2 posts in one day! I seriously have nothing to do.

I have no clue how he gets his body in that chair.

Bad picture, super cute dogs.

I finished sewing a cover to the ottoman, thanks Ashley for the gift!

27 weeks along and 91 days to go!

Is this my third trimester?  I have no clue.  I think it officially starts next week, but everything I read says something different.  It doesn't make sense to me that the 3rd trimester would start at 28 weeks, when there are only 12 weeks left.  If pregnancy was really divided into 3, then it should have started at 26 and 5 days.
40 weeks = 280 days / 3 = 93.3333 / 7 = 13.3 weeks in each trimester
Am I the only one that completed this math?  Oh well, so I'll wait to celebrate entering the 3rd trimester next week.

This week the baby is the WEIGHT of a head of cauliflower.  I feel the need to specify that this is a weight representation only, bc it disturbs me to picture my baby in the shape of a cauliflower.  I love this baby, all 2 lbs and 14 1/2 inches of it.  It amazes me that it is already so big.  I read recently that once I hit 26 weeks, there is a very good chance this baby would survive if it decided to join us early.  Full term is 37 weeks, so that's the goal of course, but I'm relieved to learn that the baby could survive in the worst case scenario of a premature birth.

I'll go back to the doctor next week for a glucose test and some other random tests.  Fingers crossed for good results.  Then, it's back to the doctor every 2 weeks!  Whew, that's a lot of work.

Here are some things I'm really looking forward to in the next few weeks:
1.  Celebrating this baby with my closest friends & family!  It's a bonus that there will be cake there.
2.  Curiousity fuels this one - seeing how much bigger my stomach is going to get
3.  Being able to identify the body parts that keep nudging me from the inside
4.  Cooler weather, please god - I'm roasting, make it stop.
5.  Lamaze class - mostly bc I want to see Chris awkwardly sit on the floor and look uncomfortable around so much vagina talk.
6.  My family visiting from NY!!
7.  Our friends visiting from California!!
8.  Finally having something to do at work, other than internet shop, read "damn you autocorrect" and listen to audiobooks.
9.  Getting closer to meeting this sweet baby, whom I love so much already it's baffling.

Wow, I suck at waiting - so I'll post a picture of another baby room project that's nearly finished.

It's our family tree.  Or it will be eventually, when I hunt down a bunch more frames and put in pictures of our family in them!  You can see my Gram and Gramps hanging there already.  I'm excited to have something that displays all the love and support this baby will grow up having.  Yes, I painted it.  But before you get impresed, painting a tree (especially one with no leaves) is easier than it looks.  Trust me, I'm no da Vinci.

Annoying

I'm not sure if it's the pregnancy, the heat, my normal attitude, or a combination of all of these but lately I've lived at a level 7 annoyed.  Here's a summary of the things that have irritated me recently:
1.  When I'm checking out at a store, if your cart is pushed so close it's touching my leg - YOU ARE TOO CLOSE!  Back off me.  In addition, if you try to creep up to the counter and stand beside me be ready to see my death stare.  That counter is mine you greedy little bugger until I pack up my purse and walk away!!
2.  Why do doctor's NEVER apologize for making you wait?  Okay, fine she did actually apologize this time...but that somehow didn't help me calm down.
3.  Don't call me Ms. Jessica, I'm not a kindergarten teacher and we're not in class.
4.  Yes, it's hot as hell here.  Yes, my body is literally baking a baby.  NO, I'm not enjoying the warm weather.  Yes, I want you to turn up the air conditioning.
5.  SKIP a stall people, skip a freaking stall.  If there is more than one and I'm in the first one, skip a freaking stall.
6.  Unless somehow that phone makes you listen better, or cool me off, put it away - I'm talking to you!!

99 days to go!!

We've hit double digits, crazy!

This week I think I'll work on complaining less.  :)  We'll see how it goes.  I'll try to ignore that I've been sweating since May, my back feels like someone stabbed me and my feet look like those of someone double my poundage.  I'll ignore all of that and focus on something else...anything else.  No one likes a whiner.

Today, Chris and I go to the doctor.  I'm always excited to hear this baby's heartbeat, sometimes I wish she'd leave it there a little longer so I can have a nice long listen.  I wonder if that will ever get old?  And, believe it or not I only have one more monthly appt then I start going every 2 weeks!!  I can't believe it, yes yes it's a month away but still it seems like we just found out the little wiggler had joined our family.

I (finally) broke out the sewing machine and got some stuff done for the room.  I finished the bed skirt and the curtains.  Which I'm pretty proud of, I managed to save a ton of fabric by sewing the crib skirt with velcro so it doesn't run under the mattress but instead hangs from the crib itself.  Yes, I'm a genius.  I also finished the dresser (ok you convinced me, I'll include a picture below) which turned out so so cute.  I spray painted a set of number cabinet pulls and switched them out for the ones the dresser came with.  It'll double as a changing table.  One quick adventure in sewing (I'm pretty sure my mom taught me this when I was 10, but that was a LONG time ago!).  It's better to wash and dry the fabric BEFORE you actually sew it.  I had finished the curtains and decided to wash them so they'd look brand new (I'm re-using them from the room) and when they came out of the dryer they were, of course, shrunken.  A lot.  They were about 10 inches too short.  Awesome.  Well, it was awesome because I added a panel of material I already had to turn them into super fabulous curtains.  Now, I super love them.

Anyway, until next time - Happy Monday!

Motivation

Today, my work tried to motivate me by sticking a sign in the bathroom stall.  Instead, the sign had the opposite effect.  I fought the urge to rip it off and throw it down.  Seriously, are no things sacred?  I don't need to be reminded to thank a team mate while taking a pee.  It seems to me that there should be a general rule about motivational signs when your pants are down around your ankles.  I'm just sayin...

But speaking of motivation, I could use some.  The combination of this baby sucking the life out of me and the 3 weeks (and counting) of 100 degree weather has zapped me of all motivation to do...well anything.  All I can think of is going home to my comfortable 73 degrees and changing into my pajamas.  I know that I NEED to stop fighting the urge to nest and just do it already, maybe then I'll stop being chased by cleaning supplies in my dreasm.  I know that I SHOULD really attempt to set up my sewing machine so I can work on the projects I have, after all time is ticking.  I HAVE to take the dogs for a walk, but I'm honestly afraid that one or all of us will drop dead from heat stroke.  I can't muster the motivation to do anything.  I haven't even finished the Tina Fey book I started a few weeks ago which is hilarious.  All of these things have left me feeling a little underwhelmed and unprepared for this baby. 

That is until I read that sign in the bathroom stall...

Oh fine, here's a belly shot to get you through the week (or an example of why horizontal stripes are a mistake, um all the time):

The baby is the size of an eggplant and my uterus apparently the size of a soccer ball.  My double chin on the other hand, is the size of...well my first chin times 2.

It's starting to feel real...

I'm not sure why my expanding stomach, seeing & feeling the baby kick, seeing pictures of it on a sonogram and getting an invite to our own shower didn't make it seem real...

But now that we've cleaned out the bedroom, painted every surface and moved the furniture in - it is starting to feel real.  There will be a baby (OUR baby) living in this room in just a few months, or approximately 106 days.  CRAZY!

I'd rather show you pictures when it's done, but I'm so excited now that I'll give you a tiny sneak preview.

Life Lessons

Dear Baby,

Please consider these things as you grow up.  Don't feel like you HAVE to follow them, I hate to rob you the joy of experience but trust me when I tell you I learned the hard way.

• When going into a bathroom with stalls...
• if possible, skip a stall so there's an empty one between you and the next girl.  You don't need to be that close to anyone doing...that.
• if you're a boy, it's not a good idea to look at your neighbor at the urinal.  And PLEASE no talking in there.
• if you aren't going to wash your hands and other people are in their, at least run the water.  No one likes the girl at the office that doesn't wash.  Keep up the facade.
• Never cry out loud in the bathroom.  If you need to cry you go right to your car and do it in private.  And please call me.
• don't bother using those disposable toilet seat covers, I haven't used one in my entire life with no noticeable consequences.
• When it comes to tattoos, wait until you're 20.  This will help deter you from getting something completely ridiculous that as a teenager you find hilarious.  Also, best to avoid tattoo artists with missing teeth.  Trust me on this one.
• If you are ever the victim of bullying, try sarcasm.  Generally speaking the dummies that enjoy bullying will be so confused by your quick wit they'll run in fear.  If this doesn't work, hit that douche bag.  We will have to punish you, but know now that I will be secretly proud.
• Don't try and play your dad against me to get your way.  We communicate regularly.  Try kindness or doing the dishes, that always butters me up.
• DO NOT publish, print, or otherwise share things in code that the teachers will read.  Hiding the words "mrs. so and so is a bitch" in a word search will get found.  Nicknaming a keg a girls name, then writing about her in the newspaper will get found.  Just ask your dad.
• Never feel bad about being promoted over, started over, picked over, or recognized over your friends.  If they are real friends, they'll be happy for you either way.
• If you're a girl, when you exercise for god sakes wear a pony tail holder.  It's exercise not a beauty pageant.
• If you're a boy, when you exercise for god sakes wear a shirt.  It's exercise not a runway.
• NEVER use a baby voice.  NEVER.  Even when talking to babies.
• Help people.  Across the street.  At work.  With their groceries.  With some change.  But stay away from hitchhikers, they're on their own out there.