Saturday, October 27, 2012

Can't. Freakin'. Wait!

I'm getting pretty excited about this time, next year.
I know, I know, not exactly "in the moment" of me. But there is so much to look forward to about this time next year!
I love the fall and the winter and all the jolly holidays in between. I'm soo freakin' excited that next year will be our year of firsts--baby girl's first Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, all the good stuff! I'm currently stalking Baby Gap's clearance rack so I can pounce on some awesome Halloween jammies. Aaaand I may or may not have Christmas jammies already in my cart. (I have a semi-irrational fear that everyone will find them as adorable as I do and that they will sell out FAST.)

Another big excitement factor--we will hopefully be buying a house closer to family and friends next spring/summer. Which to me means one very important thing--HOSTING PARTIES! Granted I'm pretty sure our first house will be tiny, but it's bigger than a 1/1 apartment and therefore, I must host! I love holidays, one and all. Heck, I'd even Americanize/bastardize Bastille Day if it meant celebrating and eating crepes. And I love a good holiday party. I don't mean that in a "politically correct December way," I mean any holiday is cause for celebration to me! Halloween jamboree, Fourth of July BBQ, New Years Eve extravaganza, Christmas cookie and cocoa night--It doesn't matter, I love it.
Holiday specific tablewear--love it.
Pumpkins for decorating from September 26 through Black Friday--love it.
Old school plastic pumpkin buckets--love it.
Green nails in March--love it.
Old Navy Flag shirts in July--love it.
Homemade Valentine's cards--love it.
Christmas presents and midnight Mass--love it.
Baking in November--love it.
Sparkly drinks/dresses on NYE--love. that. shit. (Sorry, getting excited here.)
Now I'm excited for this year!

But seriously, next year--look out! Eric's time off permitting, we will be hosting fiends. People will get sick of all the invitations. The parties swirling around in this head of mine. It'll be awesome. I don't care if it's just a Me Party a la The Muppets with just the 3 of us. Celebrations will be had. You should come!

Friday, October 26, 2012

The Good Stuff

I put in my notice for my last day of work. Come December 1st, I'm a free, fat little bird :)

Eric insisted I get new running shoes since my last pair were....4ish years old and flat little pancakes. Yeah, dropped the ball on that one. Buuuut, thanks to the kind people at Brooks, I now have shoes that I think were cobbled by angels. My feet, ankles and knees are so happy the could cry.

My Christmas presents are all wrapped up and they look beautimous.

On a Christmas note, I talked Eric into getting a mini 3ft. tree this year. I've always wanted one but last year he said no. But seeing as how last year we had a 6ft. beauty with only one solitary ornament on it, he agreed to downsize. I'm so freaking excited.

Ever since they added Michael Strahan to the show, Eric likes to watch Live! with me in the mornings when we're both home. It's a nice, cozy little ritual.

My stomach has become home of the amazing disappearing stretch marks. I'll swear I see one starting, all red and skinny going across my stomach. One dousing of coconut oil (whoop for home remedies) and a night of sleep later, it's gone. I think they're just teasing me for now, but fingers crossed that they stay away. Just for funsies.

I'm going to make Jello this afternoon. And maybe a strawberry cake.

I'm going to take my favorite chicklets  trick-or-treating in a few days. I love watching them flip out over candy.

I just discovered Hart of Dixie. Me! Lover of all things country and rustic with accents. It's on Netflix. What have I been doing with my life?

I found a mode on the elliptical at the gym that coaches you through a cross training workout. It's my new favorite thing. It gets just about everything and gets me in and out of the gym fast.

I have a huge pot of homemade soup in the fridge. Nom, nom, nom.

Halloween is next week, which means Thanksgiving is coming soon, which means Christmas will be here soon, and New Years will be here soon.
And our baby will be here soon :) EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Monday, October 15, 2012

Lean, mean, nesting machine

Okay, okay.
Lean is debatable at this point., I prefer hormonal.
But come on, "big bellied, hormonal, nesting machine" just doesn't paint a pretty picture.

In the past few hours I've:
scrubbed my kitchen
cleaned out all my bathroom cabinets
took all my paper Trader Joe's bags and plastic shopping bags to recycling
went to Target to buy organizing supplies
started a batch of homemade applesauce
moved a bookcase
reorganized our coat/shoe closet
vacuumed everything
Folded a ton of laundry

Still to go today and tomorrow:
baseboard scrubbing!
organize kitchen cabinets
go through boxes of crap and throw stuff away
more laundry!
wash my car and clean it out (....yikes....)
organize baby stuff
meal plan for the week

Hmmm see, I hit 25 weeks this morning. So between realizing that and dealing with a ton of Braxton Hicks in the past few days, it just feels like she's going to be here before I know it. I have an overwhelming desire to clean EVERYTHING. IN. SIGHT. and organize to the nth degree. Very un-me.
And Eric's gone working overtime, so I don't gots much else to do on my day off.
We'll see how long this lasts.
Now if you'll excuse me, I am disturbingly excited to attack my baseboards.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Sap--it's not just for trees anymore.

I am a full blown sentimental sap.
Yep. If there was a support group, I would be a part of it, if there was a shirt, I'd own it. Hell, I'd run the group and the shirt factory.
It can be embarrassing at times--crying at commercials, anyone?--but I've embraced it. S'pose that's for the best since this whole pregnancy thing has my emotionalism jacked. Big time.
Case in point--today I had a moment. I was all alone so no one would've ever known, but here I am posting about it on the internet.
I was watching an old Gilmore Girls episode. At the very end, Luke goes to his ex's house in superman protective dad mode and tells her how he will fight for his daughter. He was yelling about how he needs to see her and what a great relationship they have and how he'll fight to keep it and I...yeah, teary hot mess. Got me thinking about my sweet, protective husband.

 Now that I'm showing much more and he's felt/seen her kick, I think it's gotten more real to him. He has entered the too cute "My wife is delicate" phase. Protective to the max. He was making pasta sauce the other night and had me examine the mushrooms to make sure I could eat them. Even after I assured over and over that mushrooms were just fine. In the past few weeks, he surprised me with a beautimous new rocking chair, flowers, TJ's fruit leather (he's got my numba), offered repeatedly to paint my toes for me after I mentioned I couldn't reach them anymore, rubbed my shoulders and jumped to his feet saying, "What?! What do you need?!" if I gave the slightest cue that I was getting out of bed at night. It's so sweet, I don't even know what to do with myself.

I can't freakin' wait to see him with our little lady. In my head, she looks just like him--I swear in our last ultrasound I saw his nose. Something tells me she'll have him on her little finger, but he's already started the, "She will not be allowed to wear/see/do that" talk. Hehehe. He's a sweetheart. Hopefully she finds someone just like her daddy some day.