Epic Fail

After my post on Friday, I was so energized! My dad actually spent his Friday evening helping me tear through all of those giant boxes, and we put together the changing table, glider and the travel system. They all look great, and I was thrilled with all three purchases (pictures to come soon).

Saturday I was so excited with the progress that I decided to postpone my previous plans...a HSM movie marathon in my new glider (don't worry, that will happen soon...no I am not ashamed). Instead, I decided to continue on my journey of preparing for Baby Chase.

Failure #1:
Yesterday I called in a refill of Nexium to my local Publix Pharmacy. If you've been following my pregnancy, you know that Nexium is not something I go a day without...it has been a Godsend! So when I arrived at the Pharmacy and they told me they were out of the pills until Monday, I was unhappy to say the least. I asked the girl behind the counter why they did not call me to inform me of this. No response. So I then asked what was I supposed to do...because I was not going one day without my lifesaver! She went and spoke to the Pharmacist and he emerged a few minutes later with the last 6 Nexium caplets they had in stock. There now, was that so hard? But at this point I'm aggravated.

Failure #2:
In anticipation of finally installing the car seat, went and had my car washed and then vacuumed it out thoroughly. Then went home only to discover that, once installed, it becomes nearly impossible to fit a passenger in the car! Talk about a disappointment. So I've since taken two trips to Babies R Us, and spent hours online researching new travel systems. I'm thinking I may have to do some experimenting with installation with/without base, etc. But tomorrow we are hitting all the local stores to pick out a new system. Grrr! All this stress has got me so aggravated that my feet swelled up to the size of watermelons!

Currently it is 5:15am Sunday morning. I have hardly slept all night, and now I've been up for at least an hour, and had the pleasure of introducing last night's dinner to the toilet :( I'm supposed to teach Sunday School in four hours, so I'm going to try and go back to sleep now. Thanks for letting me vent...even if nobody reads this far :)

Time Keeps Tickin'

Tick, tick, tickin'...time keeps tickin' away! Woo hoo! Can I tell you how amazing it feels every time I open up my blog, look at the ticker, and see "about 33 days to go"??? I LOVE it!

I am definitely ready for this little booger bear to make his appearance. So today I began anxiously nesting to prepare for his arrival (hopefully sooner rather than later). I began by doing an inventory of everything we already have, then listing the things we still need. I've got a legal pad FILLED with lists of this nature. I know it's a little anal retentive, but I'm doing my best to stay organized working with what little space I currently have.

This afternoon was FUN. We picked up all of Chase's nursery furniture! And thanks to everyone's generous gifts, I was able to use gift cards to pay for everything except the glider (because it was at WalMart and my gift cards are to Target)! But what an amazing blessing! I'm not setting up the crib yet, but I went ahead and got it because I had a one time opportunity to get 10% off things on my registry (and baby furniture never goes on sale!). So off to storage it goes. Now to put everything together...definitely wish Kevin were here for that ;)

I not only inventoried "stuff," but tonight I did a clothing inventory. We held off on buying clothing for awhile (good advice from my wonderful husband), and now that the shower is over we know what is okay to buy, and what we have plenty of. Now to wash it and find a place for it all...

Here's a glimpse into the madness that is my world right now. That's the glider, changer, and note the corner piled high with all kinds of goodies. There's still TONS of stuff in the playroom that I haven't gotten to yet. I'd be overwhelmed if I wasn't so darn excited!

It's The Little Things

My back hurts. Bad. Most of the time I can cope with it, but today it was the worst it has been yet. I went to Babies R Us, and then ran over to Wal-Mart for a quick trip. By the time I reached Wal-Mart I was needing a cart just to lean on. By the end of the short trip, I was literally limping. I'm sure I looked completely pathetic. But every time I stepped with my left foot, awful pain would just shoot up my back. So I was moving terribly slow.

Walking back to my car, I realized that I was still pushing the blasted cart, which meant an extra sixty or so painful steps to drop it off and get back to my car. I had tears in my eyes. Thankfully, someone saw how pathetic I looked, and stopped me halfway to the cart return and took the cart off my hands. To that sweet boy, whoever you are, you have no idea how much your simple act of kindness blessed me today. Thank you!

Raindrops on Roses and Whiskers on Kittens

Before you break out into song, I assume you already realize that I am blogging tonight about a few of my favorite things. I think I've whined enough recently, so it's time to talk about something positive. So here are a few things that I simply can't live without...

This is the best flat iron I have ever owned. While it is not the fancy expensive Chi that everyone swears by, I am definitely crazy about this one. It is the perfect temperature, it has automatic shutoff, I can straighten all of my hair in 10 minutes flat, and most important, it's really cute. I went through 4 different flat irons this winter before I settled on this one, and now we just have to see if it can stand up to the abuse I put flat irons through (I can usually only keep one for 1 - 2 years before it commits suicide).

Schick Intuition razors. Razors with the shaving cream already built in? Yes, please. I am by no means a quick showerer (that is definitely not a word). So anything I can do to save some time and hot water gets a thumbs up in my book. These are my absolute favorite, and worth the expense. Although at Christmas time they usually have "gift" versions at WalMart for cheaper, and I buy out their stock which lasts me for months. Worth every penny.

Here's a new favorite. Cover Girl Lash Blast Length Mascara. I'm a big fan of never leaving the house without make-up. If I'm forced to do so, I at least have on a good coat of mascara. When it comes to mascara, I'm a big fan of length, not volume. I do my best to avoid tarantula lashes. This product boasts an "elasta-nylon" formula that doesn't flake off. And it doesn't! Combine that with a perfect little brush that I don't think would make tarantula eyes if you tried, and you have a great product on your hands. PS - Speaking of eyes, I can't live without my NYC Pearlized Black liquid eyeliner. At $1.72 a tube, I am smitten!

Last but not least, we have Herbal Essences Bleach Blonde. I have been doing my own color for several years now. This started for two reasons: A. I couldn't stomach paying $100+ to get my hair colored anymore, and B. The $100+ hurts even more when no one does your color exactly the way you want it. So I figured it was worth a try. And after a few product changes, and one night of leopard spots (thanks Ashley. lol.), I really like the outcome. I realize that it's a little bold, and definitely not everyone's style. But I like it. And for $5.97 a box, even my husband likes it ;)

So here's my question...what are some things YOU can't live without???

So Long, Dignity

It was nice knowing you. I appreciated my privacy while it lasted. Unfortunately it seems, somewhere during this pregnancy, we have parted ways. I miss you.

Six months ago, I really took my privacy for granted. I could do and say whatever I wanted, and no matter what people thought, they pretty much kept it to themselves. Now it seems everything I do is a matter of public record and therefore open to public scrutiny.

My eating habits haven't changed too much with pregnancy. Sure, there's a little more ice cream involved, but nothing drastic. I'm definitely not "eating for two." Nevertheless, everyone wants to comment on the eating habits of pregnant people (whether it actually applies to me or not).

Being seated at Cracker Barrel tonight, the hostess took me to one table, then stated that I probably wanted more room for my belly, and moved me to another table. (Thank you, by the way. There were fewer people to stare in the other room.)

When I first read the "pregnant" on the test, I was so excited about my little bundle of joy. Little did I know that what I was really in for was nine months with a ravenous parasite who has been executing an extremely well-planned attack on my body. One by one, he has taken over my body part by part, until I hardly recognize the girl in the mirror. The most recent part to fall victim is my back. Every step, turn, sit and stand is painful. I've tried to use a heating pad, but that only works for so long. So I hobble...like a 90-year-old woman. I am sure that I look like there's a reindeer up my butt. No matter how good your hair looks, or how well you are dressed, when you walk like I do, you can't avoid the stares. Would anyone like to volunteer a pair of crutches so that I can avoid the use of my legs as much as possible? I think that might help.

When Good Dreams Go Bad

It's no surprise that pregnancy comes with all kinds of crazy dreams. But last night's was such a doozy that I couldn't resist sharing. Are you ready for this?

I dreamed that one of Dakota's back legs just fell off. There was no accident, no trauma, no blood. In fact, I would not have even noticed had I not seen the missing limb standing (yes, standing up straight...by itself) across the room from me. Of course that freaked me out. So I went to find Dakota and she has a gaping black hole where the leg used to be. And another leg has apparently sprouted to take its place, because she is just going about business as usual.

So of course, being the good "mommy" that I am, I called the vet...who was in no hurry to see her. Apparently limbs that fall off like baby teeth aren't top priority to the vets in this area. But this is the most disturbing part. I placed the leg in a to go box (yes, from a restaurant), and while I was on the phone with the vet, Dakota ate through the box and I found her gnawing on her own leg! Gross!

Thank God I woke up at that point, or who knows what would have happened next. So, Psychology majors...analyze that if you dare.

Boy, was I relieved when she got home from daycare with all limbs intact. P.S. - Kevin check out her back legs in the top picture...no more dew claws :)

This Little Piggy

Let me tell you about these little piggies. Not only did they go to market. They ate the market, went back for seconds and haven't had thoughts about running anywhere in a long, long time. Six more weeks...