Let It Snow!!!

I'm posting this one a bit late, but what the hell. Over the Thanksgiving weekend, Mike, Nick, and I went to our house in Wenatchee with our friends Ed, Amanda, and their daughter Madison. We had got the kids all jazzed about playing in the snow when we arrived, but were disappointed to see that it was blue skies over Wenatchee and dry. No snow to play in. To make up for there being no snow, we promised the kids we'd take them to Stevens Pass on our way home and let them play for a while. That seemed to help fight off any potential whining. Well, Sunday morning rolled around and I heard kids outside squealing and laughing. It had to be about 8 in the morning. I hadn't heard or seen the neighbor kids all weekend. It had to have snowed over night! I looked out my window and low and behold, there was a good 3 inches on the ground. Nick and Madison were already up getting their snow gear on. It worked out great so we didn't have to stop at the pass.

We started heading home and loved the view of all the snow and as soon as we hit the Index area, there was no more snow. Suddenly, we got to Hwy 9 near Snohomish and it started to snow. What?!! It was a very light and subtle snow, but the further North we went and got closer to home, it started to pick up and dump. It had only been snowing in Arlington for about an hour and already quite a bit of accumulation. We got home around 3pm. It NEVER stopped snowing! It lightened up Monday morning a little, but not enough to let me get in my car and head to work. The night before, I decided to run to Lowes in the snow to pick up some faucet covers. THANK GOD! Monday morning, there was easily over a foot of snow. A FOOT. We took Titan outside to play for a while and the snow went up past his arm pits. He had to hop through the snow to get through it. It was awesome to see him play in it. Trees toppled down from the Greenbelt and landed in our back yard and are still currently resting against our house. No property damage, though.



After the snow dumpage, everything froze. The temperatures have been between 10 and 15 degrees! Record snow levels, record temperatures, and record rainfall all in the month of November! It's not even winter yet. And they said we were in the middle of global warming and El Nino. LIARS!!! Mike and I think it's some sort of weather conspiracy. I say we go back to polluting. It's clearly not affecting anything.

Well, it's not quite done, yet. We're expecting another 3-6 inches this afternoon and into tomorrow morning. We shall see if we get more trees in our back yard and if I get to make it into work tomorrow. Snow days aren't as fun when you're an adult. It kind of feels like prison. BORING.

Giving Thanks

Thanksgiving was held at Mike's mom's house this year. I was very grateful that she wanted to do it this year. Every time I've had it at my house, I've ended up having some sort of panic attack. Everyone wants to land in the kitchen and suffocate me in the process. My first year doing Thanksgiving (about 4 years ago) I thought for sure I'd have a heart attack. I had been cooking my turkey all day (for the first time) and it had about an hour to an hour and a half to go. People were eager to get the casseroles baked and pulled the turkey out early to bake their stuff. The turkey was sliced into and it wasn't totally cooked. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays because I love to eat. I probably had 2 or 3 bites and I was done. Ready to puke. The anxiety was awful. I learned my lesson and will no longer help out with getting the holiday going without a full glass of wine to get me through it. Luckily, with Rita taking on the task of hosting Thanksgiving this year, wine was unnecessary. It was probably one of my favorite Thanksgivings to date. Everything was perfect. The food was wonderful, the company was fantastic, and the atmosphere was completely stress free. My parents and my younger brother attended the Moody Thanksgiving this year, too. First time! They had a wonderful time and I was so happy and glad that they were able to be there. It was fun. As long as they'll accept it, I'd like my mother-in-law and Dan to carry the holiday torch from now on. That means Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and any other event that requires a lot of people. Their house is perfect for it and they do such a great job. They're able to keep their cool and manage a huge feast without having to slip some Jack Daniels on the side in order to not completely lose it. Kudos, Rita and Dan!

Coughing Can Be Dangerous

Another embarrassing topic. The other day, I was at home by myself eating my crappy dinner. Mike was out with some friends so I took the liberty to just enjoy my time by myself. While I was drinking my beverage, I got some down the wrong pipe and started to choke. I was choking the way I love to choke. No one was around so I coughed hard, loud, and crazy-like. You know, usually when you choke there are people around and you want to get the embarrassing coughing episode over with as soon as possible so you can get back to the conversation at hand. Since no one was there I was able to go on a spastic rampage coughing, gagging, gasping, and coughing some more. Loved it. Finally, the seizure-esque behavior started to hurt my stomach so I leaned back in the recliner and gave one final hard cough to wrap up my choking session so I could get back to watching my show. HACK! And then it happened. I peed myself. That's right. Peed. Just a little, mind you. My plumbing isn't working like it used to. I suppose I haven't been practicing my keagels like I should. "Oh my god!" I had to wiggle myself out of my chair and had to make my way to the bathroom. I couldn't help but laugh. I peed. After taking care of the rest of my "business", I made it upstairs, changed my clothes and through the "soiled" clothes in the wash. I cleaned up and was able to finish eating my crappy dinner and watch my show. I'm going to try to start drinking my beverages a little slower from now on.

Meow

Okay, I'm sharing another one of my weird pregnancy dreams. Last night was really odd. In my dream, apparently I had had my baby in my sleep (wouldn't that be nice). I woke up with a blond haired blue eyed little girl lying on my chest. Mike was smiling at her and she smiled back with the same smile lines as her dad. She was super cute. She had a little pug nose, her hair was styled and her eyes were almost a crystal blue. Then all of the sudden this perfect little girl had become a cat. Fur, pointy ears, and whiskers. Hmm. I was holding her and walked into the bathroom and saw that I no longer had boobs, but I had "teets". I had cat nipples running up and down my chest and abdomen. WTF?!! How the Hell was I supposed to nurse her with these odd chicken pock-like things? Gross. Then I had this awful concern that she wasn't going to be able to participate in any school sports and activities because she wouldn't get big enough to play...because she was a cat. Anyway, there's my creepy dream.

Energizer Bunny

I keep growing, and growing, and growing...

I'm starting to do the waddle. When I try to get out of bed, I have to swing my legs over the side hard enough that it catapults my body up with a nice grunt. Bending is slowly and surely no longer becoming an option. When I put my shoes on, I have to kick them up to my side to make sure the straps are secure. When I go to the gym and have to tie my shoes, I have to take a deep breath and hold it while tying them. It hurts, though. When I bend like that, I push her deeper into my guts. And, yes, I have found my first stretch mark. It conveniently landed under my left boob. It is in a nice hidden area. Oh, well. What can you do?

I'm just ready to be done. I'm quite uncomfortable and ready to pop. Literally. I have one more month of this. I'd seriously like to consider starting to push right now as I type this. Would that be bad? I guess if I do that, I could wind up simply shitting myself and ultimately just making a mess and still no baby. C'mon, Farrah, cooperate with your mommy and start making your way towards the light. Head towards the light!

Ex Mass Tree Tradition

With the holidays right around the corner, I thought I might share some very important Xmas traditions that I like to participate in. These traditions are ones that I usually share with the Lund side. They are very dear to my heart and I hope will never change. We'll start with the tree decorating. Later, as I find time, I will continue to share other Xmas traditions. To begin, every year my brothers and I get together with my parents to help decorate their tree. Sometimes our spouses join us but not always. When we arrive, dad usually has the Tom and Jerrys started. The batter is all mixed and he's beginning to pour. Mom has Xmas music on in the background and last year we were fortunate enough to have the opportunity to listen to our favorite, Roger Whitaker's Christmas. My mom made us listen to it back when we were kids. We used to hate it and make fun of it. Now, we're older, we love it, and we still make fun of it usually resulting in ruining mom's tree decorating experience, another family tradition. Dad fixes us our Tom and Jerrys with just the right amount of alcohol. By the time the tree is completed, we are about two sheets to the wind and ready to get behind the wheel for a good old fashioned holiday drunk driving experience. Back to the tree decorating... my mom has A LOT of ornaments. It's starting to get very difficult to spread it out. In fact, it began to be very difficult about 10 years ago which is when we started some of our tree decorating traditions. My mom saved all our little ornaments we made back when we were kids. They're hideous. Mom loves to have them on the tree, but prefers to have them hidden way in the back where no one can see them. That way she feels like she's doing her part as a good mom in keeping those precious things on the tree every year, but just doesn't have to look at them. So, what do my brothers and I do? We move them from the back to the very front. When we come back to the house about a week later, the decorations have usually since been moved. Out of view, of course. Another fun thing that my brother Steve likes to do is take several ornaments and see how many he can put on one branch before it snaps off. You can always see it from a distance. The tree's branches are all perky except for one that is pointing towards the floor with a whole bunch of colorful ornaments dangling and sometimes resting on the carpet. That, too, is usually changed the next time we come to the parents' house. One last, and wonderful thing we do during the tree decorating is one that people might think is mean. However, in our defense we had to come up with something our mom couldn't change when we weren't around. Mom has a creepy elf that she has had for years. It has a plastic head with BIG sweet eyes with thick eye lashes, rosy cheeks, and a weird plotting smile. The torso is plastic with red fabric wrapped around it with floppy arms and legs made of the same fabric. If it could stand, it would stand about a foot tall. Here's where the mean part comes in. My mom has had a bad back for several years. Because of her bad back, it is unsafe for her to use the ladder. We, on the other hand, have no problem getting up and down the ladder and getting to those hard-to-reach areas. One such hard-to-reach area is the very top of the tree. Of course, the tree topper is a very beautiful angel. She has a lovely white satiny dress and big feathery wings. Well, every year either me or one of my brothers climbs the ladder, takes the creepy elf boy and places his head up the angels dress so he looks like he's checking out her "goods" with his legs spread out and white mittens resting in his plastic crotch. It's a bit pornographic and inappropriate, but it's what makes it Xmas for my family. We always make sure we put the ladder away so she can't make dad climb up and fix it. However, I believe mom and dad have accepted the porno elf as a staple in our tree decorating ceremony. The sad thing is we laugh hysterically over this every single year as if it was the first time we'd ever done it. I have pulled some of the tradition into my own home. I have a little plush Santa Clause that just sits on the tree. It looks like it's arms are open for a hug and his feet are stitched together making a hole in between his legs. Well, I usually place the Santa Clause on the tree with one of the pointy lights sticking through that hole making Santa look like he is aroused and glowing. I love it. The boys are too young to understand the humor in this, but I hope one day they will be able to help create some of their own tree decorating traditions that will disturb us all.

On a side note, my sister-in-law found a green creepy elf and gave it to me last Xmas. Besides being given the okay to get pregnant from my husband, it was probably my favorite gift. I can't wait to make it look up my angel's dress all dirty-like.

Got the Baby Bruise

I have the weirdest thing going on with my skin right now. I discovered it last night. About 4 inches above my belly button is a bruise on my skin that is about the size of a penny, but you can't see it. Not only that, but it hurts if you very lightly brush against it with little to no pressure. The skin is bruised. One of the girls I work with thinks it might be a bruise from the inside, which makes sense. Farrah can only kick me so many times against skin that is paper thin at this point, before I start getting injured.

Last night I was taking some items back to Babies R Us and decided that I needed to get our stroller. I walked over to take a look at what we had registered for one last time before I made that financial commitment. I hated it. It was ugly. It was a sage green with yellow and white plaid. Ick. Unfortunately, it was the only one that had the twisted handle for the baby carrier for a less awkward feel. I knew I'd have buyer's remorse if I pulled out my money to buy that thing, so I chose to continue my adventure of returning items to various stores. I finally landed at Target. I love Target. Why didn't I register for everything there in the first place? I took my one item back and headed towards the baby section for shits and giggles. I just wanted to see what they had in comparison to what Babies R Us carried. I found the strollers. There was one that was almost identical to the one that we registered for, only it was a chocolate brown and taupe color and one grade up from what we originally wanted. Not only that, it was $20 cheaper. Called Mike, got the okay, and purchased the stroller with nothing but buyer's joy.

When I brought it home, Mike really liked it although it was as big as a small car. He put it together and showed me how it worked. I will have to practice a couple times to get it all down though. What I liked best about it was that it is somewhat masculine and still feminine. The other one was way too girly for even me or my daughter. I prefer keeping it pretty neutral. I look at the fact that Mike will have to push that thing around from time to time or just be seen near it. Do I want my incredible hulk man being seen with a sage and yellow plaid frilly stroller, or something that is beefy and still cute enough for his sweet girl? Same thing applied when picking out my diaper bag. There are so many out there that just look like giant purses, but what happens when Mike takes her for the day? Is he going to want to walk around with a big pretty purse or something that looks like Walt Disney pooped all over? No, I went for sporty and fun colors. Mind you, Mike is not one that refuses to hold my purse for me every once in a while, but I don't want to make a habit of it. He's very secure in his masculinity so I don't want to force him to have to start cross dressing because of the baby shit we're picking out for Farrah. That's not very fair for him. I'm just looking out for him.

She Agrees!

I had my doctor's appointment for my 34th week. Six weeks to go (maybe)! Mike expressed to her that he felt we were going to have Farrah early. Her reaction was pretty passive to the comment until she completed my exams. When she was done she agreed with Mike and said she thought we were going to be early, too. She didn't say I "could be" early, she said, "I think she's going to be early, too." From the horse's mouth, early. We are focusing on the 15th of December. That was Mike's dad's Birthday. It would be so incredibly cool to have her birthday shared with his. Very special. Not only that, but it keeps her birthday far enough away from Xmas that it will really feel separate for her. It only puts her 11 days early; no big deal. So, if everyone wouldn't mind focusing on December 15th, I would greatly appreciate it. The more we focus on it, the more likely it will be. Go, Farrah, GO!

Movie Critic

Okay, so I'm going to talk about a movie that Mike and I watched over the weekend and bitch about it. I'm going to explain why I hated it as much as I did and will ultimately tell you how the movie ends. This is something that I never do because I hate it when people spoil it for me. I will give you the title of the movie and if you decide you don't want to know the end then you may want to stop reading. There is my warning. The movie was "The Break Up" with Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston.
Here goes... Fuggin' horrible movie! So, in the movie, "The Break Up", they break up. When it happens in the movie, you can't help but cry. I always put myself in the character's position to really get a feel of the movie. I hated doing that. So, I cried. And I cried some more. All the clips they showed in the previews as being funny, weren't funny at all. They called this a comedy and it really wasn't. It was horribly depressing. The worst part...they don't get back together at the end. C'mon Hollywood! We watch movies to escape our own sad realities. We want to see the guy get the girl in the end, we want to see good defeat evil, we want the main character to live. Why oh why would you make us see something that makes us want to kill ourselves at the end? Yeah, I will not watch that again and I will tell every person that I care about not to watch it. Why would I want someone to go through that? At the end of the movie, I was literally sobbing. You know when you cry so hard that it's hard to breath? That was me. Ridiculous. You'd think I was watching Shindler's List. DON'T WATCH THIS BULLSHIT MOVIE!!! But...do watch "Click". Loved it.

Dear Mike

I know I've told you many times either in a card or in conversation, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. You have made this whole experience with my pregnancy something that I will always cherish. I also want you to know that I know how hard you have worked to make everything as perfect as possible. You've put together our daughter's nursery with a vision that only a dad who is already completely in love with his daughter can see. All the efforts that went towards the co-ed baby shower will always stand out in my mind. I had so many women come up to me to tell me how excited you are and how important it was to you to have the party come together and make me happy. Mike, you make me happy every day. When I see you in the morning, when we talk on the phone, when I see you across the gym, when we walk together at a grocery store, when we watch our shows together, when we lie in bed and just talk, you make me happy. You warm my heart everyday. I always knew I'd be lucky in love, but this is ridiculous. There are times that I feel such pride in our relationship that I think my heart just might burst. I love that we still feel like this for each other after 9 years! 9 YEARS!!! I love you, Mike. I will always love you. And as everyday goes by and I have the privilege to spend more time with you, I love you even more. As you know, you are my favorite person. There is no one who compares to you.

4D and Par-D

We had our last 4D ultrasound appointment today. We could definitely tell that she is fattening up. The technician pointed out that it looks like she has dimples or at least smile lines on her cheeks. She would get that from her dad. It was hard to make out a lot because the cord was in front of her face. Not to worry! It's not around her neck. It is actually in a fine position. The technician also pointed out that the placenta is calcifying, which means it's starting to deteriorate, which means it's getting ready to be done doing it's job. Weird. Also, we knew months ago that she had hair. Boy, did it look different! What was once little faint spikes on her head, now looked like white waves about an inch off her scalp. I've been told that is why I have heart burn. That's going to be pretty neat to see her have all that hair. Reality is sinking in for sure. It's just so fuggin' weird!

Tomorrow, we are having our co-ed baby shower. I'm pretty excited about it. It's going to be a shower for about an hour or two and then a party for the rest of the evening. It's been really cool having guys ask us where we're registered at. I'm so used to having women ask me that. Everyone has been so supportive and great about this and I feel lucky that we have so many awesome friends. It is going to be huge tomorrow! We have to have it at another friend's house because ours isn't big enough to hold that many people in it. I'm really looking forward to it. As a matter of fact, I just might have a half a glass of wine. Don't judge me.

Like A Rock

I have been suffering from some serious insomnia lately. First of all, Mike and I stay up way too late. We may be in bed by 10(ish), but we stay up talking or watching the Daily Show until well past 11:00. Mike usually starts to drift off at that time and slides the remote control in my direction and says good night. Well, I'm usually wide awake. The Light House beacon that blazes from our TV directly into our retinas makes me feel guilty for keeping it on while Mike dozes off. Eventually, I turn off the TV and just sit there. I sit and stare at the ceiling, stare at Titan sleeping soundly, stare at Mike in his deep dream state, all the while feeling very jealous. I can't get comfortable and my mind races. I have to grab my blanket and head downstairs for the recliner. I usually curl up in several blankets, turn on the TV, and get very comfortable. I always feel bad leaving Mike to sleep alone, but it is the only way I can get even the slightest amount of sleep. Sometimes he wakes up from a bad dream and reaches over for me to comfort him, and I'm not there, of course making his nightmare a reality. Sometimes he'll come downstairs and get me around 4 or 5 in the morning to come back up to bed. It's very difficult. For the last 3 nights, even the recliner hasn't helped. That means I haven't been sleeping at all for 3 nights! I think I was getting a total of 8-9 hours of sleep broken up between those 3 nights. Horrible. Tired. Zombie. My doctor gave me excellent news, though. I get to take Simply Sleep, a sleeping pill. I took it last night and slept HARD through the night. I had actually planned on not going to work today if I didn't sleep well. I was in such a deep sleep, Mike woke up to me actually snoring (yeah, right) and didn't have the heart to tell me to shut the hell up, like I usually tell him. I feel refreshed and well rested. I love it when drugs can take care of the slightest little problem.

I'll be popping those again tonight. Can't wait!

Go DEMS!

Last night was like watching last year's game between the Seahawks and NY Giants. Neck and neck and in overtime. We won the house, we just need the Senate. We are so close, too! I am so excited to see what the outcome will be. CNN and FOX didn't think that the Democratic party would be able to pull in Missouri, and look what happened. 99% of the votes are in for both Virginia and Montana and the Dems are in the lead but by only 2000-4000 votes. Crazy. What's also crazy is all the people who voted in a way that said they were content or happy with the direction our country is going. Whaaa?!!!

Two years ago when the presidential elections were going on, I thought I was going to be sick. I was practically in tears. We had people at our house to watch it as if it were the Survivor Finale. We eventually had to shut off the TV and send everyone home so as to not freak out in front of our friends. God, that was awful.
A year later, we went to Germany. That was a little awkward at times. Mike and I had talked about getting some t-shirts made that said, "We didn't vote for him." We were screamed at by some teenagers and we laughed because we had no clue what they were saying, but we had a pretty good idea. We were approached by a couple from England and their German friend to talk politics. It felt good to talk to others about what was going on and let them know how half the country was feeling. It's embarrassing.

So, here the US had the opportunity to be heard and make a change. It looks like we made a good point. I am, however, baffled by how close these races have been, though. How is it that so many of us were and are unhappy with the direction our country has been heading and still vote for the same people that got us to where we are right now. You know the saying, "if it isn't broken, don't fix it"? Well, it's broken and has been broken for quite some time. People need to let go of the idea that if they were born into a family that votes only republican or only democratic, that is the way to vote forever. Just vote for what's right! Mike and I have always considered ourselves republicats. There are some things that we view to be right on the right side and to be right on the left side. It wasn't until this administration screwed everything up that we've leaned FAR to the left.

I'm looking forward to some changes in our country. I'd like to stay here instead of packing and heading up north to Canada. I'm tired of the constant Big Brother feeling. Leave us alone! I believe that in some instances, abortion in necessary, two people who are in love should be allowed to get married and not turned away because of their sexual orientation, and of course, let strippers do their job and let them stand as close as it takes in order for them to pay their bills. It's a job. I really hope our government will start seeing how completely inappropriate it is to combine church and state. Everyone knows those two together can cause a huge problem as we have clearly seen. Anyway, I'm ranting now and this blog is all over the place.

I feel like the Democratic party just won the Super Bowl! YAY!!!

Where the Hell are my links?!! Here, try these:

www.angryalien.com

www.dooce.com

www.stuffonmycat.com

www.theonion.com

Massage Therapy

I've discovered that when Farrah moves around, I get real tired. It's as if I'm getting an internal massage. This tends to be incredibly inconvenient when I'm at work or at the gym. Those aren't the best times to take a nap. Whenever she gets going, I picture myself curled up on my couch in blankets watching something super boring on TV. Then I remember I have contracts to type up or I have to start another set of lunges. Aghh.

I swung by the drug store today to get myself some TUMS because I've been getting some super crazy heart burn. Real heart burn. It feels like I've eaten a York Peppermint Patty, only it's not quite as refreshing. And it doesn't taste that good.

Boring today, but I've inserted some links to look at for pick-me-ups. I love checking out these sites because they're either incredibly stupid or just funny. Enjoy!

Up Chuck

I've been given more sensations from my pregnancy to experience in the home stretch. Up chucking. A lot. Up chucking and then choking on the aftermath left in my throat. How do you explain that to people without getting them to throw up a little in their mouth, too? Sitting, standing, walking, lying down, no matter what I get these constant little hiccup/burps that may or may not be followed by a little surprise at the end. Usually whatever I recently ate followed by some acidy bile. Mmmm.

Another treat I had the pleasure to experience this weekend was water retention. I sensed that I hadn't been getting enough water, but it really showed Saturday night. I was lying on the bed next to Mike talking and looked down at my legs and said, "Holy shit. What is going on with my legs?!" My ankles were a bit wider in circumference than usual. Mike had also noticed it a little puffiness in my face. What?!! I had been so good at getting water except for that day and look how easy it was for my body to take over. So weird. Needless to say, I have been drinking water like crazy since then. I don't feel like adding anymore discomfort to this process than absolutely necessary.

Speaking of discomfort, Farrah is a Dancing Queen. When she is awake, she is ready to run a marathon. With what little room she has in there, she is poking, pushing, kicking, head butting everything. My guts are bruised. I get stomach aches when she's pushing around my stomach.

Finally, I've experienced some bizarre brain farts. Once in particular just happened 10 minutes ago. The Orkin Man came into our office to follow up on our old ant problem. When he asked for me to sign his form he asked me if it was Kathy with a "C" or a "K". I immediately followed with an answer of, "with a C." Dana, in my office started laughing and said, "What?!!" Whatever. She said it was a blond moment, and I will simply blame it on the pregnancy...because I can.

Cuddly Softness

Yesterday, I decided I had had enough of feeling constricted in my clothing. I went to the Everett (Ghetto) Mall to check out what they had in the maternity section of Old Navy. I tried some maternity jeans on and figured they felt good and looked like shit. Oh well, I bought them. While there, I found a cute, fuzzy zip-up one-piece for a newborn. It was super soft and fuzzy with footies, built in mittens, and a hood that had bear ears. I had to get it. I decided this was going to be Farrah's "I'm on my way home" outfit. We'll put her in a onesie with a hat and then wrap her up in this cuddly thing. It'll be like bringing home a kitten! Seriously, it will be the middle of winter and this thing is easy to get a child in and out of, plus it's so fuggin' cute. Mike agreed and therefore it will be so.

I continued shopping, thinking maybe I could find some tights to wear under my clothes while it gets cold out. Perhaps, even find some cute drawstring pants at Macy's. I found some sweet oldschool tights (the kind you put on a little girl under her little Christmas dress), some green cargo pants and a pair of jeans. The jeans are super fun and so are the cargo pants. I forgot about my ugly maternity jeans. I will be returning those. They're awful. I'm not a mom yet and they look like mom-jeans. You know what I'm talking about. It gives you a nice frontal-butt and makes your real ass look round and flat. Very unflattering. I don't get it. They also make you look pachook. "Pachook" is a word that my brother came up with with his hockey teammates years ago to describe a person (particularly a woman). They came up with the word back when the style was to wear stretch pants. Some women would wear their stretch pants and it looked like they had filled their pants full of shit. They were tight around the legs, but around the ass it was flat and saggy; no flattering shape whatsoever. Pachook. This is the look of maternity pants. Not only do you have a full belly, you have a full load festering in your pants. This makes you look like you clearly have issues going on in both of your "ends". Are we waddling because we need to balance the new weight sitting in front of us or are we trying to make sure we don't get any on us while we quickly try to make it to the restroom? That's just what it looks like.

My new pants hug my larger-than-usual ass nicely. They do not make me look like I pooped myself. That is why the maternity pants are going back. I don't want anyone to think I need Depends.

It's The Final Countdown

As of yesterday, I am now 32 weeks. That means I have 8 weeks to go. That means I have 2 months to go. That means I have 55 days left. Crazy. Today I had my doctor's appointment. It was a tad different than my usual appointments. I had shared with my doctor that last Friday we had gone through the corn maze in Snohomish which was very muddy and slippery. After Mike and I had decided we had had enough slipping and trying to keep our balance, we chose to turn back. While we were waiting there for our friends to follow suit, I had massive Braxton Hicks contractions along with back pains that felt very menstral like. Those can both be signs of preterm labor. Although, I have not continued to have the back pain, I get the Braxton Hicks everyday (like I always do). My doctor decided to "check things out." No dialation, but my cervix is starting to soften up. When I shared this with Mike, it was weird because it was definately a sign that we are on our way towards the finish line. Sorry if that was too much information for some of you. However, you should all know by now that is my style. Be grateful that I didn't give MORE detailed info. Ick.