No news is good news?

I'm starting to rethink that phrase after my weekly appointment today. Nothing new or major to report, so any hopes of going a little early are starting to fade. Not that I was counting on it or anything, but one can always hope.

I've apparently become a burden to the sleeping patterns of the others in my house....namely our dog, LaFawnduh. She has always slept next to me in bed or on the floor next to my side of the bed. Over the course of the last 10 days or so, she's started moving to Kevin's side early in the night. She will usually start on my side, but after about the third time of me getting up to go pee in the middle of the night, she flips me the "are we really going to do this again?" look. So, I've officially lost my cuddle buddy. Hopefully she comes back around to me at some point. Kip, of course, isn't phased in the least....very similar to Kevin.

Speaking of Kevin, now that I'm awake more throughout the night, I've become more aware of his snoring. It isn't too loud, but it certainly doesn't help me to fall back asleep with the soft melody of a snore going on in the background. So I've started waking him up to get him to roll over. Here's how the conversation usually goes:

Me (while shaking him vigorously): "Kevin....roll over. Kevin. Kevin...you're snoring. Kevin. KEVIN. YOU'RE SNORING! ROLL OVER!"

Kevin: "Huh? What? Huh?"

Me: "You're snoring. Roll over."

Kevin: "I am not. I'm not even sleeping!"

While that conversation might make sense the first time I wake him up or even ocassionally when he is very tired, I am not lying when I say it happens nearly every night. Yep. This is my life. Welcome to it. I'm a lucky, lucky gal. As I've said before, hands off ladies.

Lastly, because I've promised some pics of the nursery to a few people, here it is. I think it is all ready to go. A little decorating left to do, but I want to wait until the baby comes to add anything else. God forbid this kid hates everything I put up in the room. We'll let him or her have some say in the decorations I guess. Well, I guess not a say really....unless, of course, I go very late and the kid is already talking when I finally pop him or her out.

I take it back...

...I do have one thing to complain about. Getting your cervix checked IS NOT A PLEASANT EXPERIENCE.

That is all.

Ah, summer...

Here it is....what I've missed most this summer. Beautiful weather, good friends, an outdoor patio and my favorite summer beverage, Leinie's Honeyweiss.

Now before anyone goes and calls my doctor or the police, this wasn't actually mine....just a good photo op. But boy did it bring back some great memories! Can't wait for a few weeks down the road when I can maybe enjoy a nice summer evening like this again.

And before anyone starts chuckling about that last statement....I get it. Likely I'm living in a dream world thinking I'll get an evening like that within the next month and a new baby. But a girl can dream, right? Let me have my fantasies!

I know I've spent most of this blog doing a lot of complaining, but other than general discomfort, I don't have a lot to complain about right now. So I've been trying to come up with some funny material, but I'm drawing a blank. So instead you get my favorite picture of the summer of me. Really, one of the few prego pics of me. So for all those that have been asking to see one, enjoy it....this is what you get!

Yes...I'd say I've "popped"

Let me give you a short list of things that are more difficult at 36 weeks pregnant:

1) Getting out of bed -- both because of extreme exhaustion and because I literally can't physically get out of bed.

2) Sitting for hours at a time -- ie, what I do for a living.

3) Standing up after sitting down.

4) Standing for more than 15-20 minutes.

5) Laying down for more than a couple hours.

So I guess what I'm trying to tell you is that sitting, standing and laying down are all pretty much out of the question....at least if I need to do any of those things for more than 5-10 minutes. I'm very quickly learning that there is very little one can do to avoid those 3 activities. I've got $5 for the first person to come up with a position or activity that will give me 1 hour of comfort. I was going to say I'd bake them a cake, but Lord knows a cake stands no chance with me in the same room right now. Hell, I damn near ate the fingers off the lady who served me my Icee at Target yesterday because she was taking too long....a cake definitely wouldn't stand a chance.

Anyway, I have a sneaking suspicion that none of these things are going to get easier over the next 4 weeks and 2 days. I'm actually to the point of having to roll myself off my bed because I can't sit up...now THAT is something to write home about. I sometimes feel like I'll need Kevin around the next 4 weeks just to roll me to my car everyday to get me off to work. At the rate this belly is growing, I'm not even sure I'll fit behind the steering wheel in a couple weeks, let alone into work clothes. I contemplating a complete toga wardrobe soon....so if anyone has some stylish sheets they are willing to pass along....

Ah, the joys...