Top 10 List Of Things I Look Forward To Come July 29, 2010

With my due date three months away (July 28th), I’m rounding the bend and have entered the third trimester. Yippie kay yay, mother-bleapers! Classic Bruce Willis.

Anyway, in some ways I can’t believe I’m already two-thirds of the way done with my first pregnancy. Yet at the same time…I can’t believe I’m ONLY two-thirds of the way done with my first pregnancy!!

In reflecting on all of this, I’ve come up with a "Top 10 List Of Things I Look Forward To Come July 29, 2010".

I look forward to:

10. being able to see the lower half of my body again without twisting like a contortionist.

9. being able to bend over (or even just bending forward to reach something!) comfortably.

8. being able to fit into my own pajama pants and stop borrowing Eric’s. It’s quite the sight, trust me.

7. being able to pee less frequently.  This will definitely result in a cost savings for us as well as I tend to overuse any paper products I get my hands on.  Conservationists would have their way with me if they knew. Shhh...

6. being able to sleep on my back again. Side sleeping ALL. NIGHT. LONG. is for the birds.

5. being able to stop watching the scale to make sure I’m gaining baby weight at the appropriate speed.  My OB has put the fear of God in me.  Truth.  She's practically got me thinking if I take that extra bite of cake, my child will suffer in the most gruesome of ways. 

4. being able to workout without having to monitor my heart rate.  Oh, and to bicycle without my knees knocking into my belly.  Awesome.

3. being able to eat seafood, select fish, and select cheeses again. 

2. being able to have a glass of red wine. Or two. Or three. Stop judging.

BUT…all of this I do without too much complaining because the numero uno thing I look forward to is…

1. being able to meet our new son and watch him grow and develop. Awh, shucks.

See you soon, little guy!

~as

WANTED: Revenge on my glue gun

Don’t you just love when you have a nice, productive weekend? Too many recent weekends of mine have went a little something like this: would I rather clean and get stuff done around the house…OR…would I rather veg out and maybe shop or putz around on the internet?

I’ll take the later for 500, Alex. (Love you, Jeopardy)

Well, this weekend was a little different...and thank goodness, because even I can only take so much vegging out.

I managed to run a bunch of errands and also worked with Eric’s mom to iron out some of the details for my upcoming baby shower in May. SOOO excited for the shower, by the way! Seriously, I challenge you to find someone that doesn’t love a baby shower. With all the adorable little outfits and accoutrements, it’s a feast for my eyes.

Anyway, in preparing for the shower my mother-in-law and I decided to “assemble” the guest thank you gifts which required the use of a hot glue gun. With both of us armed with our own glue guns, we got down to business. But I kid you not…not even 5 minutes into the project, I was wounded.

MAN DOWN!

I managed to get a huge glob of hot glue directly on the palm of my hand. It was sooo freaking hot that it instantly blistered my skin. Things were not pretty. And I still have the dime sized blister to prove it. And of course it’s in the most unfortunate spot for typing on my laptop. Glue gun = 1, Anne = 0

Alas, the weekend ended on an upswing. I motivated myself to start AND finish painting the nursery. Woohoo! Check that off the to-do list. We (and by we, I mean me) decided to go with a sage green color. Eric and I “talked” about the color to use and I’m fairly certain that he may have wanted to just stick with the previous blue that was already on the walls, but this was one of the situations where I played the “I’m-carrying-your-child-for-nine-months-in-my-body-so-why-don’t-you-go-make-yourself-a-martini-while-I-sip-on-my-KIDDIE COCKTAIL” card and he was defeated. Not much you can say to refute that. The glue gun may have won round one earlier, but I won this one. Sorry, Eric, but someone has to pay. ;) Just joshing…love ya!

~as