Uncomfortable office chairs, flowers and a countdown

Holey smokes it's Wednesday. Yay! I've always been a fan of hump day, especially now since it means I only have two days left of sitting on my very uncomfortable office chair while trying to crouch over my desk and type. Ahhh the joys of the third trimester.

Official countdown to my due date: 16 GLORIOUS DAYS

How many days I am hoping will go by before she comes: 4? 5? Maybe 7?

Common now, I'm hoping she cooks as long as she needs to but I just want to meet her. As does everyone else, right? So keep your fingers crossed for a little early, HEALTHY arrival.

In other news, I received these AMAZING, perfect, wonderful flowers at my office today. They were discretely signed "Fiona" with a clever little note. However, the hubs has since fessed up to the dirty work (sneaky, eh?). They absolutely made my day...and probably my whole month. Awwww.....

Future daddies-take note.

Holidays are here-ish

Well, with our impending nugget on the way I've pretty much been shopping for Christmas presents since October. Yes, I am prepared. That doesn't mean I'm finished...I'm not that good.

One second in the malls and you know the holidays are here. There is holiday music blaring, red and green explosions of color everywhere you look and yes, HOLIDAY SALES. Which I am in love with, obviously. Black Friday-look out. The hubs and I have plans to check out one store at midnight and we mean business. We can't sleep lately anyhow, so we might as well shop till we drop (the non-sleeping is a whole other story...basically I'm using pregnancy as an excuse...and we think he just might have a sleeping disease).

So...I am hoping all of you have found the "leaked" black Friday ads and are excited as I am. It's really the holiday BEFORE the holiday.

What's that you say? There is Thanksgiving first? Yeah, well no one else seems to care anymore so why should I? Thanksgiving is like the ugly step child of the holiday season. Don't act offended and put off...you know I'm right.

Ok, well happy almost Thanksgiving and here's hoping you all have a GREAT one. Eat all you can. Act like your pregnant. I dare you.

I'm just over 32 weeks here...thought you'd like to see how giant I've gotten.

Countdown Update!

Well, we have hit what I think is another milestone.

30 DAYS UNTIL MY DUE DATE!

Only one more month to go! However, we all know that I could pass that day by without any sort of labor progression at all. In that case, I will be induced no later than one week past my due date.

We pretty much have all the necessities done at this point, so we are ready and excited for her to arrive! I have some little things to do here and there, and a few big things but none of it is anything that would be disastrous if she were to unexpectedly come early.

Luckily, we have Thanksgiving right around the corner to distract us from thinking about everything and constantly counting down the days. Not to mention...I get to eat whatever I want this Thanksgiving and not feel bad about it. Ha! Ahhhh...I couldn't have planned it better if you ask me.

So baby watch begins soon. I'll try to get a picture up on here of our nursery so those of you who haven't seen it can. I really tried to make it a baby wonderland, but you can be the judge!

Ahh...I heart weekends.

Heyo and happy sunny Monday!

An update from last post: I have since gone to my family doctor (a.k.a. my father...aren't I a lucky panicked first time mom?) and he measured my giant belly. NOT TO WORRY-BABY FAID IS MEASURING JUST FINE. One inch off. No big deal. They were probably measuring me from the wrong spot...or just trying to mess with my emotions.

Since that day, Jamie and I have tackled baby to-do's like it's our job. Well, it kind of IS our job. So we tackled. This weekend, hubby dearest (that is what we will refer to him as when he is a wonderful, errand running, mommy-helping, chore-doing, yes-man) ran baby errands with me on Friday, installed both car seats and taught me how to use them on Saturday, helped me clean the ENTIRE dirty house and bought me a frosty.

Yes, that last one is a baby to-do. It's almost always on my list.

Not to mention, we got some quality hang time with Gizmo, which I feel is probably necessary so that he stops chewing up our stuff. This is his preparation for our little nugget. And I mean, let's face it...our little family needs to hang (and nap) as much as possible before baby arrives. Embracing the quiet. We are also embracing R-rated movies that will soon be inappropriate in front of tiny, baby eyes.

I said R-RATED folks...not X-rated. You are all sick.

Ok, well it was an absolutely glorious weekend. Hope it was the same for all of you and your Monday didn't suck too much and ruin your weekend glow.

I'm off to ponder the consumption of more Frostys.

Our sweet new stroller. Even the hubs thinks this one is cool enough to push.

Baby Faid Update! They tell me the end is in sight....

Loyal followers (and losers who just NOW started reading...just kidding), this JUST IN. 

I had a baby appointment today and the doctor and nurse both said something about being in the "homestretch" of this pregnancy. I of course perked up and then told both of them I am trying not to think that way because otherwise I'll make myself crazy. Better off that I just assume I'll deliver late than hoping beyond hope that I'll somehow deliver RIGHT ON my due date. Ridiculous. No one is that lucky.

In other news, I have learned something important. Baby is officially head down, which is a good thing. This is the way we want her. Babies do not come out feet first, in case you wondered.

However, baby is measuring on the small side all of a sudden. The doc didn't seem at all concerned but I'd be lying if I didn't say I was a tiny bit worried about this. If I'm still measuring small in about 2 weeks when I go in (yes, I thought I'd be going in every week at this point, but this doc said no....who knows) I'll request an ultrasound. I don't care if they think I need it. It's my kid and I'll request it if I want. Yes, pregnancy has made me demanding. It's also possible I've always been this way. Hmm....

But all in all, her heartbeat is good and she's kicking like a maniac in there. So I'm a happy mamma-to-be.

Just a thought...if they are wrong and we actually have a boy...we are really in a pickle. I mean, the nursery is a pink wonderland and so are most of her clothes. Some people have asked me what I'd do if that were to happen and to be honest, we are stuck with most of her stuff at this point. So we'd be storing it away in hopes of future use. Jamie would probably tell you that we'd be getting back on the baby train ASAP because he thinks I'm a baby machine...

Well friends, drink some caffeinated beverages for me. Until next time.

More Great Advice...and other hilariousness.

A friend of mine sent me a fantastic little email (a.k.a. "forward" but when I actually enjoy the contents of these inbox fillers, I kindly call them "emails") today with some AMAZING, UNFORGETTABLE pregnancy advice. Check it out.

Quoted from random forward:

Q : I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?

A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.

Q : What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?

A: Childbirth.

Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.

A: So what's your question?

 

Also, you should all know that our lovely little dog Gizmo has recently turned into a mini terror. He has apprehended not one but TWO baby things that were not yet put away in Fiona's nursery drawers and chewed one to bits. He has also rolled in his own poo twice in one week.

My conclusion from this behavior is that he's on to our games with this baby. He knows he is about to be upstaged by something that poos on herself several times a day, so I'm sure he figures "why the hell not roll in my poop-at least I get some attention afterward."


The good news is that Jamie is finally having to bathe him when I'm not there, so that's probably good experience. The bad news is that he didn't clean him all the way last time and Gizzy still smelled like turds. Oops...Nicole to the rescue.

Here is a recent photo of the Giz himself...so maybe he's a little spoiled.

I doubt he will be giving this spot up anytime soon.