My Brain is Pregnant Too

This is my prize. My prize to my brain for not bring pregnant along with the rest of me this morning. It's totally a thin(k)g. (clever) Pregnancy brain, I mean. TOTALLY a thing. This morning I had to stop myself when I realized I was shoving JR's deodorant into my makeup bag. And literally everyday I have to think incredible hard about whether or not I've fed the dog. I usually have to judge by how annoying he's being, it's rare that I actually remember. And sometimes he gets double dinners. Which, as a side note is probably fine. I think I forgot to feed him breakfast... I think.

So I got a prize... I've been studying for a certification at work and had to take the test this morning. I passed, and am so grateful. It's actually a huge relief. Because, unlike college tests where you can quietly sail along never revealing test scores, pretending you're actually a lot smarter than any test gives you credit for, craftily fooling the entire student body with your reserved cubi at the library (which is actually code for, "hey everyone I know, stop by and say hi everyday from 3-5 P.M. while I'm studying"), UNLIKE all that, I had to report my test score to my boss. That alone made me want to vomit more than pregnancy ever has. So, yay. I got a high five from the boss and a new pair of maternity pants.  

Barates & Puppies Make Me Cry

NBC is showing Bridesmaids tonight. Look it up. It's a comedy. This is how I watch it. These are not tears from laughing too hard. Not to mention they were uncontrollable.

This happened right after the part where the bride-to-be won't let her best friend slash maid of honor take home a party favor. The party favor, if you aren't familiar with the movie, is a puppy wearing a pink beret, as in French hat. Who wouldn't let their best friend take home a favor?! IT WAS A PUPPY!!!!

Uncontrollable. I'm telling you.

I Have Made a Huge Mistake

6 Weeks (from 12/10/13): I did my first crazy pregnant thing last night. Ted has been sick again and being sick with a lot of dog hair is never a good thing. I've been having to bathe him a few times everyday and I just couldn't take it anymore. 

I left all the groceries on the counter to spoil and spent the next 3 hours shaving him. I just about slit his neck (literally) cutting too close and he'd finally had enough. He is now completely shaved on top but wouldn't let me touch his belly, his face or his feet. He looks completely abused. JR came home to me in tears covered in hair with a bleeding dog who looked like he'd been on the loosing end of one of those illegal dog riot-fights. You know the ones I'm talking about.

Grandma Dana is coming today to take him to the groomer to finish. JR made her promise to never bring it up again in her life. It was a rough night. We were all too traumatized to take pictures. Try not to imagine it...

Our Peach

It's pretty faint, but something, even something faint means everything. We can't wait to welcome our little Peach!

Ted, of course, is a focal figure in this story. On the days I can sleep in, he likes to make it too miserable to do so. Sunday morning he started barking to go out around 6:30 A.M. In all fairness, if my reaction to a full bladder was more like Ted's I would have been barking too. After I took Ted out I took care of my own business that happened to include the little nugget you see pictured above.

Of course I woke JR up right away. If you know him, it's no surprise that he loves to sleep. His initial reaction after trying to suppress the most humongous-est grin ever was; "couldn't you have waited until morning?" Ha. No. Cause Ted couldn't wait until morning. And I was subconsciously "barking" too.

Don't be fooled. Sleep was lost on that man. He was too excited to even stay in bed. So he put on all his snow gear and left to shovel the church sidewalks.