I’m kind of a sweat whore and really miss being able to go to the gym for a good hard work out and then hit the steam room. For now I settle for walking the dogs, pregnancy pilates (love this!) and pregnancy yoga.
I also miss drinking wine. I haven’t had a glass of wine since May 2010. I can hear all my friends now, “WHAAAT? No way!” Because, you see, I used to drink wine almost every night at dinner. EVERY night. And now I settle for water. WATER. I can’t wait to turn that water into wine again, which will be awhile since I’ll be breastfeeding. Bless the soul who invented breast pumps so I will be able to enjoy evenings of good food and wine!
I’ve been lucky (knock on wood) so far. Most days I still forget I’m pregnant until I try and bend down and tie my shoes. I thought it would be much harder than this. Maybe that’s why the delivery part is called “labor” because that’s the true hard part.
I’ve been posting more than one of these pictures each week so that by next week, we’ll be caught up to real time. See Week 24
I took this picture while Joe and I were in Vegas for the ‘Call of Duty’ wrap party. This was the bathroom, which was all black except for the kooky faucets. I haven’t seen ‘Black Swan’ yet, but they totally should have filmed a scene here.
My mom is afraid little Pixie here is going to eat the baby. She hasn’t met Pixie yet, and although she is a little trouble maker, I’m not sure I would classify her as a human-eating-kind-of-dog. And since this little boy will come out weighing roughly twice what Pixie weighs, I say “Run for your life Pixie, run!” See Week 23
I have some sort of addiction to metal objects. I’m not sure why or what it means, but I have several metal objects for decor in the house and I would have more, if I didn’t force myself to sit on my hands and not make the purchase everytime I see one I like! But, on this one, there was no stopping me.
This was a find at the Goodwill on my last visit there where I was almost arrested for inappropriate behavior. Puleez!
It’s for the baby room. I don’t plan to decorate in any sort of “baby” theme. I mean, he won’t be a baby forever. Before I know it, he’ll be rolling his eyes at every word I say and asking for the car keys, so I’m going to decorate in a way that will hopefully last a few years before he has his own stupid ideas opinions about what his room should look like.
