week forty-one

week 41

week forty-one

This week has had lots of ups and downs.  On the down side, the cold/flu gunk is going around and I was lucky enough to catch it.  Hooray!  The upside is, it actually makes the uncomfortable-ness of pregnancy not so bad after all.  And in even better news, I saw an actual doctor this week for the first time and the appointment was flawless, Babysaurus was proclaimed “perfect” (and ginormous), I was encouraged to not have an induction until next week, and I left a very happy preggo.

highlight of the week: great appointment this week and I feel like I’ll make it through this last week happily.
things I miss the most about not being pregnant: margaritas.  I think that’s the most disappointing part of having a late baby: my countdown to margaritas had to be extended.  Just kidding.  Kind of.
things I love the most about being pregnant: the ridiculous amount of sympathy I get for being 41 weeks pregnant.  Everyone is horrified when they realize I still haven’t had this baby and all women look at me like they’re so glad this isn’t happening to them.
cravings: sushi.  Yummy!
things that make me sick: germs.  The cold/flu has solidly won this round.
symptoms: inconsistent contractions and fatness.  And by fatness, I mean I’m so swollen I’m not sure those things at the end of my legs can be classified as feet.
things I’m looking forward to: my parents are coming this weekend and I’m excited to have company!  And I get one more week of guilt-free milkshakes until Operation: Get That Six Pack Back.

 

week forty

week 40

week forty

Still a few days behind but I’ve totally given up and honestly don’t know what day it is anyway, so I’m going with it.  The predictions for his arrival have come and gone, the original due date has come and gone, and the adjusted due date has come and gone.  Even the contractions and signs of labor have come…and gone.  Looks like a March baby for us!  Darn.  Also, I’m out of vegetables to compare him to.  He’s outgrown them all.  I think this might be the biggest baby on record.  They couldn’t measure him at the appt because “their equipment doesn’t measure that high.”  Awesome.

highlight of the week: One school semester is over and another begins!  Baby obviously didn’t care to make things convenient and make his debut during the break, but I’m trying not to hold a grudge.  And the best part about being more than 10 months preggo, is that I got to have a check-up with an ultrasound.  Husband snuck a peek at the screen and got to see the little guy’s face.  When I asked if Babysaurus looked cute, Husband responded that he looked “legit”.  I think that’s Husband-speak for cute.  I hope.
things I miss the most about not being pregnant: wearing my wedding rings.  Considering it’s the only jewelry I wear, I’m feeling pretty naked without them on my finger.
things I love the most about being pregnant: really having to stretch to find one this week….maybe the fact that it’s acceptable to take 3 baths a day.
cravings: wine.  darn.
things that make me sick: sitting up straight or laying down.  I have one position in my nest of pillows that’s comfy.
symptoms: nada.  nothing.  the only way I know I’m still pregnant is my ginormous belly.
things I’m looking forward to: spring break starts 11 March so hopefully that’s going to be a good day for a baby!

This week’s appointment:
Nurse: This baby isn’t going anywhere.
Me: I was afraid of that.
Nurse: Ready for your induction on Monday?
Me: No. I’m still not comfortable with that. Can we move it back a week?
Nurse: That’s really dangerous.
Me: I’m just saying if everything is okay, then let’s put it off for another week. I’ll come in every day to be monitored. I’m not trying to put anyone in danger, I just want to give him as much time as possible to do this on his own.
Nurse: (Now starts giving Husband the stare down) I guess everything is fine but if it were my wife I would insist that she not put the baby in danger and be induced sooner.
Husband: I’m going with my wife on this one.
Nurse: Fine, I’ll schedule you for the 11th.

Small victory for the Hunter family!

week thirty-nine. and a story. and a nursery.

I went in to my appointment this week with an open mind, determined that it was going to go better. It didn’t. This time, though, I made Husband come with me for moral support.

Nurse: So your induction is scheduled for week 41.
Me: Oh? I didn’t schedule anything.
Nurse: I know. I did it this morning just in case.
Me: Well thanks but as long as everything is okay with me and the baby, I don’t feel comfortable being induced until after week 42. Can I just come in for a check-up at week 41 instead and go from there?
Nurse: There are increased risks with morbidity rates after week 41 so you’d have to come in every couple of days to go through a lot of tests.
Me: That’s fine. I don’t mind coming in every day if I need to, I’m just really uncomfortable with an induction already in the books for that early if there’s no medical need. Is there a medical need?
Nurse: No.
Me: Then please cancel it.
Nurse: I’ll leave you scheduled so that you avoid the risks and don’t have to go keep coming back every couple of days.
Me: Whatever.

Husband’s eyes kept getting wider through the whole appointment but finally it was over and we made it back to the car:
Husband: Holy cow, that was absurd. She really didn’t listen to you at all.
Me: See? I told you! You thought I was exaggerating.
Husband: You weren’t. That was the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen.
Me: Welcome to the last nine months of my life. Tell your kid to hurry up and be born.

week 39

week thirty-nine

Alrighty. New rule: they should not be allowed to make maternity shirts with horizontal stripes. Pretty sure it’s the least flattering look ever but also the most comfy thing I own and comfort wins over attractiveness at this point. Sorry, Husband. And it’s the end of week 39, but at this point, who really cares? Definitely not Babysaurus. He’s on his own timeline apparently.

highlight of the week: I feel like I’ve walked about 400 miles this week to try to help the little guy out. The fun part is Husband comes with me and we have lots of fun talks and are enjoying our last bit of non-parenthood.
things I miss the most about not being pregnant: being the size of a regular person. This whale-sized thing isn’t going over well.
things I love the most about being pregnant: Husband carries in the groceries for me!
cravings: chocolate chip cookies. I had to make my gluten-free chocolate chip pie. It was fantastic.
things that make me sick: pregnancy
symptoms: yes. I get so excited when my contractions get closer together and I feel like he’s ready. Then the next day he gets cozy again and I’m pretty sure I’ll be pregnant forever.
things I’m looking forward to: counting fingers and toes and seeing that little face! I think he’s going to look just like Husband.

In happy news, the nursery is complete and I’m pretty darn happy with the way it turned out. Poor Husband did a fantastic job with the furniture-moving (900 times) and crib-building and art-hanging.

So, without further ado, the nursery tour:

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I used some sweet crochet baskets from Ikea that Husband hung on the wall to hold diapers and supplies so they’re within arm’s reach of the changing pad but not on top of the dresser.  There’s a mix of cloth and disposable because we’re going to give both a try and see how it works out.  I only say that to tell you about this really cute wet bag that I ordered from Etsy and matches the room perfectly.  It’s unfortunate that it’s about to be filled with poop because I really like it for the cute factor alone.

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I’m pretty excited about most of the things we’ve accumulated and been gifted over the last nine months but right now all I know is the cute factor.  I’ll give you the functionality reviews as we use them and let you know what’s worked and what turned out to be the dumbest idea I’ve ever had.  I’m sure most things will fall in the latter category considering I know nothing about tiny humans.  Seriously.  I’ve never even changed a diaper so this is going to be exciting.  Don’t be alarmed though.  Husband and I watched a YouTube video about it so I think we’re good.*

*disclaimer: I say these things as jokes.  Yes, they’re true, but before we get phone calls from DCFS, know that we’ve enlisted lots of help and gone to every baby class we could.  And watched a lot of YouTube.  And read a lot of baby books.  Or at least Husband read lots of baby books.  I’m learning people get pretty touchy (and opinionated!) about things involving the care of babies so I can’t be as open with my comments about tiny humans.  Thus, now I have disclaimers.  Anyway, enough about that.  MOVING ON!

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Up is one of my very favorite movies and led to the theme for the room. I have a strong opposition to most themes and things usually associated with tiny humans (Mostly stuff involving batteries and lights and colors that are bright and crazy enough to give me a headache.  But that’s another conversation for another time.)  so we went with adventure and travel and maps.  Well, and giraffes because they’re just awesome. To make the artwork, I took a map and coffee stained it and used my favorite reference from the movie: Adventure is out there!

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I found the little pilot bear in DC at a museum and thought it was just perfect. Especially on the chest that stores blankets and other stuffed animals. The chest and pillow are both from Ikea.

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Husband deconstructed some pallets and stained the boards to make the wall art piece. I fell in love with these letters from Antropologie but they were really, really heavy and I had horrible visions of them falling off of the wall in the middle of the night and Babysaurus would be squished by a giant K. Yikes. So instead, I got these lightweight cardboard ones from Paper Source and just painted them pewter. Much safer. Pretty sure a cardboard U can’t do too much damage.

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This room used to be our office and we had the walls painted the grey/blue color when we moved in and the bookcase, chair, and most things already existed in the room and happily we’re having a boy so didn’t have to change much of anything.  (Truthfully though, I probably would have made the same room even if Babysaurus were a girl.) Anyway, we just had to add a crib, dresser, and the books in the bookcase needed a switch.  I think Baby Hunter will appreciate “Curious George” a little more than “A History of the Modern Middle East.”  Most of our things are from Ikea. Because Ikea is awesome. The picture on the wall is kind of hard to see but it’s this adorable print from Etsy.

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This rocking giraffe might be my favorite thing of all time. Hopefully the little dude thinks so too. The super-fluffy-most-awesome-rug-in-the-world is a close second.   I’m always tempted to take naps on the floor in there just because it’s the comfiest spot in the house.  The rug is from Costco but I haven’t been able to find any more like it.  Tragic.  I wish I would have gotten one for every room in the house.

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The mobile is my own creation and the tutorial can be found here. I also made the ruffled crib skirt using this tutorial and all-white muslin. And by “using this tutorial” I mean that I looked at the picture and made it up as I went along because I’m too lazy to follow actual instructions. I sew like I cook. It worked out. The best part is it covers the under-bed tubs where his extra clothes are stored.

So there you go! I tried to give links to most things people ask about but if I missed something, just ask!

week thirty-eight

week 38

week thirty-eight

Another week closer!  Babysaurus now apparently weighs between 6 and 9 pounds and is between 18-20 inches.  Based on everyone’s predictions, he’s at the top end of that scale.  Probably fueled by too much chicken fried steak…

highlight of the week: the chiropractor is my new best friend and I’m not quite as miserable as I was last week.
things I miss the most about not being pregnant: not having strangers talk to me about personal things.  Apparently pregnant people are magnets for unwanted advice and opinions.
things I love the most about being pregnant: got to use the expectant mother’s parking spot at the mall.  Pretty sweet!
cravings: chocolate.  which is probably why I’ve gained 5 lbs this week
things that make me sick: laying down.
symptoms: mostly reflux and my feet are unrecognizable.  And a ton of contractions.  I get excited when they get closer together and then disappointed when they slow back down the next day.  Pick a plan and stick with it, Baby!
things I’m looking forward to: bringing home a baby!

week thirty-seven…?

It’s no secret that I’m not a fan of my OB clinic and every appointment seems to get slightly more ridiculous. So much so that I leave every time wondering why I even bother. The good news is, the labor and delivery people at the hospital (and our doula) are awesome and I can’t wait to go into labor so they can take over. Anyway, here is this week’s gem:

Nurse: So you’re 36 weeks.
Me: 37 but I still feel like the date is wrong and I’m closer to 38.
Nurse: Since he still hasn’t dropped, you might even be more like 35.
Me: He dropped 2 weeks ago.
Nurse: Eh….let’s check….Holy cow, you’re right.
Me: I know.
Nurse: Wow, he is way down there.
Me: I know.
Nurse: It’s a good thing you haven’t had contractions.
Me: I have and am. I told the assistant that.
Nurse: Let’s measure. Well, he’s measuring 38 1/2 weeks.
Me: I know it’s not an exact science but he’s always measured closer to what I think my date is.
Nurse: Then where did this due date come from?
Me: No idea. They changed it somewhere in the middle for no reason I can think of.
Nurse: Me neither. I’m pretty sure you’re about to have a baby.
Me: I know.
Nurse: We base dates on the first ultrasound since that’s the most accurate.
Me: That due date was the 19th.
Nurse: Oh, I see that. I wonder why they changed it? Hmmmm….But we’ll keep your due date since it’s already in your file. So we’ll see you in 3 weeks. Tell the front desk I want to see you at 38 weeks.
Me: Which one? 3 weeks or at week 38?
Nurse: 38.

at the front desk:
Me: Hi. I need to schedule my 38 week appointment. So between the 11th and 18th.
Clerk: How about the 26th?
Me: I think the nurse wanted to see me during week 38.
Clerk: Oh, okay, so two weeks.
Me: Ummmm….I’m 37 now so it’d be more like 10 days.
Clerk: So the week of the 19th.
Me: That’s week 39. Is that okay?
Clerk: Oh ya. We just measure your blood pressure anyway. So the 26th?
Me: Do you have anything earlier?
Clerk: I guess the 20th.
Me: I’ll take it.

These people sure know their stuff. They’re all very nice and I’m sure just very busy, not actually unintelligent but I’m fairly sure that me and the Googler could provide better prenatal care. So pretty much I have no idea when we’re going to have a baby but I’m hoping it’s before the 20th. I don’t really feel like driving an hour to have my blood pressure checked. Babysaurus will get here when he wants to anyway. Which may be soon? Or a month from now. No idea.

week 37

week thirty-seven

We’ve made it to the end! Well, almost.  Feel free to come any day now, Babysaurus

highlight of the week: the nursery is done, the clothes are washed, the hospital snacks are packed! We’re ready to go!
things I miss the most about not being pregnant: shoes.  my pretty shoes that used to fit my feet.
things I love the most about being pregnant: i still love feeling him kick and move even at 3 o’clock in the morning.  I think I’m going to miss that.  But not enough to wish I were still preggo.  oh, and naps.  I love those.  Gets in the way of papers I’m supposed to be writing but it’s all good.
cravings: oreos and milkshakes.  but not oreo milkshakes.  I really don’t get it but it’s not helping my weight any.  I’m going to regret this when I’m trying to get back in shape.
things that make me sick: pretty much everything.  I did pregnancy backwards and now have nausea, heartburn, and the inability to keep all of my food in my stomach.
symptoms: all of them.  Biggest complaints are swelling, contractions, and reflux.
things I’m looking forward to: getting to dress the little dude up in all of his clothes.  I hope he doesn’t grow too fast so he has a chance to wear them all!

week thirty-six and pretty much nothing else

week 36

week thirty-six

Me: I should bake something and write an actual blog post.
Me: ….
Me: Nah. Too much effort.

UPDATE:Husband just read this and had his own comments:
Husband:ya! More baking! You should make new things!
Me: What are you talking about? I just made you berry muffins!
Husband: (pouting) They were good, I’m just saying you usually bake more. I miss treats.
Me: I’m having your baby. That’s your treat. Besides, my feet are the size of Volkswagens and I have homework and housework and actual work. If you take one of those away, I’ll have time for cookies.
Husband: Nevermind. I was just thinking treats would be nice.

I love that guy to pieces but Husband doesn’t know what’s about to happen to this family when Babysaurus gets here and takes over our lives completely. Someone better bake that poor man some cookies. Or hope that magically 8 more hours appear in the day. Along with unicorns and flying pigs and tons of energy and other things that don’t exist.

This week Babysaurus is the size of a honeydew and is around 5.5 lbs and 18.5 inches long. Or so says the internet. I feel like he weighs 40 lbs and is roughly the size of a steam engine. Because that’s the only way I can justify me being the size of a house and him sitting on my tailbone and kicking me in the ribs at the same time. He’s getting pretty creative with his space in there.

We wish he were going to be here for the Super Bowl because let’s face it, that would be the best day ever to have a birthday. And watching the game during labor would be a much better distraction than sending Husband out every 5 minutes to smuggle me in food. Since he still has some growing to do (are you kidding me?!), my best friend and my neighbor threw an amazing sports-themed shower a couple of weeks ago. It was very un-scary and everyone had a wonderful time. If I find pictures, I’ll put them up. But in the meantime, THANKS EVERYONE! We feel beyond blessed.

highlight of the week: every day is one day closer!
things I miss the most about not being pregnant: coffee. the real kind.
things I love the most about being pregnant: comfy tshirts. I finally broke down and bought maternity t-shirts last week and immediately wondered why I’d been trying to squeeze into Husband’s for 36 weeks.
cravings: after 9 months of sweets making me sick, I’m craving chocolate milkshakes like it’s nobody’s business. Makes about as much sense as an elephant in a cherry tree.
things that make me sick: Contractions. I already am not a fan.
symptoms: Lots of contractions and I’m too puffy to wear my wedding rings anymore. Or real shoes. And I’m in super-nesting mode mentally but get too tired halfway through my organization projects and have just ended up making much bigger messes all over the house. Oops.
things I’m looking forward to: Husband says doing a real push-up but I never much liked those in the first place. I’m thinking it’s more along the lines of being about to see my legs while shaving them. I’m running out of band-aids from the blindly guessing method I’m currently using.

week thirty. and twenty-nine. and some pancakes.

week 30

week thirty

Well, I missed week 29 entirely and this one’s a wee bit late.  I blame that ridiculous paper I had to write and that place I have to go for 40+ hours a week in order to pay my electric bill.  And you’ll notice the lovely glare from the camera.  I don’t have the time, energy, willpower, nor computer/camera knowledge to fix that.  Eh.

Babysaurus is approximately 16-inches long and weighs around 3 lbs.  The internet says this is the size of a cucumber, but I’ve certainly never seen a cucumber that size.  Or one that’s shaped anything remotely like what I’m hoping my child will be.  I disapprove of this particular vegetable analogy.  This week, though, he now has the muscle strength to grasp things.

highlight of the week: VACATION!  The little dude celebrated by firmly lodging his feet in my rib cage for the entire 6 hours of flying.
things I miss the most about not being pregnant: bending over.  And wearing my cute snow clothes.  They don’t make snow pants for preggos.  I guess they figured we wouldn’t be tumbling down too many mountains.
things I love the most about being pregnant: cinnamon rolls with no judgement
cravings: chicken fried steak and eggs craving was satisfied this morning but I could always use more.
things that make me sick: being tired. and plane rides.
symptoms: all of them? The baby book has a “list of things you might be experiencing” I can check every box. woohoo.
things I’m looking forward to: 10 more weeks until I can lay on my back! Yes!

I didn’t get around to a chalkboard picture at week 29, but here’s one from our office Christmas party instead:

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and in even happier news: PANCAKES!

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Pancakes are one of my ultimate favorite foods and this recipe is a never-fail. We’ve tried improving upon this recipe to make it our own but it just can’t be done. These are the best. The secret is the sour milk. You’d think buttermilk pancakes are the best but no. Sour milk is where it’s at the winner. (Even I couldn’t let that grammar catastrophe go un-checked.)

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When I’m not in the mood to torture my poor digestive system, I use gluten-free cake flour and they turn out great, but not as fluffy as the regular kind. You win some, you lose more. ‘Tis the life of a gluten-free eater. Oh, and I’ve decided it’s impossible to get a good picture of pancakes at 6 o’clock on Sunday mornings. It just can’t be done. Also, I got hungry so my caring factor was pretty low.

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fluffy pancakes

from allrecipes.com
baker’s note: the original recipe says this makes 8 pancakes. The most we’ve ever been able to get is 6. Maybe it’s 8 elf-pancakes or something.
3/4 C milk
2 Tbsp white vinegar
1 C flour (if you use GF, make sure it contains xanthan gum, or add some yourself)
1 Tbsp white sugar
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 tsp salt
1 egg
2 Tbsp butter, melted

1. Heat griddle to 375. I have this awesome stove that has a built-in griddle-pancake-cooker-thingy. I have no idea how to use anything else. You’re on your own.
2. In medium bowl, whisk together milk and vinegar. Allow to stand for at least 5 minutes or until it no longer looks like milk you’d feel safe drinking.
3. Whisk in butter and egg.
4. Gradually add in dry ingredients and whisk just until all of the big lumps are done.
5. Pour batter onto heated skillet. Flip when you see bubbles on top.
6. Flip again when the underside is golden brown or you get impatient. Both ways work.
7. Serve with butter and warm syrup.

I think you can tell a lot about a person by the way they eat their pancakes.  Husband has a very precise and methodical application to ensure the perfect syrup-pancake ratio and drizzles syrup on his perfectly stacked pancakes like he’s auditioning for an IHOP commercial and then carefully cuts each bite.  I prefer the destroy-and-devour method whereby I annihilate cut up my pancakes and then proceed to drown them in a lake of extra butter and syrup carefully and sparingly apply butter and syrup.  This says a lot about our approaches to life in general.

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Husband’s perfect pancakes

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and mine

week twenty-eight and spiced cider


week 28

week twenty-eight

Babysaurus is now the size of an eggplant. But a couple of weeks ago he was the size of a head of lettuce so either I live in a place with very small eggplants (likely) or he’s shrinking (not so likely considering my ever-expanding belly). Apparently this week he has also developed eyelashes and can dream. Hopefully really big dreams of becoming an NFL quarterback and buying his mom and dad an island in the South Pacific.

highlight of the week: week 28 doctor’s appointment and happy to report that all is well. And I’ve only gained 3 lbs in the last 6 weeks. (woot) Apparently I did this pregnancy thing backwards and gained 30 lbs in the first 4 months and now it’s just all shifting around to the front and adding little bits of filler (aka turkey and stuffing) here and there. Dr says I’m a “special case” but also incredibly healthy so we’re going with it.
things I miss the most about not being pregnant: taking a real breath. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to not have my lungs full of baby.
things I love the most about being pregnant: back rubs. Husband rocks.
cravings: chicken fried steak and eggs
things that make me sick: forgetting my snack stash at home and having to go more than 2 hours without food. It wasn’t pretty.
symptoms: Everything hurts and it feels like I’ve gotten in a wrestling match with a Mack truck. And lost.
things I’m looking forward to: third trimester! 12 weeks to go!

And in the spirit of Christmas and my soon-to-fail attempt to provide festivity to your computer screen, I’m passing on my newly-discovered recipe for spiced cider. (Thank you, Paula Deen) We served it at our Christmas party last weekend and it turned out pretty tasty. Especially when you put a little Fireball whiskey in it. Or so I was told. I thought the baby-friendly version was yummy.

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Obviously this picture is too pretty to be mine. Thank you, Google Images.

hot spiced cider

8 C apple juice
6 C cranberry juice
1 C orange juice
1/4 C brown sugar
4 cinnamon sticks
1 Tbsp whole cloves
1 orange, sliced

1. In large pot, mix juices and whisk in sugar until dissolved.
2. Place cinnamon sticks and cloves in a mesh bag (we have these fancy things that Husband uses for his beer but panty hose would work just fine) and dunk in juice.
3. Bring juice to a boil. Then add the orange and reduce heat to low.
4. Allow to “brew” for 30 minutes (ish) and then remove spice bag. Continue to keep warm and serve.
5. This is the part where you add the adult-only parts and garnish with cranberries and cinnamon sticks.
6. May your Christmas be a little merrier!

 

week twenty-seven and a christmas tree


Having barely managed to hold myself back from decorating for Christmas until this weekend, Husband and I went tree shopping on Friday. And came home with not one, but two. And I feel like that should be two and half because a 10-ft tall giant tree should count for something. Of course we put them in the car, wrapped in cozy blankets, rather than on top just because we could. What’s the point of having a giant SUV if not for Christmas tree hauling? I wanted the trees to be able to ride in style and comfort and enjoy peppermint mochas and Christmas music, too. I might not hug trees in other aspects of my life but I am quite benevolent towards the Fir species.

While looking for a XM Christmas station:

Me: We have to listen to Christmas music…we have a Christmas tree in the car!

Husband: No we don’t.

Me: Yes we do! It even smells like Christmas in here! Do you want “Holiday Traditions” or “Holly”?

Husband: I didn’t hear ESPN radio as one of those options.

Me: We listen to ESPN radio all the time. Indulge me for the next 20 minutes.

Husband: I’ll give you 3 minutes.

Me: Offer unaccepted. Touch the dial and you die.

Husband: It’s not December. You’re going to jinx Christmas.

Me: Nuh-uh. Last year we got our tree before Thanksgiving. AND IT WAS AWESOME.

Husband: [silence]

Me: Ya, let’s hear your comeback for that.

Husband: …it was pretty awesome.

Point for me. I’m pretty sure that brings our total to Husband=3 million, Me=1 but who’s counting?

It only took me two days, but I finally decorated the giant tree. And it was indeed proclaimed “awesome”. I’m convinced it was the extra touches of a smooth ride home and “Holiday Traditions”.

I would very much love to take those beautiful, sparkly pictures where the lights are gorgeous and bright but all I have is an iPhone that I barely know how to use so this is what you get. It’s prettier in real life, I promise. If you would like to contribute to the stellar-camera-fund, I take Visa.

week twenty-seven

In hindsight, I should have worn a color that isn’t the same as the background…

today is actually the start of week 27 so I’m back on track.  yay!
Babysaurus is now the size of a rutabega (whatever that is) and sleeps and wakes up on a fairly regular schedule which coincides with the exact mirror of mine. Little guy knows his stuff.

highlight of the week: hanging two stockings for the last time ever. It’s kind of weird, actually.
things I miss the most about not being pregnant: not having a nervous breakdown over things like not being able to decide what to have for dinner.
things I love the most about being pregnant: walking with Husband. I get a free pass on the ridicule for not running.
cravings: those delicious pretzels from the mall.
things that make me sick: too much cheesecake. And going more than 90 minutes without food.
symptoms: ALWAYS hungry!
things I’m looking forward to:  putting together the crib this week…again…third time’s the charm!