week 33- "my child attacks me and my feet are huge"

So reality is starting to set in that in a wee month and a half I will become a mother. I can't believe how fast it is coming.  I can't wait, yet so much has to be done beforehand. Jeremy went this morning to have our carseat inspected. I am getting to the point physically where I am ready. People at work are already making fun of my newfound "waddle" and my feet are swollen beyond recognition. Even one of our custodians at work stopped dead in her tracks to look at my feet. And it doesn't help that I can no longer paint my toenails, because I just know painted toenails would improve the appearance of my feet. Jeremy refuses to try and paint them for me. And to make matters worse, I only have two pair of shoes that even fit- they are both flip flops. I am so stylish these days...I just hope everything I wear goes with either black flip flops or green ones. 

My sweet little child is also becoming violent in utero. He kicked Jeremy in the face the other night when Jeremy was talking to him, he won't let me sleep on my right side, and he always attacks me in Target. When I went last weekend he kicked me so hard in the ribs I almost lost my breath in the cereal aisle. He did the same thing during my next two Target trips.  After he is born, he will stay at home with dad while I make Target runs. 

We are also going to be making a trip home this weekend for a baby shower that i being thrown for me. I am so excited about seeing family and friends even though it will be an extremely short trip. Mississippi, here we come!

The nursery so far...

New House pics

Front

Courtyard

Living Room

Dining Room

Kitchen

Master bedroom

Master bath

Guest Room

Week 30- I have cankles

Hi folks,

Sorry it has been awhile. We have been busy trying to unpack boxes and make this house a home. I really love it so far, and thanks to the help of some friends, we are out of boxes alot quicker than I thought we would be. I don't know what I would have done without Kristen here to help me organize my kitchen and pantry. I swear it will look just as organized next time you come over, Kristen. Our first night here was a little rough b/c I was puking my brains out....I still don't really know what the culprit was, but I think it was a combo of things. Leyton, on the other hand had a ball during the whole fiasco. It was like dance party central after my guts were lurching up into my throat.

Jeremy's dad, stepmom, sister and her boyfriend are here this weekend helping us out too. They hung garage shelve things, helped put hardware on cabinets, and painted the nursery, which is growing on me. I stood in Lowe's for nearly an hour with 20 paint swatches trying to decide what to get. At the end of the day, they were all the same stupid color. At first I wasn't too happy with how the color turned out, it was a little brighter than I wanted and what the swatch was (you lie, Martha Stewart paint collection exclusively at Lowe's). I figured (a). there's nothing I can do about it and (b). I think it will look good once everything is decorated. (Pics to come soon, I promise).

On the pregnancy front, I can't believe I am two months away. I feel like an 80 year old woman, no lie. It takes me about 5 minutes to get out of bed, or any sitting position. Have you ever seen a cow try to get up from laying down? It's kind of the same deal. I am getting cankles, and my feet hurt like I ran a 5 mile marathon barefoot. The up-side is that I get a foot rub every night. I am also getting "baby brain." Within the past two weeks I have: poured orange juice in my cereal; put lotion on my toothbrush; and tried to cook frozen biscuits in a skillet. I hope this doesn't get worse, no telling what's next.