Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Pregnancy Brain...

...Leads to disjointed thought process. Though to make it sound purposeful and literary, let us instead title this post "Stream of Consciousness". Proceed.

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My mom threw me a baby shower and it was grand. We got spoiled, no two ways about it. I think we are ready for this little Eggmund to make his Eggtastic debut...



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My swollen ankles have taken on a life of their own. Just to boost the attractability levels, only righty really swells up, so I'm left with one elephant leg and one normal leg. Chew on that visual, why don't ya.

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I need to stop buying baby clothes. I swear the addiction is getting worse the closer we get.

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I really love my hubby. He's taken such good care of me this pregnancy (which, in his mind, means giving me lots and lots and lots of lectures about eating and resting). I think his fears about being a dad have now morphed into total excitement...He told me the other day that he "just can't wait" for Eggmund to get here. We got him a front carrier to sling Egg-baby around in - there was a lot of trying-on, strap adjustments, color consideration, etc. that went into this purchase. It's hanging in our downstairs closet all ready for the big debut. That Nicholas is going to be one amazing daddy...

I hope Eggmund can look this studly in his new hat.
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I miss working out. Isn't that sick? I'm really sad that I can't bust a gut in the gym anymore (I'm on probation from gym rat status via Nick and Celia's conjoined bossiness). I hope that I'm able to kick my butt back into gear quickly after Eggmund arrives...

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One of my 1st grade students at work (who is 3" tall and weighs 78lbs) snuck out of his bedroom at 3am and ate an entire sheet cake him and his parents had baked the night before for his mom's birthday. His dad grounded him from snacks for the rest of the day (a BIG DEAL in this kiddo's life), and gave him quite the stern talking-to, so this student came in very dejected and remorseful. He also felt the need to confess his sin to everyone he saw - including, but not limited to, the front office secretary, the occupational therapist, random parents walking around the halls, and the school janitor. When he told Mr. Jim the janitor that he had "eated mama's cake" Mr. Jim asked him if it was at least good. My student got big tears in his eyes and looked up and said, "Yeah, Mister Jim, it was weal good."

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My dog loves all the new baby toys. Nick and I love teasing her with all the baby toys by burying her in them and then making her "LEAVE IT!" It's a fun game, enjoyed by all.

Yes, that is the cat in the moses basket in the corner of the background.


If I can't eat them, maybe I'll just smell them.

Poor, poor Sheeba.

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Look, a balloon artist made me a pregnant dog! See its little balloon embryo in there? Sadly after a few days the middle shrunk down and it looked like some horrible ectopic balloon pregnancy.


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I think Nick is nesting. (Guys can nest too, right?) He went on a bender today and decided he needed to steam clean all the carpets, including the stairs. Hey, whatever makes the boy feel prepared for fatherhood, right?!

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