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

I turned 60 overnight

So I’ve figured out my next challenge. I’ve decided it’s fine time to teach myself how to crochet.

I don’t personally know anyone that crochets that doesn’t also qualify for AARP benefits, but hey…I’m sure they’re out there somewhere, right?

What sparked this interest was seeing an adorable, homemade crocheted baby blanket and hat on etsy.com. I love that website, by the way. I was close to pulling the trigger on purchasing them when I thought, “Wait a second…maybe…just maybe…I could make our baby his own homemade blanket!”

And thus begins a new challenge.

And since you all know once I get an idea in my head, I have to act upon it IMMEDIATELY, I went to Joann Fabrics straight from work that day and picked up my supplies:

*Picture courtesy of Eric…thanks!

Eric is all too familiar with ideas that pop into my head and must be acted upon now. Not in 15 minutes…but NOW!!! As if the house may burn down if we don’t immediately clean out that coat closet that is overflowing that I just happened to walk by and notice.

Anyway, after the first few frustrating attempts of practically tangling myself up in yarn with no crochet stitches in sight, I think I may be making some progress. I’m aiming first for a successful small washcloth before I attempt the big daddy project of the baby blanket. I still have quite a way to go, but I have at least the bottom inch or more completed and you can actually tell it’s going to turn out to be something. What yet is still to be determined…but it’ll be something alright. Stay tuned for pics!

~as

A Baskin Robbins kind of day

Because of my uncontrollable urge to constantly be planning something, I’ve already finished registering for my baby shower in May. I think I demonstrated admirable restraint, though…I waited TWO WHOLE DAYS after finding out the sex before hightailing it to the stores!

I made one fatal flaw, though.

My desire to register quickly resulted in me inadvertantly going on a Saturday. First problem with this is that Saturdays are when everyone and their mother shops. Bad, Anne.

First stop was Target. It was a ZOO. Oh, and I know sometimes children are very wild and crazy at times and have their unpredictable “off” days, but I’m sorry…I will NEVER, EVER let my children run rampant through the aisles of a store without supervision while they yell and scream. Who allows that?!? Whoever they are, they need to stop reproducing ASAP. ;)

Needless to say, my trusty scan gun and I got down to business and got the heck out of dodge as quickly as I could. One store down, one to go.

Next on my agenda was Babies R Us. If I thought Target was bad, I had another thing coming.

Upon pulling up to Babies R Us, I noticed their parking lot was completely packed. This should’ve tipped me off and I should’ve turned right around.

Should’ve being the key word.

I was already there and figured what the hell. Well, what the hell was right. Turns out I picked possibly the worst day to register. Apparently, Babies R Us was having their “Annual Baby Shower” event in which they give away two small samples (at least that’s all I got) to lure new mothers-to-be to register at their store.

Big mistake. HUGE mistake. (thanks, Pretty Woman!)

The place was a madhouse. It made Target look like a deserted ghost town. I had to wait like 30-40 minutes just to get a scanner and then make my way through the zillions of other anxious/excited-to-register ladies. Ugh.

Never one to admit defeat, though, I fought through and succeeded in my mission.

Back in my car 90 minutes and one headache later, I decided it was definitely a Baskin Robbins type of afternoon. A treat of my favorite ice cream, Peanut Butter ‘n Chocolate, was definitely in order to make everything all better.

~as

In the great words of Carrie Bradshaw, “Hello…lover.”

Blame it on the hormones or my inability to deny a 20% off coupon. Or if I wasn’t pregnant, I’d try to “blame it on the ‘tron” ala Jamie Fox style. Regardless of where the blame is placed, I finally did THE DEED.

I am no longer a virgin. Sorry, Mom and Dad. Although, I think you already knew that with Sebastian on the way. ;)

What I mean is that I’m no longer a Coach virgin.

Yep, that’s right. I finally broke down and I decided to treat myself to the gold standard of handbags (and all sorts of other accoutrements).

Fear not; I would have made bargain hunters around the globe proud. I didn’t just waltz into my nearest Coach retail store and hand over my Visa. No sir-ee bob! I do enough handing over of that puppy as it is…

Instead, I trucked it out to an outlet mall. Between their already discounted prices and a 20% off coupon a fellow Coach loving friend gave me (oh yeah, I should try to blame this on her, too…haha) I am now the new owner of my very first Coach handbag.

And…wallet.

Hey - once you get me going, good luck stopping me. I can’t be caught making a fashion faux pas by having a designer handbag with a $10 used and abused wallet straight from Kohl’s clearance section.

*Photo courtesy of Eric...thanks!

And let me tell you...not an ounce of buyer’s remorse. Deducting the hefty sum of cash from my checking account register was a little tough to swallow, but I've recovered from my mini heart attack and I’m extremely pleased. (YES – I am one of about ten people that still religiously uses their register!)

Every time I look at “her”, I mentally say to myself, “Hello…lover.” Okay, let’s be honest, sometimes I say it out loud, too. She’s a beauty and the leather is ridiculously soft. Definitely worth it. I fear I may be addicted. Uh oh. But I’m not too worried. Once the cost of a child sets in, I’ll snap right out of that addiction.

~as

Oops!

This is what happens when someone tries to talk to me while I’m making my morning oatmeal. I clearly CANNOT complete two seemingly easy tasks at once.

RIP styrofoam bowl.

~as

Out Numbered

We finally found out…we will be welcoming a son into our family this summer!! Eric and I are both very, very excited and can’t wait to meet the little guy. Hurry up, July, and get here already!  P.S. - I totally need to buy this:

Anyway, because someone I know was told she was having a boy when it turned out later to be a girl, the conversation with the ultrasound tech went a little something like this:

UT: “Are you interested in finding out the gender?”

Anne: “Yes.”

UT: (few minutes after getting me lubed up and getting the first few shots) “Oh, I can see the gender…”

Anne: (after a awkward pause) “….AND????”

UT: “It’s a boy.”

Anne: (after my excitement settled down and I recall previous gender mixup story) “So on a scale of one to ten, just how sure are you that it’s a boy?”

UT: “9.75. They tell us we can never say 100%. Here, let me show you.”

(UT proceeds to “show” Eric and I what was supposed to be his man parts, but I’m sorry – ultrasounds are all gray and fuzzy. I couldn’t see anything that I was supposed to be seeing, but didn’t feel like admitting it to her.)

UT: “Do you see?”

Anne: “Oh, okay.” (Yeah, whatever…she’s the pro…I’ll take her word on it.)

~as