30 Week Bumpdate

Only 10 weeks left, baby girl!!!

Or less!!

We just can't wait to meet our Tiny Dancer.

:)

Duke the Dingleberry

Do you see this guy??

Oh sure, he looks innocent enough. But don't let him fool you. He's a rascal.

He's of the terrier variety (Fox or Rat Terrier.. we don't really know. We're too cheap to spring for the Doggie DNA test), which means he has a lot of um.. SPUNK to him. He likes to get places in a hurry. And by places, I mean one area rug to the next. He'll seriously do a full speed sprint through the living room and then literally do a flying leap onto the dining room rug 10 feet away. It's just the way he likes to travel. Everything is exciting, a big event, a celebration, worth a good butt wiggle, etc. Especially when mom and dad get home. Namely dad.

Anyway, on Sunday morning, we decided to play hooky from church so that this pregnant lady could try and tackle a few of her 1,674 pre-baby projects and actually cross a few off the list (Mission: Sort of Accomplished). Well this was big news for Duke. You mean mom and dad are staying home??? A family day??? SA-WEEEET!!

So what does my darling dog do? Well, he heads to the backyard for his morning fence perimeter check and sniff-out, then he um, takes care of some business. We can always tell when his bathroom experience has been ohhh, successful, because he comes tearing through the doggie door and bounds across the house like he's got a new lease on life.
He's literally lightened his load.

So we hear him barreling in and do a quick turn when he realizes our bedroom door has shut and we're inside changing the sheets. I can hear him race into the nursery, step-ball-change and race back out. Sheesh.

A few minutes later I head into the baby's room to get to work on the crib skirt and nearly pass out. There are faint paw prints across the carpet (we only have carpet in the bedrooms) and HORROR OF HORRORS, a tiny little dingleberry on my SWEET PRECIOUS BABY GIRL'S FLOOR!

OMG.

Are you kidding me?? Is it really so exciting that we're staying at home that you can't finish up your "business" before coming inside to see us??

Thankfully hubby breaks out the Resolve and papertowels while I give Duke a piece of my mind. Nevermind that the nursery is still where he sleeps at night- he's lost his daytime privileges in this room!

Fast forward to this morning, getting ready for work. I'm standing at my dresser, intent on selecting the perfect pair of socks to wear on the first official day of boot season, when I hear that rascal of a dog tear through the house and into our room behind me. Then hubby comes out of the bathroom and lets out a roar that he's done it again!!

Another dingleberry!!

What the heck is going on here?? This has never happened before these two incidents!

I head to the kitchen to see that Duke has not gone back outside as commanded, but is sitting on my beautiful rug, in the crouching tiger pooping dog position, and there is a full sized dog turd next to him!!!

AAAAGGGGHGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I scream and he's out the doggie door like a bat out of hell. Hubs comes running in as I take a step closer and realize that it is not, in fact, a dog log, but rather the remnants of his (dead) fox toy, who happens to have brown paws that look surprisingly like feces in the morning light.

Le sigh.

This is just too much for one pregnant gal to handle.

29 Week Bumpdate

How far along? 29 Weeks
Weight Gain: 10 lbs
How Big is Baby? 2 1/2 - 3 lbs
Maternity Clothes? Noooooope. For whatever reason, I am harboring a very strong aversion to buying any maternity clothes. The problem with this little notion is that I am quickly becoming a Large Marge and it frustrates the crap out of me when something doesn't fit. I just don't want to spend money on clothes that I won't be able to wear for very long. But I do want some new clothes. I desire to look cute. Not that anyone could know that, as I rarely dry my hair these days and typically finish putting on my make-up on the way to work..
Stretch Marks? No praise the Lord.
Sleep: Up and down.
Best Moment of the Week: Making headway on the crib skirt. It may or may not be the death of me. Oh! And we picked up the car seat with some gift cards we got at the shower!

Movement: Um yes, could we just talk about this for a moment? My darling daughter thought it necessary to throw another all night house party last night, in the form of tap dancing on my right rib cage all through our childbirth class and on through the night. We had another long discussion on bed times and why mommy needs her sleep and why she can't get her beauty rest when a certain someone is practicing Morse code on her internal organs.
I'm not sure she gets it.
I guess I didn't name her Tiny Dancer for nothing, because sister decided to keep the rave going through my morning meeting.
It's slightly embarrassing when she gives me a swift kick that's so violent and surprising that I yelp out loud and physically jolt a few feet, like I've been goosed. I heard some guy mumbling about tourretts..
Food Cravings: Crispy (read: fried) chicken sandwiches. From anywhere.
Gender: Asweetpreciousbabygirl

What I Miss: Right now? Weightless boobs. Just keeping it real.

What I'm looking forward to: Just meeting my girl.
Symptoms: Growing larger by the day.
Emotions: I'm going to go with UNSTABLE.
I had more than one meltdown in the past week.. along with some irrational irritability peppered in with some pure rage. My only real solution was a good cry. And I have to admit, I felt better afterward. Thankfully, I have a wonderful husband, who after getting over his initial shock and alarm that I was losing it and wondering what on earth he could have done to upset me this time, said, "Well, isn't this what's supposed to happen? It's ok babe."
And then he held me.
:)
The worst part of these breakdowns is that I am fully aware that I am having irrational thoughts. And so I pray and take deep breaths and say "let it go, Aja" and think about rainbows and puppy dogs and sixty degree weather and my stretchy pants. But then ten seconds later something else sets me off.

Hormones, much?

Zara for Kids

Oh my word.

Thanks to Sharstin, I recently found out that Zara has come out with a new kids line and people, could this get any cuter??

I want the girl and her clothes.

How adorable is she in her little leggings and coat? A mini fashionista. :)

I imagine this little doll is what my future (waay future) niece will look like!!
(I'm talking to you, Darius & Aivy!)

I don't even dress this well, but surely your kid can double as a doll to dress up!

Finding Moolah

Have you ever found money?

Like, completely out of the blue- a $10 bill stuffed into the bib of your old high school overalls (I know you had some!) or a few crumpled dollars in the parking lot?

I think this is the best kind of discovery.

Last week while on a walk in our neighborhood I looked down and saw a dollar bill.
Total score! I snatched that baby up before my hawk-eyed hubby could get get his grubs on it. Hehe. Then I told him we could put it in our travel fund.
See how I share?

Then last night I tricked him into walking to Target, since he wanted to pick something up and Tiny Dancer and I needed a long walk after stuffing ourselves at dinner. He's agreed to this once or twice before and each time on the way back he realizes it was a much longer distance than he signed up for.
Anyway, there was some new video game out that he wanted and after Duke and I waited patiently for him for a solid 45 minutes in the parking lot, he came out to explain. Apparently they had some promotion going where they gave you a $20 Target gift card when you bought the game. Nice. But then the cashier couldn't figure out how to ring it up, so they called the manager, who sent him to customer service, who couldn't figure it out, so they called the manager again, who promptly handed my enraged and impatient husband a twenty dollar bill.

Can you believe that? CASH.
And do you think he shared??

So have you ever found any money?

I found a dirty 5 dollar bill at the park once.. two dollar bills on a walk at another park (had to split it with my walking partner)..

I know I've found more, but I can't think of any specifics at the moment.
I blame pregnancy brain.

My mom finds money all the time. I swear one time she found an envelope full of twenties.

And she wasn't even in a shady neighborhood.

So fess up. What money finds have you had??