So much to say, so much to say

Holy pregnancy did I fall off the wagon with this blog or what? I've been mentally here, sort of, blogging in my head but never translating to paper. TOO. DAMN. BUSY. It mostly stems from work, things have been insane and while I'm very grateful for the job, I'm beat when I get home.

It's been a whirlwind these past few weeks, and then some. I'm 36 weeks pregnant this Saturday and am feeling every bit of it. We'll just leave it at that in an attempt to not sound over dramatic, and to spare you the fun details of what's happening to your body at the end. The end. The END - it's near! I can't hardly believe that in just a few weeks I'll meet this little man. This pregnancy has felt long, but then again looking back it does feel like it's also flown by. It's hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that we'll have another little one around. Brooklyn is it, she's our baby girl, so grown up now and becoming a big sister.

Lets pause and update on that little diva while we're at it. Her vocabulary is insane - she's says anything from 'mommy sit now!' to 'catepilwar', 'ouside','yogur','i like that!', 'be wight back', 'sweet deams!', it just goes on and on. The past two months have been remarkable in watching her change. I love that little mouse more than I can ever describer on paper, she is the best thing that has happened to Dom and I, hands down. She's also been helping in the kitchen lately and would like for me to let you know she'll be hosting a dinner party soon.

We are anxious to introduce her to her little brother, I'm confident she'll do great with the change but also know to expect a few rough patches as we work through giving our time to both.

House projects are still underway, my poor husband has been a freaking rockstar helping get everything ready. He has totally stepped it up and accomplished so many things over the last few weeks that we wanted to get done - I hope to post before and after pics of our room, the baby's room, etc...but considering it's been about 6 weeks since my last update, don't hold your breath.

Speaking of baby's room, my friends at work threw me an amazing shower and HOOKED us up with so many adorable little boy things. I am so grateful, it's such an awesome feeling when people are so generous and thoughtful, it overwhelms me. What also overwhelmed me was all the BLUE as I'm so used to seeing PINK. A balloon was all it took that day to throw me into the reality that my little BOY is almost here.

I've got so much to say, updates to give, stories to tell, but that's it for now folks. I'm hanging in there, almost done making this baby. Stay tuned.

PROJECTS.

I'm 31 weeks now. I'm not a huge belly shot picture taker but I figured at this stage of the game I'll just use it to illustrate a point. See this:

(WHOA MAMA!)

This causes this:

PROJECTS.

I love getting organized, being creative, having the best of intentions to re-do this, re-do that, blah blah blah. But, then life happens and only about a 1/3 of them get done. Except when I'm pregnant. I'm a freakin rockstar getting stuff done around our house.

First on the list is a complete makeover of our bedroom. I'll take before and after shots but I'm replacing everything but the furniture - new carpet, new paint, new comforter, etc...I found our comforter finally which means I can get started with everything. A couple of the colors below will go into this new room, I can't wait to lighten it up and make it the one spot in my house I can go and escape.

I've also been working the baby's room. No big previews, you must wait until the big REVEAL before I can show you what his nursury will look like (like every other baby nursury you've ever seen) but hey - it will be special because HIS.

Dom and I went to Europe in September of 2007 - visited so many places I can't wait to get back to. Before the digital scrapbooking became as popular as it did I decided to put my own together of that trip. I've sat on this forever until recently, you know, because I have nothing else to do. Screw it, if it gets done, great.

Little things are getting done too, cabinets being cleaned out, reorganized my drawers, my closet, Brooklyn's toys, her clothes...MAMA IS ON FIRE.

Watch out.

Nesting much? I think so.

Glucose and such

I went to the Dr. this morning and did my glucose screening test. Bring on the orange drink, let's do this. She handed me the bottle and said I have 5 minutes to drink it, I went and sat down, drank it, and handed it back to her within the minute. I guess my beer chugging days have paid off as she said it must have been a record. I can't be bothered taking my time with that bottle of nasty, I just have to get it done.

I met with my doctor and we went over the same basic set of questions -

How are you feeling? Good, big.
Can you feel the baby kick? He performs several routines to kung-fu fighting on a daily basis, so yes.
Anymore problems with vomiting? Not because of this little guy but I did catch a 24 hour stomach virus last week, thoroughly enjoyed that.

Anything else for me?

Hmmm...I do have a horrible chest cold, can you just write me something for that? You know, the good stuff. Blank stare, the half effort smile, and finally answers with, "why don't you see how it plays out over the next few days and call me back." WHATEVER lady.

Ay ay ay, I am truly trying to focus on this pregnancy and enjoy it, take compliments from people and really appreciate them but the day to day grind coupled with annoying chest colds is making this week a LONG one!

At least I left knowing my chugging skills are still in me, orange drink's got nothing on this mama.

Maternity melt downs.

I'm going to come across as quite the hypocrite in this next post but I'm emotional and pregnant, so it's allowed. Or something.

I'm a hypocrite because when writing about Lena I emphasized what is important to focus on, how to be balanced, cherish the days, etc...and while I do truly mean ALL of it, I am still human. And female. And pregnant. Have I mentioned that yet? ;)

I'm almost 22 weeks along which means I'm for real showing now. I no longer get the "wow, Heather's put on some weight in the belly looks" because it's starting to look like a basketball shoved under my shirt. Not a full sized basketball yet, but getting there. I've slowly given each of my regular pants their 'last wear' (queue TAPS to play in your head), and hung them in the back of my closet. I've busted out the few pieces of clothing I still have from being pregnant with Brooklyn, and here we are.

Except I was showing with her starting about April/May timeframe, i.e., it was hot out. Totally different set of clothing needed for days like today where it's 37 degrees outside.

I had a melt down in my closet twice this week. MELT.DOWN. Probably changed clothes at least 4 times each morning, throwing the majority of them back on the ground, settled on something, left my house giving no response to "bye honey, love you." My poor husband. Not once I did this to him, but twice.

I am hitting that phase where I no longer fit into anything the right way and I needed to fully embrace my need for maternity clothes. Best way to solve that problem: suck it up, go to the mall, suck it up some more and go into Mimi Motherhood or whatever the hell it's called, and buy something.

Nevermind that half of the shirts have the pattern of your grandmother's table cloth with a string under your boobs to accentuate your ever growing belly. As if you really WANT to look MORE pregnant. And what's up with the small dressing rooms? Has anyone else noticed this? In case the owners of those stores forgot, we're PREGNANT. Give us some freakin room.

Then there is the "how much do I spend" conflict. Depending on what I'm buying I usually don't think too much about the price, as long as it's reasonable - but maternity clothes, they get you. You're trapped, you're the sucker, and next thing you know cha-ching, they hand you your receipt for all the clothes you just bought that you just wear for the next 4-5 months. "Oh really? You think I look great in this over sized trash bag looking blouse? Really? Oh okay, sure, I'll take it!

So what if this is my vanity getting the best of me. For me, I still feel the need to be slightly tasteful in my preggo attire and sorry if I don't want to look like I stepped out of the Duggar family trailer. I mean - love their denim and plaid, really do, but not for me.

For the love of baby jesus, and all babies for that matter, can someone please design cute, afforable, (I shouldn't even say it - gasp!) stylish maternity clothing!?