Some noteworthy happenings:

  • Got my hair cut and colored for the first time since I found out I was bearing a child. I feel like a new person and now I won’t have to spend the 8 seconds of spare time I have in front of the mirror obsessing over all of the gray hairs before throwing it up into a messy bun type thing and leaving it that way for a couple days before I decide to wash it and start all over again.
  • Henry is already holding his head up pretty great. His fave position is sitting up on our laps, with no support on his neck. If you try to support his neck, he gets very annoyed. And tummy time should be called “scoot across the floor time.” This kid wants to move.
  • We no longer have a newborn. We have a baby now. A babbling, giggling, alert, smiley, funny baby. I had to put some of his newborn clothes up this morning and he’s filling out his 0-3’s nicely. I love watching him grow, but it also tugs at my heart.
  • I’ve been doing more and walking. It’s been nice weather and I have the cutest little walking buddy. It knocks him out, though. Even after we get home, he continues to sleep for hours. Not that I’m complaining. An overtired Henry is no bueno. A growing boy needs his rest.
  • Chris continues to be amazing. Even when I’m stressed over stupid stuff, he’s calm and patient and talks me down. I’m lucky that I married a guy who tries to empathize with a new mom and all the stresses that come along with that. He also knows how hard it is to have a 24/7 baby-raising job and is a really good support. I have to brag on him because he deserves it. He puts up with a lot from my hormonal ass.



What he’s wearing:

Hat: knit by someone and given to Henry by a nurse at the hospital. First placed on his head when he was minutes old.

Sweater: Baby Gap (on sale)

Overalls: Old Navy (on sale)

Socks: Trumpette Skater Boy (not on sale)

Pacifier: Nuk



And the winner is…

…Chris. He wins an award for the Most Patient Man on the Planet Earth. This is how I know that one day he will win a Father of the Year award. I have to give him public props for how great he was this weekend in particular.

Friday night, I was feeling so bloated that even sitting on the couch was uncomfortable. Instead, I told Chris I was going to lay down in the bedroom. I had a little pity party of one for a few minutes because it was Friday night, and I was in bed at 7 pm. He surprised me by picking out a movie and cuddling with me. He wanted to spend Friday night with me, he said. It was a really sweet gesture since I know he’d probably prefer to play some PS3 and watch movies on our big living room TV instead of the tiny one in the bedroom.

He chose Willow because I’d never seen it. We had a great time watching 2/3 of it before we both passed out cold. It was the best Friday night I’d had in a long time.

The baby was the best actor in the movie. Such great reactions!

Saturday, we got up bright and early and went to the first showing of the The Campaign. I love anything Will Ferrell and Zach Galifianakis, so I thought it was great. Afterwards, we were starving. I was at the stage in hunger where I was going to get real stabby if I didn’t eat immediately. So of course, we drove around FOR AN HOUR before deciding on where to eat. Chris was very patient and sweet even though I was a giant, evil beetch. It all ended in a very delicious cheeseburger from the Elephant Bar, so all was right with the world shortly thereafter. No one got stabbed. (He should have received a medal).

Today, the nesting kicked in again big time. What’s really strange is Chris has also started nesting. He’s been cleaning out the office/future baby room diligently every evening — getting rid of old DVDs and comics. Today, as I was cleaning this apartment from top to bottom, he was organizing our kitchen cabinets and scrubbing the appliances. I giggled to myself at the sight of it because if you knew my husband, you’d know just how out of character this behavior is. But I’m not going to complain. He can keep doing this forever, please.

When the house was sparkling and we finally sat down, he told me, “We make a great team.”

Yeah. I totally agree with that.


After the craptastic day I had on Monday, I told my husband I was going to go to bed early so I wouldn’t be a bitch the next day. He said under his breath, “I don’t know if that will help, but…”

I laughed so hard, and as a result of his smart assedness and a good night’s sleep, the past couple days have been much better. I am 20 weeks pregnant today! The half way point! It’s a huge relief we made it this far. I almost didn’t believe the email I got from Baby Center announcing the milestone. I actually counted out the weeks on the calendar like a weirdo until my due date, and sure enough there are 20 weeks to go.

Apparently, baby boy is now the size of a banana, swallowing amniotic fluid, and making poop. The websites refer to it as “meconium,” but it’s poop.

I am finally showing, but still not brave enough to post a belly pic. I realized it wasn’t just fat when I couldn’t suck in anymore. Like, literally, as hard as I suck in, nothing moves. It’s just a round belly and it’s only going to get bigger. I’ll admit – I love it. Oh! And I got my first pair of maternity jeans today. They intimidate me and I don’t know why.

Onto my Olympic commentary of the day.

YAY USA Women’s Gymnastics! I love those girls. They epitomize teamwork to me and boy, are they amazing. So fun to watch. I cried like a hormonal pregnant woman when they won the team gold last night. Not only did they win, they smoked the competition. Take that, Russia and Romania!

“We’ve achieved more before 18 than most people will in their entire lives! We also have extremely muscular thighs!”

By the way, I am still the mayor of Cankle Town. I guess I have a few months left in office. I will not be running for a second term. For a while, anyway.


My exciting life.

Sorry for the brief hiatus. I decided to unplug just a little bit this weekend. We spent Saturday doing some belated birthday celbratin’ for Chris. I took him to lunch, took him shopping for new clothes (which I really do enjoy), and getting him some new glasses.

Chris loves his new glasses. I do, too.

We also bought our first baby clothing items. We had an hour to kill while waiting for his glasses, so I decided to give it a shot. I’ll admit, my fear that buying baby clothes would mean something might go wrong was in full gear. I had a cold sweat going on, butterflies, the whole nine. But alas, the only thing I feel now is more pregnant.

The cutest gender neutrals I could find. Also, super cheap. All of this for under $20. My favorite is the duck cardigan.

My sleep is still not great. I am more comfortable now, thankfully, but now I’m having crazy dreams that wake me up and keep me up. On Friday, I dreamed about a house full of cats. Just looking at me. It really freaked me out. Then I made the mistake of watching It Takes Two on HBO, which stars the Olsen twins. Shudder. The next night, I don’t remember the dream, but it kept me up from 3 am to 6 am. We had to get up to meet a friend for breakfast, so needless to say,I took a good 4 hour nap later.

Isn’t my life exciting? Yeah, not so much. Chris and I are going out of town for a long weekend in a couple weeks. It’s so needed. It will be the last time we can do something again until October or November, and by then I probably won’t want to go anywhere. So maybe we’ll get some excitement in then. Maybe.

Rage against the husband.

I know that many hormonal pregnant women can relate to this. Last night, I’m cuddling on the couch with my incredibly patient and sweet husband. All of the sudden, for zero reason, I was pissed off at him.

Me: I’m just gonna go sit on that side of the couch for a few minutes.

Chris: Why? Are you feeling ok?

Me: I just feel full of rage at you right now and want to slap you. Really hard.

Chris: (laughing) Alright then. Should I hide the knives?

Poor guy.



First, I apologize to my two readers about being absent lately. I’ll be honest. I didn’t want to blog. I was either busy, or wanting to spend my non-busy time with my husband and schnauzer child.


I really love going to Party City with Chris. He also made me LOL when I said, “I never used to think twice about Party City”, and he quipped, “But now you do think twice?” I love him so much.

I also hosted a bridal shower for my good friend Tamara. It was a lot of fun. I’d never really been to a shower and I’d certainly never hosted one, so I spent lots of time researching fun games like this one:


From left to right: Susie (the other maid of honor), Tamara (the bride), and Jordan (one of the other adorable bridesmaids). 

I am very excited for her wedding on April 8. I’m gonna take my dress in for alterations this weekend and go get some silver shoes. Then I have to start thinking about writing a thoroughly embarrassing toast. Just kidding, Tamara! It will only be mildly embarrassing. (Insert smiley face here)