Mommy Takes a Tumble

This is why I wear New Balance and not stilettos (they also hide the fact that I can't bend to pedicure my feet)

When a woman is enduring the last few weeks of pregnancy - that is, when she feels like she has a planet stuck to the front of her - things get a tad wobbly. The center of gravity is off a bit (pulling from aforementioned planet - naturally). I waddle and I swing my arms with unintentional vigor. I have finally packed away my wedges after much begging from friends and family.

My clumsiness timing is impeccable, as usual.

Sunday afternoon, I returned home exhausted from several hours of church and errand running. Wham-o! Next thing I knew I was sprawled out on the garage floor, crying like a wounded five-year-old. I rolled my left ankle and scraped up my right elbow and knee. Belly remained free of harm, but I still bawled my face off. 



Shawn scooped me up like a newborn and carried my hysterical self inside. Walking aint easy, when your body feels like twice its normal size, even when it isn't.

To make matters more fun, I might have a stress fracture in my right foot. That dang foot (a key to proper walking, I've heard) has been giving me issues for the past couple weeks. It is most likely a stress fracture most likely as it isn't swollen and the pain goes away when I don't walk on it. Go figure. I wrap it up at night and keep my butt firmly in my computer chair at work.

Its been a fun ride. Humbly Hobbled and no longer going at 80 miles per hour. I'll just sit right here and wait for birth.

So Long November

It has been a month since I blogged last. Where the heck have I been, you have been silently wondering.I have not had my baby. He still clinging to my ribs and bumping around all morning and night. I still and trucking away at my job. I still have the great fortune to be married to a man who makes my skin tingle when he walks into a room. Not much has changed aside from an aversion to the computer.

I will be posting some photos from November in a very short series to show you exactly what I have been up to. A trip to Crystal Lake, IL and an afternoon in Milwaukee; a visit with my beloved cousin Brooke, two baby showers, my 28th birthday, a birthing class during which I watched another birth, a dreaded cold that feels like the plague, awasp sting, and a glorious Thanksgiving that my family drove many many many hours to attend.

On this day, I have just over six weeks before Henry is born, and the panic is setting in. Its a good panic though, I promise.

Testing, Testing 1-2-3

25 Weeks and the belly is bulging. Happy Hubby and I are betting whether my turkey timer will pop. I think it might, he thinks there is no way since I have the worlds most innie belly button.

In other news, tomorrow morning I go to the doctors for the dreaded Blood Glucose Test. The is the only part of pregnancy I have heard ZERO positive things about. The nasty orange drink, the waiting around, the oh no oh crap I might have to come back for a three hour test anxiety, all are comments I have heard.

There are some many facets of pregnancy that I hear so many blends of love and loathe. This one little test is the only one that is universally found to be annoying. I giggle when I think that I might actually like the gluclose test since my sweet tooth has been ampliflied a thousand times just in the past week or so and I have a thing for orange soda and haven't had it in years. I may even ask for a to-go cup.

What do you think? Probably not?

A to Z

Had a pretty blah  day so I figured I'd give you all even more information that-is-totally-all-me-all-the-time-me-because-you-can't-get-enough-of-lil-ol'-me. If you do a list, link it in the comments section, so I can get to know you better!!

Remy - Super Dog!

A. Age: 28

B. Bed size: King (I bow down to Overstock.com and their low price/$2 shipping)
C. Chore that you hate: Folding Laundry

D. Dogs: Remy, age two. My mutt is my fur-st born son
E. Essential start to your day: Having the hubby press the snooze button (sometimes twice), followed by hair, makeup and a bowl of Cheerios
F. Favorite color: Today it is turquoise
G. Gold or Silver: White Gold, heh heh heh
H. Height: 5’4"

I. Instruments you play: the wood block, and not even very well
J. Job title: Cental Sales Specialist
K. Kids: Baby H to make his debut in January
L. Live: Greenville, SC
M. Mother’s name: Brenda
N. Nicknames: Mo, MoFo, husband parrots the nicknames I give him back on to me
O. Overnight hospital stays: None, Im pretty fortunate
P. Pet peeves: Mouth noises (OhMyGah! Can you chew silently and not slurp puh-leeze!) and being late (I can't stand having to make people wait on me. Drives me bananas, but not nearly as psychotic as mouth noises).
Q. Quote from a movie: "I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries." - French Soldier in Monty Python and The Holy Grail 
R. Right or left handed: Right
S. Siblings: two younger rothers and a younger sister
U. Underwear: I am all for them
V. Vegetable you hate: Raw tomatoes. I know, I know. They're fruit. And they're gross.
W. What makes you run late: My husband
X. X-Rays you’ve had: Spine (my last five vertabrae are outta line), foot (I broke it while acting the fool in college), teeth (stupid wisdom teeth removal)
Y. Yummy food that you make: I craft up a pretty good Korma and Mussels Mariniere
Z. Zoo animal: Polar Bears