5 things...

... that happened this week which made me very aware of my pregnancy..

I told J that I was so full that I was afraid my pants were going to bust. His suggestion: "Then unnzip your pants." My reply: "They've been unzipped since the moment I pulled them on this morning." Tsk tsk. Dang zipper can't even clear one notch without screaming all the profanities in the book.

Noticed that I'm not growing a baby only in my tummy, but also a baby in each thigh, cheek, and love handle. Really- I think I even felt the one in my left love handle kick this morning. I've also noticed a rapid weight gain, much of which was delivered to my lips, throwing off any possible balance of my face. As if I wasn't made fun of enough in school for having Angelina Jolie lips.

J, Jax and I went on a walk last night and J took his skateboard. He started off like a pro, but once he had to make a downhill turn, his body started spazzin like nothing I’ve ever seen before. He looked like a flailing fish. It was so hilarious to me I had to stop walking and hold completely still in order to keep control of my bodily functions. Then as soon as J screamed like a lady and completely flew off the skateboard and onto the grass, he looked at me standing there with tears running down my face (laughter/nervousness). He said “Babe, don’t be mad that I went into a perfectly controlled slide.” With that comment, I crouched down in the middle of the street and laughed until I sobbed, while flexing my little heart out. Eventually I felt in control enough to run into the house.. This pregnancy bladder thing is not workin for me so much. (Apologies to any neighbors who may have seen my dangerous stunt. I'll try not to get into the fetal position in the middle of the street again.. flailing husband or not.)


okay so I realize this picture has nothing to do with the last story- except for the skateboard part- but I had to include it cause I just didn't expect to come up with this result in google images. too good.


I’ve dropped my giant glass of ice water on the floor 3 times within the last 30 seconds… crrrrrraaaa… make that 4… and instead of considering bending over and wiping the water up, I’m fervently praying it evaporates into a storm cloud.

Bought two 3-pound bags of Fruities last Monday. In my attempt to start and finish them all within the hour, I filled my shirt and took them to the couch with me so I could snack during '24'. After about 4 or 5 of them, J told me I shouldn't eat anymore (bad for my teeth.. yadda yadda yadda), so with a tear in my eye and a knife in my heart I dropped the one that was to be devoured next. 10 minutes later I look to my left and there's a heap of empty wrappers. J ate them all... about 30 of them, give or take. So grateful that he'll sacrifice his own teeth to keep me healthy and.. ahem.. happy.