It's past annoying now. Percy would have been in the picture if she wasn't so damn skittish. But, yeah, every night three pets hover around me like an effing Disney princess. If only they did chores.
I got in trouble today from my doctor for over-doing it. Apparently lifting big bins of clothes, walking the entire outlet mall a couple times and moving ping-pong tables is not recommended at seven months pregnant? Weird. I innocently asked about braxton hicks and she started asking questions about when they occur, how often, etc.
She told me I have to take it easy. Wait, my doctor's telling me to be lazy? DONE.
Last night I dreamed that I was playing water volleyball against John McEnroe and Britney Spears. Erik was mad that I was over-doing it since I'm pregnant.
I also found one of Finn's toys at the bottom of the pool. Well, it wasn't actually his toy, since it was a different color, but I thought it was for a second.
The scene: Finn is outside playing. I am carrying in groceries.
Me: Finn, why don't you come inside? I am going to make quesadillas for dinner! Finn: I don't want to come inside! Me: Oh, that makes me sad. Finn: Why don't you go inside and cry?
I had a freak out moment last night when I googled "pregnancy+salami." Turns out I'm not supposed to be eating it! I should know this, but being a (mostly) vegetarian, I never really stored it in my brain. I spent the night researching listeria and panicking. Statistically: One baby has died from listeria in MN since 2001. Irrationally: That's all it takes. I know, I'm crazy.. but I ate like a pound in a week! Don't even get me started on the nitrates.
Bra extenders are incredible. How have I not heard of them until yesterday? Instead of buying a new bra, I spent $1.50 and can now breathe.
I'm crabby at Comcast. Every night our internet (and phone) go down between the hours of 8pm-???. Thank god someone in the neighborhood has an unsecured network. Thanks Daryl! Anyway, Comcast is coming for the third time today to fix. I'm not getting my hopes up.
I pretty much owe Kristen my life for all of the baby stuff she's lent me. I will buy you seventeen shots of tequila, Kristen, in re-payment.
Also, Maya is in the hospital -- read about it here. Poor girl!
Finn is wearing size 8 shoes. He was measured yesterday and should be wearing 9.5. Crap.
I can now officially congratulate Jill on her pregnancy!