I’ve been baking this baby for 100 days already. Insane.
Today I booked my plane ticket to go home in 3 weeks for a shower thrown by my BFF Martini. I’m so excited to see my family and friends again!!
Only downside is that I’ll be driving back alone (not flying). I inherited my grandmother’s car when she passed away (1998 Buick Regal – AWW YEAH) but we haven’t gotten it back to the Minneapolis yet. So, I’ll be doing that when I come back…
Other than that…no new news. The hubs and I were thumbing through a baby name book last night. All that did was determine about 1,358 names we will NOT be naming our baby.
Sorry, internets, for my serious lack of pictoral updates.
But now, they are there…in all their glory.
While grocery shopping and browsing the ice cream aisle, a fine gentleman told me:
“You’d better feed that big belly of yours!”
PLEASE PLEASE tell me I look pregnant. If I just look fat and some dude says this, I’m going to curl up and die.
This was towards the end of my shopping. Before I even got in the store I was told that I have a “fine pussy.”
I’m never going grocery shopping alone again. I think this has just become the hubs’ duty.
This woman is a gossip columnist for the Minneapolis Star Tribune. She mostly talks about Prince (since he singled her out in a negative way in one of his songs) but also talks about other totally lame celeb gossip.
‘Idol’ winner: A thing for thongs?
Cheek floss. Is this really what an “American Idol” winner Kris Allen includes among his Club Wedd Registry at Target?
Does anyone know what a joke is anymore? Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have a clue who Kris Allen is really (I’m not an avid AI fan) and I don’t give a crap about what people think of him, but I’m quite sure that this was a joke. For Christ’s sake – I registered for Hannah Montana Hand Sanitizer at Babies R Us a couple weeks ago, thanks to some coaxing from my BFF Martini. No, I do not plan on feeding it to my baby, nor do I want to let the baby play with it like a toy. IT’S AN EFFING JOKE.
I hate TMZ too. Kind of off topic, but not really.
Since the labor/delivery and recovery rooms at the birthplace have DVD players in all the rooms, I’m bringing Sex & the City episodes to watch. The hubs bought me the box set for Christmas; he personally cannot stand the show. But since I will be giving birth to our child, he will be forced to watch my it, nearly my favorite show of all time.
And so, it shall be.
Suddenly labor sounds kind of fun.