super bad

2 things to tell you tonight Gizmo:

1. I made zucchini bread. It was an epic failure.

2. As much as we love dogs, we are definitely Team Edward.

If these two random musings give you any sort of insight into my night than by now you know your mom is one wild and crazy gal. Baking bread and watching tween movies.

Bad ass.

ch-ch-ch-changes

Gizzie,

One year ago your Papa and I were in Thailand on an amazing two week vacation. One year ago we were laying on the beach

being attacked by monkeys

eating copious amounts of noodles and prawns,

drinking bottles of Chang and Singha and Tiger

and taking elephant and Tuk Tuk rides

My oh my how times have changed. All good changes, naturally, but changes nonetheless.

Actually, your Papa is currently on a plane to London, and then onto Stokholm to play soccer. So maybe life hasn't changed all that much for one of us <-------insert giant eye roll here. What a charmed life he leads.

Pain in the....

Gizmo, today you are 28 weeks old, 7 whole months, and you are already a pain in my ass....literally. At my appointment today I had to get a shot....IN MY BUTT. This is something that hasn't happened since I was about 5 years old. See I have a very rare blood type, O-. Apparently the odds of you also having a negative blood type are very small, and if you are in fact a positive blood type and your blood and my blood mix, certain disaster will occur. Sort of like when the gatekeeper and the keymaster finally meet up. So at 28 weeks, and again at birth, I get a RhoGam shot to make sure that I am not developing antibodies to you Giz.

So when the nurse took me back in a room for the shot, instead of the lab where I usually get them, I thought to myself, "Wow this shot must be really bad if they don't even want to give it to me in front of the other girls." So imagine how confused I was when we got to the room and the nurse told me to bend over and pull down my pants. Yikes.

Good news though, everything about you/us is looking good. Weight = good, fundal measurement = good, blood pressure = good, and your heartbeat = good. All in all a very boring appointment. Boring is good Giz.

On a completely random note we have been having tons of storms here lately. Scary green sky storms. Today the tornado sirens went off in the city. I don't know if they had ever gone off before in all the years that I have lived here. I had no idea what to do. All those years of tornado drills in grade school and I completely blanked. Are you suppose to keep the windows shut or open them? Maybe you open them if it's a hurricane? Where do you go if you don't have a basement? In the end Bax and I decided we would be safest if we all napped on the couch. So that is exactly what we did....all 2 and 2/3 of us.

sliding into third

Babe this week marks the last week of our second trimester. We are turning the corner and heading into home.....ugh your dad has had way too much sports on lately, I apologize.

Anyways, I'm sure this last trimester will be a crazy one and I am already sort of sad that we are 2/3 of the way through. Don't get me wrong I am ecstatic to meet you and welcome you with a giant glass of champagne, I just will really miss having you all close and cuddly and always knowing where you are.

So this is us at 26 weeks. 14 more to go.

a room of one's own

So the time is finally upon us that I have waited for since I first learned of you. That’s right, it’s time to start decorating your nursery. Oh baby, there are few things in this world I enjoy more than decorating. I am embarrassed to even admit how many hours I have spent pouring over websites, catalogs, and blogs in search of the perfect crib skirt. I just can’t help myself, it is truly my sickness. I have a theory though that good (or poor) taste can be cultivated from a very young age, so I consider it my duty to give you a gorgeous room in which you can start appreciating the finer things in life.

And even more exciting, Your Grandma and Grandpa and your Uncle Moochie came up a couple of weekends ago to help us. Free manual labor! Yay! In all honesty though, it was so much fun to have them all here. I loved being ensconced in all that comfy, homey family time. And we got so much done! "We" (ok your dad, grandpa, and Uncle Moochie) painted your room, hung your new light fixture, and helped haul all kinds of junk out. While your Grandma and I ordered your new furniture, and um shopped. I am really tempted to post pictures of everything so far, but I think I will wait until it is all together to give you a final reveal. I promise you I will make it worth your wait.

Until then I'll leave you with a picture of "our little helper."

wide awake - a haiku

it’s four in the morn

you’re having an all night rave

hope you’re happy Giz