Cankles, Heartburn, and Weddings . . . OH, MY!

The past two weeks feel as though they have been the busiest, craziest, and longest two weeks EVER!

It all started with my youngest sister's wedding. That's right -- "That Girl" (aka "That Engaged Girl") got married. It was beautiful, tiring, stressfull . . . and I didn't even really do anything.

Apparently, in my family, being pregnant gives you an automatic "Get Out of Wedding Duties Free" card. Unfortunately, for my Hubby, he had to take up the slack.

My mom made him her personal assistant, to be called upon for all heavy-duty decorating/setting up jobs. Thankfully, my husband and mother have a great relationship . . . which means he doesn't mind being ordered around and not thanked for a couple of days. (although, he doesn't appreciate it when I try it! Hmmmm -- I need to learn what my mom's secret is.)

The Little Lady was one of the flower girls and, in my humble opinion, was freaking A.D.O.R.A.B.L.E!!!!

(ignore my crazy, big, pale face (without a neck, apparently) in this picture; I have NO idea what was going on)

The poor thing was exhausted though; we barely got her to walk down the aisle and she crashed the minute it was all over.



Not that I blame her. If only I could have convinced someone to hold my big ol' pregnant self while I napped . . .

Oh, yeah, speaking of being pregnant -- the cankles and heartburn. So, I've entered a new phase in this pregnancy. Feet swelling . . . ankles puffy . . . heartburn that lasts for HOURS. Ugh and ugh again, I say.

The good news is that I have less than 100 days left . . . and only 3 days until the 3rd trimester starts. The bad news . . . this is the part of the journey where everything gets worse.

Yay for me!

On a side note -- is anyone else slightly creeped out by the floating baby in my little count-down widget? Is it just me? Yeah? Ok.

The Great Debate

I'm tired of going round and round and round with my husband and father-in-law over today's topic. Ugh -- BOYS!

It has nothing to do with my future son -- we're not arguing over his name, the clothing he will wear, or whether or not he will be allowed to play with dolls.

We're arguing over this:





First of all -- ignore the ridiculous rug (it's no longer alive), the couch with it's bad slipcover (my new furniture arrived YESTERDAY), and the entire set up of the living room . . . everything is different now.

No, I want your attention directed to the trim/molding in this room. This is the point of our dissension.

I want to paint the woodwork a creamy white, to match the cream colored trim, molding and cabinetry in the kitchen; we have an open floor plan . . . to me, the look of white trim butting up against the natural wood trim is disjointed. In addition, despite a wall of windows, our living room is a naturally dark room -- thanks to North/South facing windows. The darker trim only exacerbates the dark look of the room. FURTHERMORE, the majority of our furniture is a completely different wood color . . . and it drives me NUTS that everything looks different!!!!

I WANT TO PAINT THE TRIM!

(plus, if the trim is painted, I feel that we will have more options as to what the drywall panels (in between each vertical trim piece) can be painted . . . because, YES, I want to paint those too)

But, my "boys" have reacted to this desire as though it's a travesty, a terrible act against humanity and all wood craftsmen.

Can I do all of this painting by myself right now? No.
Do I want this project completed before the baby arrives? Yes.
Will my father-in-law & husband help me? NO!

Am I really so crazy by wanting to paint the trim in our living room and dining room?

I need answers from objective perspectives. Should I put my foot down and insist that the trim is painted? Or, should I give in to the male voices, suck it up, and just live with what I've got?

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Ugly Side of Switching to a Big Girl Bed

This morning, I suffered the scariest moment of my Mommy-Life. I found the Little Lady . . . .

ON TOP OF HER CHANGING TABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We switched her to her Big Girl Bed this weekend; until yesterday, it was a fairly smooth process, with only one bad night (she was awake till nearly 1am the first night) and one bad day of naps. Fortunately, after that, she began to go to bed easily and has been sleeping through the night (and back to her normal nap schedule).

Then, YESTERDAY arrived and delivered a naughty revelation to the Little Lady's mind: she realized that she doesn't have to stay in her big girl bed if she doesn't want to. Sigh.

The result of that knowledge? Her sock drawers and PJ drawer were completely emptied during naptime . . . . as well as the entire, brand new container of wipes! Grrrrrr.

Then, last night, the Little Lady woke up at 2 am and didn't go back to sleep till around 4:30! She wasn't just awake . . . she was WIRED the entire time.

When we first realized she was awake, we decided not to go in her room as she wasn't crying. The Little Lady was simply awake, singing to herself and playing with her Fisher Price aquarium. (Oh, yeah -- just because we got rid of the Baby Crib didn't mean we could get rid of everything -- the aquarium HAD to stay)

It was when she started kicking the wall OVER AND OVER that Hubby decided to go in (and, knowing he was tired and not really in the mood to deal with a wide awake toddler, I followed).

I swear -- that kid acted like she had a hidden stash of chocolate somewhere in that room. She was absolutely NUTS! Out of her bed, turning on every musical toy and dancing like a crazy woman . . . singing, laughing. Even though it was nearly 3 am by this point, it was hilarious to watch her; we couldn't help but laugh because her behavior was so spastic -- completely different than normal.

I thought that this "middle of the night" behavior would be the worst of it.

I was wrong.

This morning that little rat climbed up her changing table so she could look out the window; I found her when I went in to get her up for the day. I nearly had a HEART ATTACK! (yes, it was that dramatic)

Needless to say -- the changing table is leaving the room TODAY!

Sigh . . . and I wonder why I am tired all of the time.

She's ALIVE!

FINALLY, I'm getting around to writing here . . . and thinking (just a bit -- don't want to wear myself out or anything). I have to admit, I'm a little boggled by life right now.

What happened to the blogger who once faithfully wrote and posted each and every day?

What happened to the woman who cleaned her house and cooked each meal?

What happened to the Mommy who looked forward to craft time with her daughter?

The answer to each question: "Um . . . . she's a little tired and very unmotivated right now."

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So many women (and books) told me that, once the second trimester hit, I would feel like a new person: renewed energy, renewed sex drive, and a renewed outlook on life.

Um . . . . I'm less than 30 days from the start of the 3rd trimester and absolutely NOTHING has renewed itself over the past two and a half months.

I feel like such a worn-out loser. Through out the day, I have enough energy to get the Little Lady out of her "Big Girl Bed" (more on that later), fix a few measly snacks and meals, and read "Brown Bear, Brown Bear" twenty times.

That's IT.

Ok, yeah, so I'm growing a whole other person . . . but STILL! I talk to and see other pregnant women who seem to have an overabundance of energy and drive. Me? Definitely not so much.

It's not like I just lay around, wasted and exhausted -- I don't. I'm not lethargic . . . just "un-energetic." I promise there's a difference!

So, anyway, so much for the glorious, golden 2nd trimester. I guess it's only fair since I never had morning sickness or any of the other nasty 1st trimester woes.

I'll stop complaining now. :)