Mr & Mrs Smith

He is Risen. I love this truth.

I'm absolutely drained from any deep thought. So I guess that means I'm not going to labor anytime soon. #soverytired. But in other news, my car seat comes in 1.5 days. I didn't think I'd ever be excited for a car seat purchase. But I am. hello mommy club with spit up & spilled snacks. I feel fine. Eric told me of someone at work who is now 8 weeks along & is having that spitting issue. I then realized how lucky I am. As trivial as it seems, I do not want to go back to the spitting days. The nausea days. Those nasty taste in your mouth days where you want to fall asleep & never wake up.  So, the third trimester aint so bad. It's mostly just full of anxiety. And honestly that didn't come until week 35. I have a lot of friends who are making "round two" & I'm just baffled because round one almost seems impossible these days. But any who, here's to pre- week 37 anxiety. not a lot of patience. waiting. bag packing. Mr S...

So after Lori threw me a shower, I wanted to throw some love her way with one for the little man . {first time hosting; third time attending} A Bow-Tie Affair Mrs Lori is due a month after me.  But I'm the one who looks like I'm about to pop. Turns out we didn't get around to everything, but it turned out great.  Mrs Heidi is an amazing crafter & made the food toppers & advice book.  She baked. I cooked. And it was splendid. check.it.out This was my bad - instead of Blue Raspberry - I grabbed the Fruit Punch. So ya know, it was pink instead of blue. But who said boys can't love pink too =)    The hosts! We just happened to wear purple... I swear we didn't plan that. The Smiths! + the Smith babies

Everyone: "how are you feeling?" Me: "fat & tired" In all reality, I've gained 30 lbs so far and they expect me to gain 5 more. I haven't been this exhausted in awhile: indigestion. sore ribs. shortness of breath. sore feet. sore back. you'd think I do more than sit at a desk all day with those symptoms. or you might think that's exactly what I do. but granted, I am carrying a 5+ pound child - in my stomach. And I think I have everything I need for the said princess (?!) Well, everything that can't wait until she comes {there is always more I could want/need} So here comes the waiting period 35 weeks is definitely the point where you hit the wall. It's where I hit the wall & just want-to-be-done Mr Smith still wants attention and deserves all I can muster. But we also still need to finish our taxes. whyyyy is everything so hard to do. Mr Smith just wants to snuggle and that's waaay ...

Papa Johns has a great promo code that expires TODAY (3/19/13) Any Large Pizza - 50% off CODE: 50pizza  We got our Large Hawaiian for $6 & a specialty Large for $7.50 ordering online with carryout is the easiest.  We just say when we want to pick it up, and we get it on the way home. Goodness I love America. Sometime I love when we feed the missionaries. Not bad I dare say! Also, the frozen spinach/cheese ravioli from Aldi was delicious! I am loving easy meals these days. Discounted/good/easy meals that is.  because.cooking.has.really.become.undesirable. I just keep praying that it's healthy enough. And that some of my eating habits won't carryover post-baby. #food #do.i.ever.talk.about.anything.else

35 weeks I feel like I have a lot to do, but I am moving at turtle speed. I hate that feeling, although I literally move at turtle speed these days. I so very very understand why sleeping gets difficult only because moving is difficult. It's as if you are feeling muscles down there that no longer want to work, so you're left with this pressure sort of pain that doesn't let you roll over easy, get up easily, or walk easily. And let's keep ignoring the cankles that have even decided to plague me in the mornings now. Knock on wood, it could be worse.  I still got the pedicure with my coworker for girls night and I do at least love my toes. It felt so good, I just wish I didn't have to explain the fluffiness. She understood. She said she has 2 boys and both pregnancies made her puff up from the knee down. Heaven forbid. I still hauled up that huge stroller box 3 flights of stairs because I'm such an eager beaver. It's so awkward with a 20 pound bell...

Week 34 Elephantiasis has caught up with me: read here for more education on swollen ankles It's kind of depressing and annoying. Any way, it's the end of a long day and I have a bad habit of crossing my legs (which really means I'm just a good girl). Fluid retention. Just splendid. The lady at the grocery check-out: "Oh you must be due this week" Me: "5 weeks" (I lied because technically it's 6 but she made me sound so big already) The lady at the grocery check-out: "Oh no way; I think this one is coming early" Me: "smile" ...so apparently I'm bigger these days. And apparently the granola cereal I bought is more granola and less cereal.  ughhhh disaster, Mr Smith I need you. It's bedtime at 8:30 PM. I miss us.

So I've just discovered how much of a spoiled baby I am. I dropped off Eric at the airport. He'll be gone a week. I know I know that people's spouses get deployed, work night shifts, or they have work trips where they're constantly in and out of the home, but I've been spoiled so far in our marriage. I got used to having Mr Smith every night of my life here in the flesh. I love his flesh. Cause now, I realize, at 7.5 months of pregnancy, I'm a blubbering fool who has a hard time saying goodbye. Because then I freak out about what a real goodbye could mean, and all of a sudden you realize how scary it is to want someone so much. Now, you can't picture life without them, and that scares you. Well, at least it does me. It's like what your first boyfriend does to you. I remember being SO okay with not dating. I was more than okay about it (my mother wasn't). I tried to avoid it and push most people away. But the first one inevitably comes, an...

This is for my cousin, Shannon: It doesn't look like I've changed much . . . but alas 6.5 weeks to go! And on that note, those big purchases will be coming soon, next in priority is a breast pump . Can't get much weirder than that. So, ladies, is this what I want? Medela Advanced I'm not sure why there are such big gaps in some of the Medela choices. Then there are ones like Ameda Purely Yours AND others . . . (I really don't like researching them) I really don't even want to make this purchase or even think about what this means. But alas, I know it must be done. [And I know some of you say manual is just fine. I don't believe you. I also know some of you say rent from the hospital until you get nursing down, but I think I'm straying away from you too.] I also understand I can find a used one and buy the parts, so if I get lucky I'll go that route, but I still need to know which one, from you, mothers, who have gone before...

I just bought a car seat.  It's legit people. Im growing up. I'm going to have a car seat in my car. Like grown ups do. Happy Tuesday Tunes And one for you Mr Smith . . .

It hasn't failed me this pregnancy, and that makes me so happy.  My energy is starting to wane. If only I could just sit on my butt and drink chocolate milk all day! I wouldn't feel like a fat loser, nope. Baby update: Still moving a ton and she gets hiccups (if that's what it is) a lot I can't wear my jeans anymore. No pants fit. I sleep with 4 pillows plus big bertha and sometimes Mr Smith It hurts to slouch which sucks cause I do it all the time. Getting in and out of my car is . . . strenuous Getting up from anywhere is strenuous I can hold my bladder sitting down, but it's painful once you standup I think my feet are starting to feel the 30 extra lbs For FHE, Eric & I went to Aldi, a local (cheap) grocery store. Date night. So sweet. And I made dinner. Granted, Mr Smith left to pick something up at a friends house and should have been home by now to eat it with me . . . but who is bitter.  It was a tasty dinner and I did not wai...