I am days away from change

Sunday, October 30, 2011

As I continue to anticipate my awaited baby's arrival (wait, she's still gonna arrive, right? just checking. I'm starting to have doubts ;) I digress), I often think back to previous moments in life and what I would have told myself.

I think back on college, dating, single life, pre-pregnancy life in general and laugh at my growing list of What I wish I had known's...

Then I saw this video and smiled, because I think we all occasionally wish we could tell our previous selves our current knowledge.

haha I especially liked "Google doesn't have children." So true.

I need you to hurry up now

Thursday, October 27, 2011

I know you all wished you worked in retail. Verizon Wireless in particular.

And I know you all wish you were pregnant dealing with the public.

Because then you can be speechless when your customer says (and i quote) "you must be having a girl, you know how I know that.... your nose is fat."


Yup, it's rare for me to be speechless, but I was.

(I contemplated posting a pic, but her psychotic ramblings don't deserve that sort of justification)

Between my psycho customers who say whatever the crap they want to and people who think it's ok to merge onto the highway going 35 mph--I'm about to lose my mind.

To Baby: Kanye says this best

Now that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
'cause I can't wait much longer

I let the day go by

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Went to the doctor today. Baby is chunky and still in my belly.

Dr said "Well, there's a lot of women who never get any stretch marks.... that's certainly not you, is it."

Oh everytime I close my eyes

Friday, October 14, 2011

Emily just commented on her blog that she hasn't posted much because it didn't seem like the appropriate place for it. I suppose I've felt like that through most the pregnancy.

Yes, I'm still pregnant. Yes, I'd like to see baby girl in the outside world as much as everyone else... or perhaps 50 billion times more. I don't post much, because I'm an awfully pessimistic pregnant girl, and all my smiles, and fake positive attitude gets sucked up at work by random strangers.

For liz: I do get tired of talking about it all day, every woman telling me her labor story, and people commenting on how huge I am--but I deal with it pretty well.

Although I don't help myself out, by coming home and looking back at all my friends pregnant pictures and realizing that their belly reached maybe half the size mine has (yeah, yeah, all my weight gain is in my belly--imagine how much pain that equates to when your little parasite entertains herself by poking her foot as far out as your already stretched to the max skin can take. I'm convinced I'll give birth by her ripping my stomach open herself. I digress).

Anyhow, I wasn't gonna post about pregnancy. Sorry. I'll be happy to tell the world, when baby is finally born.

On to the meat of the post!

For young women's this week, one of the girls was teaching about standards and explaining Mormon standards. She was explaining the importance of not doing drugs, dressing modestly and ended with the fact that we don't encourage tattoos because we respect the bodies we have been given and that's what makes us awesome.

"After all" she says "You wouldn't put a bumper sticker on a porsche, would you?"

(*Not to offend anyone with a tattoo, I just thought it was a clever way to explain our standards)

You turn me over and over

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Well, the big day has come... and gone.

(That is, the day I had previously discussed with baby girl would be the right day for her to enter this beautiful sunny carolina home waiting for her (not my actual due date)).

I am not sure how this little misunderstanding is going to affect our relationship, but it currently is not shining favorably on our future mother-daughter bond.

Baby girl needs to hurry up and recognize I'm the stubborn one in this family, and I just want to share the baby one on one time with all the family anxiously awaiting her arrival!

P.S. current fav. song of the week: Matt Nathanson's "Faster"
It could just be b/c I'm preggo... but these lyrics sound like he's singing about his baby girl, it's cute.


You're so delicious
you're so soft
sweet on the tip of my tongue
you taste like sunlight
and strawberry bubble gum

you bite my lip
you spike my blood
you make my heart beat faster

own me, you own
you rattle my bones
you turn me over and over
'till I can't control myself
make me a liar
one big disaster
you make my heart beat faster

it's the way you swell, slow
pushing right out your seams
it's the way you smile, baby
when you've got me on my knees

your all night noise
your siren howl
you make my heart, beat, faster

own me, you own
you rattle my bones
you turn me over and over
'till I can't control myself
make me a liar
one big disaster
you make my heart beat faster

cause I jump back, crash, I crawl
I beg and steal, I follow you
yeah you own me
and you make my heart beat faster

(I can't get enough
because its on like
I guess this world is over to me)

you own me, you own
you rattle my bones
you turn me over and over
'till I can't control myself
make me a liar
one big disaster
you make my heart beat faster

The tourists come and stare at us

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

I'm starting to worry my baby is gonna come out orange and overly round...

Ready to pass the basketball... come on Cary it's your turn!

Dismiss the double chin (just bad angle), bad hair and complexion (it's 11 pm, long day at work and I'm pregnant people--give me a break!)