Wow, it’s Labor Day. The summer went by so fast. And life is happening so fast. I’m starting to feel a little like myself. I actually have gotten some of my computer work done and hopefully will get some more done before we leave for a barbeque.

I have 200 days left ot go in this pregnancy and I get my real first ob appt tomorrow. I’m excited about hearing the heart beat. It’s so real when you get to do that. Though this morning sickness has been very real. Blah.

I’ve been working way too much and it looks like this next month is going to be the same. They have me working five days a week 3 out of four weeks. Which I’m tired, I don’t feel well and no one really cares at work.

I’m hoping to get some scrapbooking done tomorrow. I have someone who is going to buy a mini book from me so I need to try and get that done. My friend Andrea was talking about coming over and scrapbooking with me. That would be fun I haven’t had a craft day with friends in a long time.

I know just a quick boring update. But life has been boring lately.

Why is it people always ask you if your pregnancy was planned. I think only two people have not asked me this, oh my mom is number three. But come on, is it really any of your business. Do people just have to ask this question like it’s the first thing that comes into their minds and they just blurt it or do they really think it’s their business?

Why do I have a compulsion to answer this question? No matter what, I answer-, even when it’s people I really don’t think they need to know. It just pops out of my mouth.

And if you are curious. No we didn’t plan this pregnancy and even Zane was a surprise. After not using birth control for six years and trying to concieve on and off Zane was a wonderful little surprise. I thought TJ and I would just not have children. But two years ago I got a positive test for my birthday.

And with six years to get Zane I figured it would take some work to get a second child. So yes this baby is a surprise and wasn’t planned on. But it is a wonderful blessing and surprise.

I was hugged today by Zane’s daycare lady. I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to have to find new daycare so I asked if she would be willing to take a new baby. She asked how old were they and I said it won’t be for another 10 months. And she got all excited I was pregnant and gave me a big hug.

I’m just not a hugger. I’m not really into touching other people outside my husband and son. Even hugs with my mom are awkward. (Yes I know that’s probably why I am this way.) People who know me know this and they try to respect me in this, but I still get a weird hug here or there. I try not to cringe and I really hope that they can’t tell I am when I do get hugs.

I’ve tried to be more open to hugs from others, but it’s just not me. I’m not touchy-feely with my friends. I only hug relatives if I have to. I hug and kiss Zane everyday, because I hope I won’t pass on this trait.

Am I really the only one who doesn’t like hugs? Is it because my family wasn’t touchy-feely or because it’s just me?

The contest for the free design has ended and I have chosen a winner. I know it’s been a few days since the end of the contest, I hope you will forgive me. I’m so tired and sick and I had to deal with a very busy weekend.

It was hard to choose from all the entries but one entry stood out to me. The winner is Melissa at Unique-Honor.net! She is a military wife and mommy. I have so much respect for army wives that I really felt she deserved a great design for her blog. Plus her story is so like my own, she loves scrapbooking and is pregnant with her second child. I’m excited about working with her.

I hope if you didn’t win that you will continue to watch out for more contests at my blog and design site.

It is amazing how different two pregnancies can be. I’ve always known this through many other people’s experiences and didn’t really expect it to be the same. But I’m surprised there are so many differences this early on.

With my first pregnancy I had morning sickness and that’s all it was. I only had it in the morning and a few crackers were all I needed to calm my stomach. But this time around I’m just ill. You know that point where you want to throw up, that’s where I am all the time. Only I know throwing up isn’t going to make it go away. Nothing makes it go away and even drinking water makes it worse.

With my first pregnancy I didn’t have very much heartburn and I only had it the third trimester. Which is understandable when your stomach is being pushed into your chest. This time around I already have heartburn even if I sit up after I eat. So TJ will have to get me some medicine because I am already pretty uncomfortable.

With my first pregnancy my skin was the clearest it has ever been since I hit puberty. My face is so bad this time around that I have no idea what I’m going to do. It’s the worst it’s ever been. It’s pretty embarrassing especially since we haven’t been telling too many people yet.

Some of the things that are the same is the forgetfulness. Which I would love to know why forgetfulness is a symptom of pregnancy. I’m just hoping they don’t notice at work until I decide I want to tell them I’m pregnant. And then there is the complete exhaustion. I am falling asleep while playing with Zane. Which he doesn’t appreciate in the least. My first pregnancy I would wake up, shower, work, eat, sleep. Sometimes I would fall asleep at 6:30pm. I don’t know how this is going to work with a 1 year old.

It will interesting to watch how much more is different as I go through this pregnancy.