fridizzle

There are so many reasons that I'm glad it's Friday. For one, I get Justin all weekend. We can finish our monster of a guest bathroom. We can eat breakfast. We can make smoothies [that might just be me. Hello smoothie kick.] We can tandem do homework. Ahh like the good old days when we met. But I think he did the homework and I played solitaire on his computer while singing along to whatever was on his iTunes. 

For the record. 20 year old Justin had the BEST iTunes library. From excellent rap remixes circa 1994 to Freebird to everything Kenny Chesney ever sang. 

Tonight we're going out to dinner with friends to celebrate being almost 36 weeks. But also one friend has a birthday tomorrow. And also we're halfway through the worst two months of the year [I loathe the uarys]. So hell! Let's celebrate. Except Megan's clothes don't fit... 

Sunday is the Super Bowl so I'm making a crock pot 'o' chili and we're trucking over to a Super Bowl party to eat and carry on. However, I doubt I'll eat much. I'm still weirded out by chili and my appetite wanes as the day goes on. I heard a rumor that there might be a smoked rib cook off though. Justin is excited. And dang I want a smoker. 

Ollie is getting bigger by the day. My stomach and liver can attest to that. And the contractions are starting to change too. A little bit more pain is coming with them now and a couple of them made my face flush and I got too hot. Weird. I'm pretty certain he has dropped, or is dropping because my belly looks lower and my heartburn isn't such a nuclear burn anymore. We have an appointment next Tuesday to check positioning and do the dreaded swabs [shudder]. I'm half tempted to have them check and see if there are any changes, since I'll be disrobed anyways... We'll see. And now I leave you with this. 

Someone needed attention. 

817

There were 817 photos on my iPhone when I emptied it this evening.  That's a lot considering I've done NOTHING lately...  I'd say 87% of them were of a certain pit bull that is currently trying to get into trouble in the kitchen.  Here are some of my favorites.

Bathroom mirror situations.  I can't resist a huge mirror...

Various Lady Pictures

This...

Friends!

He's still so cute.  Can't wait to meet him!

Lady needing a cuddle.

Little green jeans.  I'm dying.

35 weeks pregnant and I accomplished this.  Proud?

The nursery coming along.

And the real user of the pregnancy pillow.  Sorry she's not sorry.

email of desperation

I sent this to my mom last night.  It explains how crazy pregnancy hormones are.

[censored version]

The following are reasons why I am going to lose my $h!7:

1. The faucet drip drip dripping. It's becoming more frequent and louder. It's like the crocodile with the clock in his belly and I'm Captain Hook. My mustache is twitching.

2. I have an intense amount of acid that's trying to make me vomit. Every burp is perilous. I took a tums. The 34$74rd was orange flavored. I hate orange flavor.

3. Did I tell you I bombed a quiz today. I'm so pissed about it.

4. My stove. The jerk stays clean for 5 minutes and then is dirty again. Why did anyone think white appliances were a good idea.

5. I'm gestating a baboon. He is swinging off my entrails like they're vines. Also he has the hiccups again. Their rhythm doesn't match the dripping of the faucet. Which. Makes. Me. Crazy.

6. I cleaned out three dresser drawers tonight, but my dang closet is still making me crazy.

7. Everything hurts. Every time I move, it hurts.

8. Laundry. I did four loads today and I already have another load I could do tomorrow. And I never change clothes. So is lady wearing my clothes??

9. I'm so jacked up right now that all I can think about is how bad I want to clean. Kitchen cabinet overhaul namely. And I want to scrub under my house plants [what the heck?!?] but I am also tired.

Seriously though. I might be up in the middle of the night scrubbing under houseplants.

Can I be done being pregnant now?

Drip.

Drip.
Hiccup.

Drip.

Hicdripcup.

Losing. My. $h!7. Up. In. Here.

internal assault

I've been under an internal assault.  This kid is out of room, and we have weeks and weeks to go.  

He's been hooking his feet under my ribs and dangling.

He sticks his limbs waaaay out my belly.

He's so big that he smashes into my stomach making me mad nauseous and causing heartburn so real that it wakes me up at one in the morning whimpering.  I had to sit up last night to try and coax the acid back down.  

My ribs hurt.  My back hurts.  My hips hurt.  My pelvis hurts.  

I'm done.  6 weeks left and I'm done.

How long have I been saying that?

The stripes make it look even bigger.  It has 6 weeks left to grow.

Also I gained almost 4 pounds in two weeks by having no appetite.  I have a true talent.

on sharing your pregnancy pillow

My pit bull thinks she's pregnant. Naturally. She sleeps all day long, after having slept all night. She expects to be waited on hand and foot. And worst of all, she expects to be allowed full use of my huge pregnancy pillow whenever her little heart desires. Which is often.

We're currently sharing it. I'm lucky I got her to move for long enough to squeeze myself into a spot. She's sleeping like a champ. I'm not. 

My graduate school classes started yesterday and I'm already overwhelmed about how I'm going to keep up with everything and take care of a baby. I just keep telling myself that it's been done before. 

We hit 33 weeks this week. I can't believe how much better my attitude is about 33 weeks than it was about 32. I got over the hump and now it all seems downhill from here. Except for the sharp incline right at the very end.... Oh we'll make it. And it will be wonderful!

Check out my killer puppy pants. Be jealous. 

Pregnancy pillow love. 

Lady needed a hug the other night. Seriously, too cute.