapping PHOTOS. I don’t really need to see anything else that’s like…YOU KNOW. We don’t have the kind of relationship or anything.)
Yay for 12 weeks!
Congrats!! You’re not alone with the zits or the fur, I promise.
I think this one is my favourite:
Number of times I’ve asked BeBop to buy prunes for me when he goes to the store: 7
Number of times he’s been brave enough to ask why: 0
I am so excited that you are at the 12th week mark!
Faith barely looks pregnant. That just cannot be right. Right??
You are not alone in asking your pet if you are a good mommy. I have already done that countless times and I am not even pregnant!
Hysterically funny! And wow – the magical 12 weeks. That’s so exciting – in a hairy and zitty kind of way 🙂
You are SO funny!
I’m hairy and zitty too. And farty, even though I’m in desperate need of prunes. Go figure.
Given my condition, the sex thing really isn’t a concern, because nobody would want to have sex with me anyway.
Thanks for the flax seed tip in my blog comments! I can use all of the help that I can get.
Zits here too. Thank G-d, the hair-fairy has left me alone…
I found that a cup of coffee every morning helped the system clean out.
And i just wish there was someplace that my DH would let me order Chinese from!
I’m sooooo tired these days.
Congrats on 12 weeks!
Leah (35 weeks w/ singleton)
Watson, whenever I read your blog, I come to the sad realization that I’m still playing stickball in an alleyway using a 2×4 as a bat and you are the starting pitcher for the Yankees.
(btw – Number of times I threw up a little bit in my mouth while reading your post: 3)
oh wow, 12 weeks already, OMG the time has just flown(which is such a cliche but who cares???) as usual I am giggling at my desk….thanks for the smiles today. 🙂