October 28, 2013

36 Weeks, Waddling, and Nesting... Sort Of.

Holy Cow... what the heck is that!?

No pun intended.

Okay, who am I kidding, the holy "cow" thing was totally a pun. All I'm missing are pointy ears and I would be confused for one our four-legged fast food suppliers.


I think I just came up a good Halloween costume for me!

Although I feel justified in blaming some of that on my father. Since my parents have been staying with us as they wait for news on the short-sale home they are trying to buy, he has kept me well stocked with chocolate.

If we were being completely honest and took a close look at the baby-to-chocolate ratio, it wouldn't be pretty.

Truth hurts.

With four weeks to go before the arrival of this as-of-yet unnamed little man, I am surprised to note that no one has brought up my propensity to sway my hips in a sexy manner waddle in an effort to "cleverly" *insert eye roll* compare the similarities of my rather distinct gait to that of our fine feathered friends.

Even if we do look the same from the back.

*image found on google

I'm not entirely sure how one manages to look like a cow and waddle like a duck, yet I am talented enough to have managed to master both.

Try not to feel too jealous, not all of us can be this special.

The only real nesting I have experienced thus far, was a couple weeks ago when, as I was looking around my kitchen, became acutely aware of all the disturbing dust bunnies that had decided to take up residence on all the my decor and planter shelves. 

I decided my self-respect just couldn't take it anymore.

I shall not disrupt your happy existence upon this earth with talk of all the fuzzy wuzzies I encountered; however, I am pleased to announce that all my decor, blinds, fans, planter shelves, light fixtures, and even the tops of the kitchen cabinets have been scrubbed and vacuumed clean.

Granted, I recognize that putting bar stools on top of the counter, then standing on said bar stools while hoisting a shop vacuum in order to get rid of all the dust was perhaps not the most brilliant of methods. It worked wonderfully however and now I can breathe the air in my house with a deep sense of contentment.

*deep breath.... cough, hack*

Dang, diaper duty calls.

At any rate, due to having contractions all day Saturday, it hit me hard for the first time that... holy crikey! I'm going to have another baby at some point in the next four weeks!

Since I have yet to actually make it to a due date, I am going to operate under the assumption that we only have 2-3 weeks left.

Shoot. I better figure out where we're going to fit this little guy since Hubby is still working on the basement.

What do I need to do to get ready?

Pick a name. Definitely

Should I buy a bobby pillow? I've never owned one. Maybe I should get a bobby.

And a pedicure. I need a pedicure. If I'm going to bare all I plan on having cute toes when I do. Because that's important.

So: name, boppy, pedicure.


Looks like I have all the important stuff covered.

Want to read my 36 week pregnancy post from Claira? Click HERE!

October 20, 2013

Overheard in Primary

I was standing in the halls of the church building, surrounded by my primary class of 10-year olds.

The girls were ooohh-ing and aaahh-ing over my belly, rubbing it while asking how much longer I had to go, and were all around excited that I will be having the baby soon.

As we proceeded into the primary room, I was walking by one of the boys in my class, whom I just love and adore, when he paused and turned to me.

After glancing at me uncertainly, he finally said in a very sincere and gentleman like way, "I don't mean to be offensive...," he paused for a brief moment to eye my protruding stomach, "but it kind of makes you look fat."

It's a good thing we were still in the hall because I burst out laughing. Hard.

I love that kid.

October 9, 2013

Passing Notes

My parents are in the middle of a move.

And crazily enough, the house they are trying to get is only a whopping 20 minutes from where I live. *gasp*

I haven't lived near my parents since I left for college over thirteen years ago. So needless to say, I'm totally excited!

Because my parents are awesome. 'Nuff said.

And there might be a bit of free babysitting in there somewhere. *cough* Not that I would take advantage of that in any way, shape, or form.... Mostly.

However, the home they made an offer on is a short sale so they are waiting... and waiting... and waiting to hear back from the bank.

In the meantime they have had to put their stuff in storage units. But there are a couple of items we are housing here at our home.

One of which is my dad's riding lawn mower.

He thought we might as well put it to good use and well, use it. A few weeks ago my dad mowed our lawn and had let Savannah drive it solo from the back yard to the garage.

Fast forward to this past weekend.

My parents are down visiting my sister in Arizona.

Hubby decides to mow the lawn so he busts out the riding lawn mower. After all the younger kids had a turn riding with him, Savannah approached and insisted she get a turn to drive it... by herself.

Hubby kept telling her that since it wasn't his, she couldn't. 

Then the tears started flowing.

Lots and lots of them.

Not too long after, Hubby came in the house and handed me a note that Savannah had written to him.

Since she couldn't get her point across verbally, she decided to try and alternate route.

Not too bad if you ask me.

Seems logical at least. Haha!

Sometimes I wonder where she gets her propensity for writing notes. Then, just the other day, this arrived in the mail from my parents.

Suddenly, it's all starting to make sense.
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