sept. 22

September 22 is a day that forever changed my life. It's the day we welcomed baby C into this world. Words fail to describe the experience so I'm not even going to try. All I can say is that my heart is fuller and I have more love in my life than I ever thought possible.

We love you, little man. You are amazing. P.S. Thanks for not beating us up too much during your first week.

a little update / yes, i'm still pregnant

I'm still pregnant.

I guess this baby is nice and cozy in there. I tried to shake him/her up by putting an insane amount of red pepper flakes in our dinner last night. Reenie, you would have died. All I succeeded in doing was pissing this baby off. I had to deal with crazy gymnastics for a good hour or so while trying to fall asleep.

I've been getting a lot of questions lately. So here goes. This is all I know.

Baby will be born sometime between right now and next Friday. It will be a human. Caucasian. If not, then I have some serious explaining to do, don't I? LennyKravitzILoveYou. Either a boy or girl. We do not have names picked out. C'mon, did you think we would? We have a running list. Frankly, even if we did have names picked out we wouldn't be telling anyone. As an aside, whenever I ask husband about names he responds that we will name the baby, "Jerome". This is regardless if baby is a boy or girl. Not sure what to do with that.

Alright, my loved ones. If it seems like I am ignoring you a bit this week, well, I am. And I'm about to ignore you even more. While I do very much appreciate all of you who have checked in, husband and I are going to take these next days (week?) to focus on us and prepare (ha, ha) for the little one about to come into our lives. I'm signing off until this baby is born. Unless you paid my college tuition or had college tuition paid by the same people as me then you won't be hearing from me in any format. You can try to bug husband, but under normal circumstances he only answers texts, emails and messages via the Facebook about 30% of the time. So good luck with that.

See you on the flip side. xoxo.

emails from mom

Some people receive emails from their mom about coming over for pot roast on Sunday or discussing what Aunt Betty is up to. I receive emails entitled "celebrity update" and they contain sentences such as these:

Liam and Miley split. Thank goodness. I kept telling him she's trashy and he could do much better. 

 

And have you ever seen a photo of Tom Ford? Wow. He's smokin'. And gay. Oh well.

Mom, why "oh well"? And since when is "smokin'" part of your vernacular?

hey, you in there. time's up.

Hey. The eviction notice is coming soon, little ornery baby. I've determined that I'm never going to feel completely ready for your arrival so you might as well come out. Plus, I'm afraid I'm going to topple over if my belly gets any bigger. So, it's time to turn the right way (enough of this breech nonsense) and pick your birthday. Ok?

pregnancy friends

While pregnancy is a wonderful, wonderful experience there are moments when it is hard. Make that damn hard. Just the act of putting on my shoes has almost done me in once or twice. The belly sure can get in the way. And I most definitely got stuck on the couch the other night. Every pregnant lady has her own life savers. The things that make getting through the day a little easier. I'd like to give a shout out to:

• Trips to The Main Freeze (fondly referred to by husband and me as The Main Squeeze) in Lansdale. Soft serve ice cream to the rescue.
• Polar brand seltzer water. You're not wine, but you'll do.
• The Walking Dead. I've never enjoyed zombie guts so much. I find myself strangely attracted to Daryl the redneck. Is there something wrong with me? There's something wrong with me, isn't there? Can I blame it on the pregnancy hormones? Oh, and we're only just starting season 3. Please don't tell me he bites the dust.
• Smoothies from Red Mango. I think I went every day for 2 weeks straight before I had an intervention for myself.
• Maxi dresses. Thank you for hiding my cankles.
• Husband's foot rubs. Honey, thank you for never mentioning my fat feet. I love you. 

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'bout ready

Happy September! Where did the summer go? Husband woke me up on Sunday and said, "This month is our baby's birthday month!" It is t-minus 9 days until this baby's due date. Which really means that he or she could decide that any day now would be a good day for a birthday. Cue me mildly freaking out. I'm beginning to consider the idea of wearing a diaper to work every day for fear of my water breaking while I'm in the office.

Husband and I are in the midst of trying to get all the last minute baby things done, as well as squeeze in some quality time together. We had a date at Distrito this weekend-- we called it "the last supper" - and even made it to a movie on rainy Labor Day. (Two thumbs up for The Butler and Oprah's performance. Obviously, watching Lenny Kravitz was my favorite part. Obviously.)

Hope everyone's September is off to a great start. I'll be spending the upcoming days trying to convince this baby to make an appearance at a convenient time for mom and dad. Think it will work?