Good times.

Picked up the kids from camp and went to eat lunch at Chic-Fil-A. They were having some customer appreciation day with face painting, a clown and “the cow.” I sat on the sidelines and watched as they waited in line forever to get their faces painted- ofcourse, with a chocolate milkshake in hand.

Then we went to Chuck-E-Cheese and bought a cup full of coins for games. Afterwards, the grocery store. Well, that sums up my day. Oh, yeah, and I’m still pregnant. I guess I am having a July baby afterall.

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I just found this comment under my Angelina Jolie post. It made me laugh, people.

“It’s all about YOUR feelings. When your significant other says that someone is hot and it bothers you, then you obviously are feeling unhappy and insecure with yourself (whether you realize it or not). I’m going through something similar. Never bothered me before, but it has lately – probably because I’ve gained weight and deep down inside it’s bothering me more than I care to admit.”

Well, damn, I am only 10 months pregnant. Maybe I am feeling insecure because I HAVE GAINED SOME WEIGHT. Ya think? Thanks for the laugh. Maybe it will induce my labor!!! And then after I drop an immediate 8 or more pounds, I will begin to feel more secure with myself and my husband and I can talk about how hot Angelina Jolie is while we cuddle our new baby!

Anonymous comments really piss me off sometimes. Mainly because I feel like if you are going to say it..then own it.

First of all, I couldn’t sleep lastnight. And then…

First of all, I couldn’t sleep lastnight. And then when I finally got to sleep, I was having these dreams that just tormented me.

The first one I remember is..I was at the grocery store in the checkout lane. I pull out my checkbook to write a check for the groceries. The cashier is a good friend of mine. So, there is this big, yellow phonebook on the counter and I lean against it to write the check. And as soon as I hand her the check, she says to me:

“You have the right to remain silent; anything you say or do…” That whole spiel. Then this cop begins to put handcuffs on me. “What did I do?!” I yelled.

“Ma’am, you CANNOT lean against a phonebook while writing a check,” he said.
“But, I did not know that.”
“Explain it to the judge.”
“When will I see the judge?”
“Tuesday.”
“But I am about to have a baby. I cannot have my baby in jail!”
“Well then you better not have that baby until Tuesday.”

Then I look at my friend. “How could you turn me in?”
“What was I supposed to do? You leaned against the phonebook while you were writing your check…”

So in the next dream, I am at the gym. I have apparently had the baby, when I see my husband’s ex-girlfriend. And she is skinny and working out. So, I decide I am going to get my butt on the treadmill. I step on it and it stops moving.

“Excuse me, there is something wrong with this machine,” I say to the fitness counselor person. He comes over to check out the situation. “No, no, there is nothing wrong with it. It won’t move if there is too much weight on it.”

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My rant for the day: GET OFF YOUR CELL PHONE!!!

YOU! Driving the minivan with the Jesus Fish on it! Get out of the fast lane if you MUST drive like 40 miles an hour. We are on the interstate and you are on your cell phone. You just can’t push the pedal when you are holding that phone can you? Sheesh!

And you! College girl getting her pictures from the Kodak kiosk thingy. GET OFF THE PHONE and maybe you can focus on your 500 prints you are working on. I only needed 2 pictures from my digital for an arts-and-crafts project with my kids. But you– you cannot focus because you are on your damn cell phone. I am sure I have been guilty of this before but never again. It was so obnoxious!

So, that was my day yesterday. Trying to get to Wal Mart and then trying to get AWAY from Wal Mart. I am not kidding, I was running errands for more than 4 hours yesterday. And most of that time was spent in Wal Mart. Ugh!!!

Poor baby.

The first one that is- my 8-year-old son.

This morning, on the way to camp, he said to me:

“If the baby doesn’t come out on time, are there things that can happen to him? Is he going to be okay?”

“Why, are you worried about him?”

“Yes.”

“Well, sometimes things can happen but as long as he is moving okay and his heart is beating okay, then he is fine.”

“And he’s moving okay and his heart is beating?”

“Yes, he is moving a lot and the doctor just checked his heart. He is fine…just a little too comfortable. He’ll be here soon.”

“Okay. Good.”

Well, now that I have officially passed my due dat…

Well, now that I have officially passed my due date, I am feeling pretty patient. I think waiting for the big *due date* had me a little wound up. But now that it has passed, I am just kind of kicking my feet back and letting the baby do what he wants to do.

And I am fine with that.

I actually wouldn’t mind having a July baby. Either way, I am good as long as he is good. I did a lot of research after the doctor mentioned induction and I just did not feel a peace about that. I mean, induction has become more of a convenience thing these days and I don’t agree with that. And then I had my first two without being induced, why would I need to do that now?

I just have to trust my body and the baby and God.

And then if there is a medical necessity, I would consider other options. But for now, Baby E seems pretty comfortable and although I am not physically comfortable– I’m good.

It’s funny how, at the end, everyone has advice for how to make the baby come. I have been told to go on walks, eat lima beans, eat eggplant parmigian and a whole list of things. And then ofcourse, there’s the husband who tells me that HE has the answer: have lots and lots of sex. Ha.

But I am not doing any of that– well, sex, maybe. And that would just be for my husband, not really to induce my delivery. I made it this far. I am not doing any more work:)

News from the doctor…

Is no news at all.

1% dilated and 0% effaced. I have decided to wait it out though. I will go back next Wednesday if I am still pregnant. They will do an ultrasound to make sure the amniotic fluid levels are okay and monitor the baby to make sure he is not under any stress. They will let me go as far along as 42 weeks. (But I hope that the baby will not let me go that far.)

Doctor’s appointment today at 11. Some contraction…

Doctor’s appointment today at 11. Some contractions, but nothing too painful.

So here’s my question: When you are married, is it okay to say someone else is “hot”?

All of a sudden, I am so annoyed about this today. The other day, I made a comment about my husband’s old blog and how once he wrote a post about Angelina Jolie. Nothing too in depth, ofcourse. Nothing sexual. He just mentioned something about her. I was like, “yeah, your blogs are so deep..you write about Angelina Jolie. Look out.” Just teasing him. Then he says, “She’s hot.”

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. We were with another couple and I just remember thinking that if the other husband would have said something like that, I would have thought he was an insensitive jerk- which my husband does not TRY to be.

He doesn’t usually say things like that.I was just caught off guard. Maybe he is getting too comfortable with me. Is that a good thing? I mean, I think Brad Pitt is hot. But I don’t know if I’d say it in front of a whole group of people with my husband there. Then again, men don’t seem to have the same “filters” that we women have.

What do you think? If it’s all innocent, is it okay? But then does there come a time when he’s not just talking about the out-of-reach movie star and instead, referring to his co-worker? I don’t know at all.

But I do know this, MEN! Don’t say it when your wife is 10 months pregnant! Don’t do it or else sex will become as elusive as that HOT movie star you were just mentioning. I promise;)

Creepy!

I don’t know which is worse: Creepy Burger King guy…

or Creepy Skittles Beard guy!!

So, people actually get paid (not fired) for making these commercials?

Can I just surrender now?

This morning, I took my son to flag football camp. Apparently, it has been raining all night and don’t you know there is lovely red clay around here? Stuff that Florida doesn’t have. So, after a whole bunch of confusion about where to drop him off, I just decide to park and walk him to the field which was pretty close.

I am already looking crazy, wearing my orange tank top and little red shorts (that I usually only wear in the house.) I didn’t know I would be getting out of the car when I left the house this morning. So, we have to walk down this little hill that leads to the field and I begin to slip! I barely kept my balance as we made it down the little hill. I thought I was going to fall on my butt right there. By the time we made it down there, my feet were stuck in about 4 inches of thick, red, sticky clay. I try to pull them out and almost fall again.

By now, I am almost crying. I have red, nasty clay all over my feet, in between my toes and all over my legs. I am a mess- physically and emotionally. I sign him in and walk back up the stupid hill where my niece and daughter are waiting for me.

And there is no way I am gettig in my car with this mess. I’m talking…it was caked on. So I find the bathroom at the Y and take my shoes off..begin to use paper towels. Well, that wasn’t getting me anywhere. So, there I am (due date tomorrow!!)..little red house shorts on…big pregnant belly. I just decided to lift my leg into the sink and let the water run. I was thinking, I have no idea how I am pulling this off.

The other thought: I don’t care who walks in right now and sees me like this- in a somewhat compromised position. I’m sure it would have been hysterical to watch. So, I got most of the clay off and the other kids to their camp. And now that I made it back home, I am just going to hide under my covers and watch baby stories and maybe go back to sleep.

Yesterday while my hubby was at work, I took the k…

Yesterday while my hubby was at work, I took the kids to see Cars. Cute movie, but a little too long when you’re 10 months pregnant.

The kids woke up super early this morning and fixed their own breakfast. Since we were out of milk, they ate handfuls of dry cereal. What a breakfast. When I got up (too early) I took them to McDonald’s for a real breakfast (if you can really call it that..i hate doing fast food), then to Michael’s for some crafts, then to Babies R Us to exchange my diaper bag. Went grocery shopping and picked up a watermelon ~yummy~

And now, I am home…relaxing. It feels good to just be at home. I am watching Three’s Company reruns. I know,I know. I’m a big dork.

But the highlight of my day was when I checked my mailbox and found a package from my very first blog friend ever, GFF! (Now I don’t have to be jealous of Ben anymore!) The kids were so excited that Baby Eli got something “Gators.” (Ofcourse, he is going to be a Gator!!)

We love it and can’t wait to see Baby E wearing it…if he ever comes out!!

Went and had lunch with my daughter at camp. They…

Went and had lunch with my daughter at camp. They gave out awards. Some of them were really silly, like “Best organized backpack” award and the “cutest pink bag” award. Okay, who came up with these? But my daughter got a good one. I was the envy of all the mommas when she got the “best direction follower” award…lol. I’ll take it. I would have had to think twice if she got the backpack award. I would have wondered, isn’t there anything better you can come up with for my kid?

Afterwards, we went to Target and picked up some white t-shirts and puffy paint to get ready for Eli’s arrival. It was a lot of fun. And after we made the real shirts, I let them really get creative with some old t-shirts and what a mess that was.