25 September 2009

So Cliché


But is what has gotten me through my afternoon with the kids. I don't much care for puke, but puking in front of 1st or 2nd graders would be social suicide. I'd never live that moment down. So thanks to the millions of former pregnant women who have figured out the medicinal use of Sprite. And to the teachers who give me money :)

18 September 2009

Me Dramatic?! Never.

Well for once there is proof I was not being dramatic or crazy...I seriously couldn't fit into my pants (namely my jeans) after about week 5. People looked at me like I was crazy, and all the moms out there thought I was trying to force the pregger look. But no, I was, for once in my life, not being dramatic. I feel slightly validated, yet I'm not sure if I was quite ready to feel that.

So today, I so desperately wanted to wear jeans so I'm at school with jeans on (unzipped and unbuttoned...pulled together by a thick hair-tie) and a shirt that is tight and long enough to hold on to my pants so my underwear don't show and then a shirt on top of that to cover the awful, awkwardness that is holding my pants in place. Oddly enough, it is a pretty cute outfit, even been complimented on it (because they do not know what is going on underneath)

So week 8...and I can't (sort of can't) fit into my pants. It is going to be a fun fashion ride for the next 9 months.

If only...

So in college the hot thing to do was sell your plasma...Well I'm thinking that there needs to be a way to use your pee to make money. Give me a month and I'll be making bank! These little free loaders are quite thirsty or something b/c fairly soon I'll be going on command. You may not like the topic of pee, but lets be honest that is all babies do, and now I'll have two to worry about so...get used to reading about it :)

And if you think of a way to sell this stuff let me know ASAP..I'll quit my job.

17 September 2009

I'm a Duplex


I think I don't need to say much more than what this picture has to show. I am now officially a duplex, no vacancy.

06 September 2009

A Diaper Bag Just Won't Do...


Call me whatever you want but I'm not a fan of diaper bags. I know they are necessary but they are bulky, ugly, and not cute. So I am on the hunt for the perfect diaper bag- I figured I'd start early b/c there are so many "baby" things out there that relate to "diaper bag" it is truly astonishing. So far in my hunt I have found...


This line has all seemingly useful features including:
  • Removable shoulder strap
  • Waterproof lining
  • Bottle tote
  • Stroller straps
  • Changing pad
  • Wristlet
  • Elasticized inner pockets
  • Easy access key fob

    And while I don't know if these things are actually useful I guess it is pretty good advertising...The search continues.

05 September 2009

My Life as of September


Sleep, Bathroom, Eat, and Sleep some more.

Today, I was nothing short of LAZY! I went to bed at midnight woke up at 7:30, had breakfast, then promptly slept until 2:00...the first few weeks of the school year will be interesting to say the least!

Baby Locks


Yes, I believe it is time for baby locks already. I know I have about 7.5 more months of incubation, then another 10 months or so before the baby starts to crawl, and then some more time on top of that before the kid starts walking....however, our first child of the four legged sort has been a bad girl.

Each day we come home expecting to find something strewn around the house. This time it was the kitchen trash. BAD DOG! She is no fan of the diet she's been on and since she has started she has torn up the basement trash, opened ketchup packages, pushed/rolled/opened her dog food container, rooted through Greg's laptop back, and eaten my water bottle...she's been bad to say the least. So this trash incident happened on trash day Tuesday- she smelled something in the outgoing trash and thought "Hrmmm...maybe I should eat the empty trash bag and something yummy will come out." Wrong. All she got was the taste of plastic and a swift kick in the rear. (When we got home she still had a piece of plastic stuck to one of her teeth which was hanging out of her mouth...BUSTED!) Off to get baby locks I guess.