Thursday, March 17, 2011


Changes are upon us. The seasons are changing, my waistline is changing, our house is changing, my age changed last Saturday. I am now a 26 year old on my last Spring Break without kiddos. I will never again leave for Spring Break knowing that I get a week off from kids. I will no longer be able to sleep in, although I'm not sure you can call it sleeping in when you're up at 8 am. I will no longer be able to enjoy the bliss that is not having anything planned or to plan for for an entire week. Yes, in 41 days mine and hubbies lives will forever be changed. I will never again be childless over the summer or breaks or long weekends.

I'm starting to get very panicky. I need to stop reading a certain book about expectations during the first year of Jameson's life. But I am fully prepared to deal with a snake bite if that situation ever arises. I"m a little iffy on the bath time situation. I need to stop watching TV shows about babies being born every minute--seriously it's not comforting to hear about babies being stuck. I don't want a baby stuck in me. Or pushing for hours and hours without an epidural or pushing for hours and hours to find out that you do in fact need a C-section. Sometimes being a nerd does nothing but stress me out. Sometimes too much information is not a good thing. Sometimes having access to a computer 24/7 is not a good thing. Poor hubs has banned me from reading THAT book after 7 pm.

I'll be honest this being pregnant business is work. I have it far better than some other preggos and it makes me feel guilty when I complain but I have not seen my feet from a standing position in about 3 months. I'm as big as a freaking house and have no idea how I'm supposed to continue to grow for another 6 weeks. I'm at the point where when I sit down I instantly feel like I'm crushing Jameson. I'm so hungry all the time but fill up so fast. I think I was pretty normal for the first two trimesters but I've officially bought a ticket to the "crazy hormonal pregnant lady" show. I feel like a big blob that is the farthest thing from cute, attractive or sexy (not that that adjective was thrown around a whole lot by myself before this event). I know, I 41 days I'll get to meet the reason for this feeling of "what did I sign up for again"? But I find myself waffling back and forth about that too. I mean who is ever really ready to be a parent? Honestly. But it's too late to push stop and rewind and I wouldn't take it back even if I could. I might also have a slight case of being impatient...patience never was my strong suit, ironic as I make a living working with 27 six and seven year olds.

Nonetheless, changes are upon us and we are continuing on this path and right now that path includes washing his teeny tiny clothes.
Seriously, those are the tiniest socks I've ever seen.

Teeny tiny shoes

34 weeks and 1 day.

Friday, March 4, 2011

An Arizona Snow

Here in Southern Arizona it's not often we see snow falling from the sky unless we happen to be up in the mountains surrounding our bustling little town. But last Sunday we got it. The hubs woke me up at 7:00 when he let the dogs out to show me the snow and this sleepy preggo went back to sleep until about 8:00ish and then I decided to play with my camera...which I love by the way.
Our backyard from the Arizona room.

They thought they would go explore.

Then they wanted back in.

I decided to venture outside and take pictures.

The two trouble makers wondering what momma is doing.

Apollo thought he would come explore with mom. Doesn't he look like the saddest dog?

Venturing back inside with his sister going "So, how was it?"

Me, 31 weeks preggo playing with reflections. Please ignore the hubbies motorcycle boots. They were the nearest pair of shoes I could get my feet in.

Here's what the hubby was doing while I was played in the snow.