We got a lot accomplished this weekend. P.J. might add that a couple of those items are things like “pull every muscle in one’s husband’s body” and “scrub things you’d forgotten existed in the house.” On Friday night, I woke up around 1:30am in a bit of a panic. (Well, we woke when Zu started calling out for us- a weeklong new fad wherein she spikes a temp and babbles incoherently at us for the better part of an hour. {Read More}
33 Weeks And All’s Well. (Mostly.)
November 7, 2013 By 11 Comments
I know what you’re thinking: My, but it’s been a long while since we’ve been updated on Keely’s pregnancy! How is she? Is she gigantic? Do they still really not know what they’re having? Apologies. Okay-ish. Quite gigantic. And nope, gender-surprise-tastic! As of this very moment in time, I’m 33 weeks along. And since I’m going UNDER THE KNIFE at exactly 39 weeks, that leaves 6 more weeks of prenatal bliss. And don’t get me wrong, there are parts that are blissful: feeling {Read More}
Failure To Communicate: Postal Service Edition.
October 9, 2013 By 19 Comments
You guys think I’m exaggerating the Brain Leakage Through The Eyeballs situation over here? “She can’t possibly be that braindead/exhausted/moronic,” you say? Behold: This is an actual letter that was placed in the mailbox, complete with postage and (thankfully) return address. No city. No state. Not even a street number for those pesky “context clues.” Hey, Rachel- I clearly sent you a letter, why haven’t you responded?! I have Le Shame.
Is There A Penance For That?
July 8, 2013 By Leave a Comment
What’s that old saying- No Good Deed Goes Unpunished? Well, it oughta be amended to include the words And It’s Probably Gonna Be Public, Too. The other night as we were tucking in Nora, she looked up from her laundry list of prayers (people she loves/cupcakes/apples) and asked if we could go to church soon. P.J. and I exchanged a look. Oh yes, that. Ha HA! Now, my girls are no strangers to church, but our recent weekends have included {Read More}
Things That Go Bump In The Tank Top.
June 27, 2013 By Leave a Comment
I’ve been seeing a ton of my friends post baby bump pix- both old and new- and I’ve been inspired to join their [protruding] ranks. So here, darling friends, is what 14 weeks looks like. If it’s your third baby. And you have possess the shortest torso known to [wo]man. Behold. And now you know my dirty little secret: if you can’t remember the last time you washed your hair, do French braids! Whimsical! This is the pregnancy that Nora acknowledged {Read More}
The Gals Have Some News.
June 13, 2013 By Leave a Comment
…Because things were starting to settle down around here… …Because we’re starting to get a respectable amount of sleep each night… …And because it looks like there MIGHT be room for one more… …We’re expecting a baby in December. It’s like they always say, “Why wait to remember what it’s like to be outta diapers before you need to go buy another four cases at Costco?” (Okay, fine, I just coined that phrase.) A few preemptively answered questions: 1) Well, if {Read More}
One Year Ago Today…
October 3, 2012 By 5 Comments
…This was me. I was just about as pregnant as this lady is physically allowed to get…and you can tell. Not only by the watermelon protruding from my abdominal cavity, but also by the look in my eyes. Even through dark sunglasses, you can tell that this is a woman Who. Is. Done. I had been [erroneously, I think] diagnosed with gestational diabetes. (By one point! The Russian judge was unimpressed.) I was Done with eating sugarless “treats.” I was {Read More}
Ice Cream, Anxiety, And Public(ish) Peeing.
September 29, 2011 By 3 Comments
Last night I had an illicit dream. About ice cream. Apparently, my subconscious wants a giant mug of ice cream with all of the add-ins, swirls, and goopy goodness. The best part? My older sister was in the grocer’s freezer section with me (I never call it that, the grocer’s freezer, by the way- I think that’s commercial lingo finding its way into my vernacular) and SHE was the one who was all like- Diabetes? COME ON. You have less than a week. {Read More}
