You MUST follow this chick!!

OK. I know I haven't posted in a coon's age, and you're due for the 25th week update (from last week), but give me a break...I've been moving. Mmmmkay?!?! K.

I just wanted to do a quick post to link a friend of mine that I am SUPER-DUPER-POOPER excited about!!! She was the one I was telling you about that went from a size 12 to size 4 in like 4 months on www.fitorbit.com. Show off.

Anyways. Well, she started her own blog!!!! I'm obsessed. Like downright stalkerish. It's an issue.
But I think she still likes me, so it's all good.

Go follow her!!!!!

Chelsea @ http://lemonruffle.blogspot.com/

She talks a lot about eating clean and exercising. How it she struggled, what she's given up, or sacrificed, and how she made the COMMITMENT to get healthy. And she's a busy hectic lady, so if she's got time to do this, we've all got time to do this!!

She is a MEGA inspiration to me and I will be following all her tips when I push this little donut craving nugget out in August. (Yes, I fully blame Baby Girl for the cravings. Don't judge.)

This post is so all over the place that there is no title that justifies it. Sorry.

Yes. Mt. Vesuvius has erupted on my chin.
It's like a little colony of mini puss volcanoes have decided to set up shop on my finally clear complexion.
Trust me, the picture does not do this mountain of shittasticness justice.
If you want to get all technical schmechnical, it's called Impetigo.
And I'm loving it.
About as much as I love Justin Beiber.
Or being tied down on top of a fire ant hill.
Or having my left tata removed.
You get the idea.
Basically I hate life.
The end.

Just kidding.
I have a few more randomness things to share with you. Try to contain your excitement. I've gotten my days all switched with TTT, and the baby updates. I'm pregnant and my brain has decided to move to Mars. Just deal with it.

First of all, thanks y'all for your comments yesterday about my fatness not being fatness, but pregnant cuteness (courtesy of Ms. Badass Runner Laura, I'm now referring to my badonkadonk as the preggy pooper). Y'all rock. And I heart you forever.

Y'all had a lot of good points. My bestie Draz had a great comment and said to just relax and not worry about it. I can worry about it later. No problem. God I love her. Deirdre said to relax too, but to be careful about Gestational Diabetes. And she's right. I think having one person in our family with diabetes is plenty. So, I'm going to take it a little more easy on the sugar sitch. I mean really, does Fatty have to have 2 lbs of sugar loaded crap a day??? No. I don't really. I can have what I want, but I don't have to continue to shove donut after donut in my pie hole.....all.day.long.

GOOD NEWS!!! I went to the doctor yesterday and for the last 6 months I've only gained 20lbs. I think this is fantastic! Actually, freaking stupendous! A 20-40lb gain is normal range, and I know that I have 3 months to go, but I really think y'all were right and I'm worrying about this way too much. I need to calm the freak down. Fo' shizzle.

New plan: eat what I want, but cancel the truckload of Little Debbies delivery every month. Add more fruits, veggies, and protein in my diet. And continue to walk. 

A special helpful note about the walking: Our new back yard isn't fenced, so we're going to HAVE to take the puppy on a walk daily to keep him in shape (and I'm sure he's going to loath every minute of it), so this is going to force my ass to get outside. Winner winner chicken dinner!!!

Speaking of the puppy.
Today is his last day in his big back yard.
When I put him outside, he looked all sadpants:

But don't worry, shortly after taking this photo he spotted a rabbit and went charging off the deck in a fruitless attempt to capture the illusive little creature.
He's been trying for years to get one, and not once has he even came close.
Some hunting dog he is.

Lastly, it's Friday. Hallelujah! Praise the Baby Jesus! And it's payday. BONUS BITCHES! And my mom gave me some cha-ching to go buy pretty things. And we're finally going to be in our new place this weekend. AND we're looking at a house!!! I'm not going to get y'all pumped up or anything, but I really, really like it.

Cross your fingers it's what the pictures look like and we like it.
God that'd be amazeballs if we move into this rental, find a house, then have to move right back out in a month. Actually, it's a toss up of amazeballs and sucktasticness. Could go either way.

Cheers to non-alcoholic beers y'all!!!

Pregnancy - WEEK 24 (Apr. 28th – May 4th)

**UPDATE** That's supposed to be 1.5 LBs...not OZ. I blame the pregnancy brain. Thanks Luka Beth for pointing that out!!!!

So, we’re skipping week 23 because things are batshit cray-cray around here. Hello 8 hours of overtime a week and trying to pack up 7 years of our lives and shove it in a house half the size we’re living in now……good times.

Let’s see…..oh, good news….my ass is still substantially growing. I was trying on a dress the other day that wasn’t exactly tight on me last year, but now I can’t get it over my thunder thighs & blubber butt. I damn near ripped the fabric trying to squeeze in. *sigh* I now weigh 175. Up a whopping 10 lbs from last month. Super.

What do I expect; all I want to devour is ice cream, donuts, and cake. *bigger sigh*

I know I talk a lot about my weight on here, and y'all are like, 'Girl, you're pregnant! Eat whatever you want!' Which is awesome. And thank you. But it's just so hard when you've been watching your weight for most of your life, and now I have no control over it. Ya know? I mean, I don't want to eat crapfood all day. I really don't! But that's all I think about. Seriously. I want Cinnamon Toast Crunch like 18 times a day. From the moment I wake up till I go to bed that's what I want. It's so hard to mow down a carrot stick when that stupid sugar loaded box of cereal  is staring me in the face. Ryan's worried about my eating too. Heck, I'm worried. I just can't make myself stop!!! This week I did make a goal to get A serving of fruits and veggies at least once a day, and I'm proud to say I've made it every day this week. 

But I know I need more like a serving of veggies at EVERY meal. So, how do I slow down on the sugar cravings??? I mean really. How do I start eating better when all I want is shit??? Riddle me that folks.

Moving on.

The belly sure is growing though!! I officially look pregnant, I think. I go to the doctor today and he’ll probably measure me and all that jazz. So I’ll have an update of that next week. (They’re also going to weigh me and I’m not going to look. Nope. Not even peek.)

Cravings: Well, obviously CTC cereal. And MILK!! Oh Mylanta do I want some milk. All the time. This is no surprise to me, as Sir Daddy-Drinks-Milk-A-Lot consumes about 3 gallons a week. No lie. I’m guessing Baby Girl is taking after her father. The other night, I bet you I almost drank half a gallon. In like 4 hours. It just tastes so goooood!

Another craving is Mexican food. Not just any Mexican food, but crunchy tacos. Swear I could eat those every day.

Still having the worst toots. Good God it’s bad. SBDs. Silent But Deadly. Lucky for Ryan it usually is the worst in the morning and evenings. Hehehehe. Payback’s a bitch honey.

I have added to my wardrobe also. Remember the whole bullshit sitch with trying on maternity jeans at Old Navy and having to return them because they were too baggie and blah blah??? Well, I decided that I just couldn’t live with these capris I bought from them, so I took them back. I then decided to try Gordman’s for some pants. My mom had gotten me a few pairs from there and they fit great. What do you knowt, first pair I tried on….perfect fi! Now I’m just pissed I didn’t go there in the first place to get jeans. Oh well. Note to all preggars ladies…go to Gordman’s for maternity clothes!!!

OK, onto the housing issue, still no home out there to call our own. The market just isn’t the greatest for homes with land where we want, apparently. But we’re keeping our fingers crossed. In the mean time we’re going to move into a nice rental house across town. We actually started moving last weekend. We had a garage sale to get rid of random shit and I’m proud to say we made $325!!! Well worth all the trouble!! We only had one shitty desk left that I think Ryan ended up taking a chainsaw to. The rest was small stuff that went to Goodwill.

We took 4 loads to the rental on Sunday. Lots of small boxes, kitchen stuff, a few shelves, garage BS, oh, and about 897 sets of deer antlers. I think the husband has an antler hoarding problem. Seriously. I didn’t realize we had THAT many antlers around. I mean, really, what do we need all that for?!?! Ryan’s reply, “We just need them.” Super.

Ryan got another Jed Clampett haul over Monday while I was keeping the bed company. I think I just pushed too hard on Sunday because I’m still exhausted 3 days later! We’re going to try and get a few more small loads over this week. Then the movers come Saturday morning 8am to take the large stuff. I can’t wait until we’re all in one place! But I’m sure going to miss our home in Park Shity. And I’m going to miss our neighbors!! The good neighbors. The young and hip and KSU loving neighbors, that like to drink beer in the driveway on summer nights neighbors. Those peeps are the best!!! It’s just not fair they move in right when we’re moving out!!! Not fair at all!!

And the last big news for me this week…..Ryan felt the baby move!!! And I saw my belly move! As in, Baby Girl was kicking up a storm and I could ACTUALLY SEE IT!!! Craaaaazy. First, it was semi-early on Saturday the 20^th, and I woke up to her moving all around. I nudged Ryan awake and told him to put his hand on my belly. Then I just said, ‘Wait for it’. And she moved! And he felt it!! He said it was weird that I’m growing a little human in there. Lol. I agree, weird but totally amazing! 

Next was seeing my belly move, it was Monday (29^th) evening, I was going to bed early and she was doing Olympic style gymnastics in there, so I just looked down and I could see a little ripple in my belly! It was so amazing!  I think a combo of her getting bigger and the placenta moving to the side is allowing all this, because I sure can feel her more forcefully. And to see her….it’s just….wow. Ryan tried to see it, but she stopped moving about the time he walked in….typical.

On to Baby Girl!!! Of course she’s getting bigger!! She’s about the size of a cantaloupe! Weighing more than a pound and a half!! She’s growing about 6 ounces every week now!! Her beautiful face is almost fully developed now, complete with eyebrows and eyelashes. She even has hair on her little head, although it’s still white because the pigment hasn’t come in yet. Her hearing is especially keen now, I swear the other day when I was talking to her she was moving around to show me that she could hear me! And while she’s still a little skinny, her fat cells are multiplying rapidly, adding some much needed fat under the skin so it’s not so transparent. And to keep her warm!!

Little girl’s growing fast!!! I can’t believe it’s been 6 months already!

WTF Wednesday

Ode to my girls, my sistas from otha mistas, my puddin'pops, Ms. Draz & Ms. Sarah!!!
I need this today girls!

1. I just straight up put my hand out to another's face and said 'STOP' while they were talking.

Seriously.
I was talking to, lets call him Mr. T, and his supervisor, lets call him Alan Jackson, and this idiot walked up and put her two sense in. Exsqueeze me? Did you just join an A & B conversation??? Well, you can C yourself talking to my palm now. And it wasn't like a lull in the conversation and she could jump in or anything, Mr. T was trying to explain something, and Alan Jackson was backing him up, then Idiot walked up and tried to add her opinion, completely talking over Mr. T & Alan! But all she did was confuse the shit out of everyone until I couldn't stand it anymore (and the 10 minutes of us ignoring her wasn't sinking in to give her a hint), that I finally looked over, put my hand up, and took care of business.

WTF lady, if you weren't invited to the convo, mind your own business!

2.  To the Moron that lives behind me in Park Shity: WhyTF do  you have to rev your muscle car engine for 20 minutes, 5 times a day?!?! WHY?????? It is annoying. And rude. And I am soooo not going to miss that shit when we move. I have lived with that, every damn day, for the last 7 years and have had enough. If I was just a smidgen less classy I would take a poo on the hood of your precious POS with a note attached telling you to eat my shit. But I got class. Like a mo' fo'. So I will move in peace and never think about your jackassness again.

3. Sunday it was almost 90 degrees. 90!!!!! Like summertime. Warm and lovely.


And now this is going to happen:

Mother Nature: You need to sober up.

4.  The flat-chested bitch scale gave me a mean number this morning. WTF whore?!?! Calm your shit down and produce a number that's 5 lbs less please. 175.....175!! Holy shitballs I really need to stop shoving crapfood in my pie hole. 10 lbs gained this month. Oh well. Baby needed the 18 bowls of Cinnamon Toast Crunch a day....right???

5.  WhyTF is this week not over yet????

Laters!

Ten Things Thursday

Yaaaaayyyyy!! Randompants day!!

1. So I missed last week. I know, I know. I suck. Get over it. I have about 80 bagazillion things going on and work is a suckhole straight to Hell. Needless to say blogging has taken a back seat to.....everything.

But, it doesn't fail. My poor worrisome mother calls me Thursday night....or was it Friday. I'm not sure. And was all, "ARE YOU OK?!?!?! You didn't blog?!?! I'm worried."

Christ Mother.

I'm sure I'll be exactly the same way with our little Princess.

2.  Why oh why can't I look like this:

And not like this:

Oh ya, it's because I've determined ice cream and donuts a major food group.
Shitballs.

3.  We're having a garage sale this weekend. Let me try to contain my excitement. Actually, you can't even call it a garage sale....it's more like a liquidation sale. Hey, you'll give me 2 quarters for that end table.....It's Yours!! A buck for that computer......Take It!!! Basically, by the end of the day we'll be having a 'Free Sale'. Because I'm not moving that shit.

Now, while I hate having a garage sale.....I love going to garage sales! It's like a treasure hunt!!! No wonder we have to have a sale of our own every year, because I keep bringing home 'treasures' from others piles of crap. Damn vicious cycle.

4.  Who in their right mind thinks this is a good idea???

I mean, really.
Dressing like your daughter.....but then like your daughter's DOLL too?!
That's a little extreme, people.

And if you have ever, or plan on, doing this.....you deserve to be made fun of. I'm not one bit sorry.

5.  I just remembered this. Last weekend when Ryan and I were getting ready to go to KC, I was getting dressed and I had this little tank top/under shirt type thing on and my jeans. I turned in the mirror and was like, WOW! The 'girls' were really making an appearance. Yes, the tatas keep growing and I have to wear tank tops to keep everything in. Here's the conversation that followed:

Me: "Jesus, do you see how big the Girls are getting?!?! They're enormous!!!"

Ryan: "Ya, they're getting pretty big."

Me: "I know, this is crazy! They've never been this big!"

Ryan: "Too bad it's not going to last."

Me (all sadpants): "Ya, I know."

Ryan: "Well, they might still be big......but they're going to be real looooong."

Me: Awesome.

Then I proceeded to laugh my ass off for 10 minutes because I kept picturing saggy old lady tatas. Like socks with a golf ball on the end.

Still makes me giggle.

6.  HEY!!! To anyone and everyone that comments on my little bloggy blog: IF I DO NOT REPLY TO YOUR COMMENTS BY EMAIL, THEN I DON'T HAVE YOUR EMAIL!!!!

So please send me your email!!!

I try to reply back to comments through email to EVERYONE! And if you haven't gotten a little love note from me, then I don't have your email address and you're listed as 'no comment@blah blah stupid email.com' so I can't reply back.

Off the top of my head I don't have Didi's or Deirdre's. And I can't think of the others.

Please send me your email. Pretty please?!?! (laurawiksten @ hotmail . com)
Oh and put something like 'Blog Buddy' in the subject line or something so I know it's not spam.
Spank You!

7. Well, I just hit 'Publish' and didn't mean to. Damn it.

8. The hubby and I went turkey hunting a few weeks ago. No luck for me. But the hubby got one! Here's some pics because I clearly look so good in camo that I want the whole interwebs to know. Forever.
Don't be jealous.

Look how well I blend in!

Ms. Stealth Turkey Hunter.

Awww. The lovely matching couple.

9. I have not kept up with y'all's blogs lately. I apologize. I've just been so busy. But I'll get back into it when we get moved. So a few more weeks. Please still love me!!!!

10.  Cheers to a weekend of garage sales, packing, moving, and SUNSHINE!!! Mother Nature has finally decided to pull her head out and give us a decent spring! 70+ for Sat. and Sun.!!! Woop woop!!!

Dead Cat Sunbathing and 'Can you google -Replace Vinyl Siding-???'

Well, I had an interesting weekend. And I shall share it with you.
In case you were just dying to know.
In case you weren't......tough shit, I'm sharing anyway.

So it started all normal-like with a dinner with friends on Friday night, at this fabulous small town restaurant called The Hoof & Horn. Seriously. Only in Kansas.

Actually, it really was fabulous. It was down home cookin', like chicken fried steak the size of my ass (which is.........large), fries dripping in grease, and a hot fudge brownie sundae to hit the bottom of your gut like a 2 ton brick type home cookin'.

Baby was in Heaven.

Ok. Lets be honest. Mama was in Heaven too.

We then headed to Kansas City on Saturday because Ryan had a Bachelor Party. Yes, we're 32 years old, have a baby on the way, and we're still going to Bachelor Party's. We'll, not 'we', more like 'Ryan'. Shit needs to stop I tell you. Luckily this is the 'last' friend that's single in our little group. Everyone else is married, has kids, or is planning on having kids. We're the fall-asleep-at-8pm-after-watching-HGTV type people. Not have-chugging-contests-while-at-a-BYOB-strip-club-bachelor-party type people. Wow. If that doesn't scream 'old tits' I don't know what does. Christ.

Anyways, so while Ryan was knee deep in g-strings, I was spending time with my long lost bestie, Mandy!! Mandy and I met in college.....which in itself is an interesting story.

So it was a normal Wed. night and a small group of friends were sitting outside getting shitfaced (because this is what you did in college, doesn't matter the day), and Mandy and another friend Marcia come over. They were mutual friends of a friend of mine, and we instantly became buddy-buddy. I mean, what says friendship like a firepit, endless booze, and a next day hangover???!!!

Well, the next day we were chatting on the phone and Mandy said she had to go back home for the weekend for her brothers homecoming celebration (he was overseas in the military). Then, this is the semi-weird, but to me totally normal part, she invites me to come up and stay with her and her family. Totally normal. I've known her for about 2.2 days and half of which I was wasted. It's fine.

Of course I said yes. I mean, drive 2 hours to spend 2 days with random strangers with unlimited alcohol??? What the hell else do I gotta do?!

Once I get up to her hometown, the night proceeds to be a normal small town celebration at the Legion, where you drink Natty Light out of a can and you can't see 2 feet in front of your face because of all the smoke.  2am rolls around pretty fast, and when you're young and dumb, your night is just beginning. So we grabbed the closest/cutest boys to us and demanded they drive us around in their beefy pick-up truck to 'country cruise'. We had no beer, so I think we had to steal it out of someone's parents house. And we set off for a night....errr morning.....of fun.

Things get a little fuzzy at this point (imagine that), but I do remember ending up in Herkimer, KS, which is about spitting distance from the Nebraska state line. We somehow ran out of beer in the wee early morning hours and decided to crash at one of the cutey's house till the next day (which would be Sunday).

Upon waking Sunday, we found the weather to be a balmy 60 degrees, and BONUS, we found 2 beers in the cooler!!! Nice and warm from the night before. Mandy and I promptly decided this deserved a little morning lawn/tanning/drinking session. So we pull out a blanket, threw the beers in the freezer to chill for a minute and proceeded to enjoy the sun in the middle of this small ass country town, at a house that we aren't totally for sure who owned.

Ohhhhhh, college.

This is the point when things started to go down hill.

We quickly drank our one beer each, and decided that we needed more. Possibly a lot more. So we picked up our bottles, and went to grab the blanket that we'd been laying on for about an hour.

That's when we saw fur.
A lot of fur.
All over the grass.
Right where we were laying.

At first I was all, 'What the f*ck is that?!?! A dead mouse? A Sasquatch?'

Ohhhh no. It was a DEAD CAT!! A dead FLAT cat!! That obviously had been dead for awhile.

We'd been laying on a dead flat cat for an hour. *shivers*

We both jumped, screamed like the girls we are, and ran into the house in hysterics. The boys thought we were nuts. But they quickly calmed us with a trip to Nebraska for more beer. This all happened at 10am in the morning, mind you. I blame lack of sleep and alcohol consumption on our lack of visual awareness of dead animals in the tanning location.

Our road trip ended up lasting the entire day of Sunday, and part of Monday too. I think we were totally drunk for about 2.5 straight days.

But you know what comes after a 2.5 day bender, tanning on a dead cat, small towns, and 597 gallons of gas???? A friendship that has lasted forever. We are probably the only people on the planet to sun tan on a dead cat carcass.

Through the years we've had many completely wacked-out crazy shitscapades of similar experiences. All involving copious amounts of alcohol. (shocker)

Sadly Mandy moved to New York right after my wedding, almost 4 years ago, and I haven't been able to talk to her, or to see her, at all.

BUT!!! She recently moved back to KC, and I just HAD to see her!!
So, that's what I did last weekend while Ryan was babysitting 32 year old drunk bachelor monkeys.

And again, it was a shitscapade of epic proportion. Only difference this time.....we were stone sober. Both of us. Which was a first.

Mandy wanted to grill me dinner, but didn't know how to run the grill. Being the tom-boy that I am, it was no problem for me. I should point out that Mandy is RENTING this place from a friend of hers, so nothing in this house is really hers.....including the grill.

First was bacon wrapped jalapeno's.......

well.........

I'll just show you in pictures:

Slightly overdone.
A smidge crispy.
Blackened style.

They were seriously on the grill for like 5 minutes. Completely the grill's fault.

Well, as I'm trying not to singe my eyebrows off while taking all these bad boys off the grill, I failed to notice one very important detail about the lid........

................

.........

Mainly, that it was resting against the f*cking house!!!!

I JUST TRIED TO BURN THE F*CKING HOUSE DOWN!!!!!
FFFFF******CCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!

And I'm sober!!!
SHIITTTTTTTTT!!!!!

I have nothing to blame this on except for my epic stupidity!
Awesome.

Can you imagine if we were normal shitpants wasted?!?! There'd probably be no house. There'd be burnt toothpicks left.

Note to self: Do not grill if you do not own said grill or house. Ever. EverEverEver.

Shit like this only happens to Mandy and I.
Long live the Mandy Moo and La La Shitscapades!!!!

BTW, there is a completely educational vinyl replacement video on YouTube taught by an old balding Jersey dude who wear's a shirt that says, 'I'm Too Sexy For My Hair', that is well worth the 8 minutes to watch. Just google it.

Pregnancy - WEEK 22 (Apr 14th – Apr 20th)

Since last week I was all ‘pity poor little pregnant me’, this week I’ll try to be a little more upbeat. You’re welcome.

First of all, life is getting more and more hectic. Every. Second. And I know it’s just going to get worse (way to be upbeat, huh). So it’s been hard to focus on the wee little one. It’s been hard to focus in general! Lol.

Lots of changes happening with me this week! Obviously, you can see the belly is sticking out just a tad more! I have noticed that while it’s pouching out the front….it’s REALLY pouching out the sides. As in, my ample pear shape (pre-pregnancy) now looks like a elephant’s ass attached to Barbie’s upper body. It’s lovely.

Another yippee skippee change is that I think I’m starting to develop water retention in my legs. I’ve noticed when I take my socks off at night that there’s a nice puffy line where they stopped. Awesomesauce.

But you know what makes all this worthwhile??? Baby girl! And her moving around CONSTANTLY! Serious. Girl is like a circus acrobat in there. All.Damn.Day. This morning I woke up at 3am (yes the peeing 4 times a night thing has started back up and I’m super excited about it), and all she did was just push and kick and roll. It’s the most amazing feeling! I tried to see if I could feel it with my hand, but I think my placenta is still in front of her enough to block it. Damn it.  But then all day today she’s being doing backflips. First she’s over on the left side, elbowing her way through my insides. Next she’s somersaulted over to my right side with a healthy roundhouse kick. I’m starting to wonder if Ryan’s little swimmers are part Chuck Norris. I know this activity level doesn’t come from my side. We’re lazy asses. We like naps. We LIVE for naps. So this kung foo-ness is all Ryan’s fault. Anyone surprised at this??? Yup, me neither.

Ohhhhh, and let’s talk about the potty sitch. Holy Rocket Ship Toilet Seats people. I bet you I’m in the bathroom 18 times a day. That’s no exaggeration. I straight up peed at 3am, 4am, 5am, and 6am, then at 8am when I got to work today. I think that’s slightly excessive, don’t you?!?! And I still have like 3.5 months to go with this shit!!! Or I guess I should say ‘piss’. Clearly Baby Girl likes to camp out on mama’s bladder, and she sees fit to not budge. Super.

Last major addition to the ‘symptoms’ of pregnancy…….gas. Yup. Just call me Queen Flatulence. I’ve just given up trying to hide it now. I just let ‘em go. I kinda feel bad for my co-workers. Kinda.

So, I should probably give an update on the housing issue. It’s not good folks. We didn’t get our ‘dream home’. Because the sellers are a bunch of stuck up candy ass losers didn’t like our offer. So, we just let it go. We’re keeping a positive attitude that our ‘perfect’ home is still out there, and we’ll find it eventually. We are still closing on our house May 10^th, and I’ve been busy packing, packing, packing. Unfortunately, Ryan’s been working super overtime, so it’s been a lot to deal with for me. But after this week, his schedule should slow down and he’ll be able to help more. Two weeks and we’ll be out of our home. TWO WEEKS!! I can’t believe it.

Luckily, we’ve found a rental that will do a short term lease. It’s a house, with a backyard, and they will allow the spoiled rotten 1^st ‘child’. BTW, this is Wyatt’s idea of packing:

Rude.

All in all, we’re playing the waiting game. There’s no real house out there that we’re interested in. So we’re just waiting for the right one to come on the market. I’ll let you know how everything goes!

Moving on to Baby Girl!!! Holy Cow! She’s already a pound in there! (I wonder how the other 19 lbs I’ve gained happened???? Just kidding, I know that’s the placenta…..right?) Besides all the moving and shaking she’s doing she’s also able to grab things now. Like the umbilical cord. Her sense of touch is getting stronger every day, so she’s probably dying to feel everything! Her sense of sight is also developing, she can perceive light and dark much better than before. Except, it’s always dark in there, unless I shine a flashlight on my belly, which I’m totally going to do later tonight. The eyes, eyelashes, and eyebrows have now fully formed, and even more hair on her little head! Although right now it has no pigment, so it’s stark white. How cool is that?! She’ll probably end up coming out with dark or black hair, seeing as both Ryan and I have dark hair. But you never know!

I’m just so excited for her to get here and for me to see her cute little face!!!

The sun is shining, I have ice cream, and I haven’t peed in 2 hours. It’s a good day folks. A very good day!