The Baby Room

The baby room is almost complete! Here's a little peek of our guys room.

Say What?

So yesterday at our doctors appointment they had me do the Group B test (moms and pregnant ladies you know what it is) and while they were explaining it to me we all looked over and saw a semi-horrified look on Robbys face. Needless to say we all busted up laughing. Ahahaha - I can still get a belly laugh just thinking about it...

House is almost unpacked - odds and ends is all that's left. Robbys step-dad made us a crib and they are delivering it on Saturday. Baby shower is Saturday... then we wait... I'm not super stoked that my delivery hospital is all the way in Encinitas, but I really like my doctor and nurses there. The whole hospital is like a freaking musical with how helpful and nice they are.

New House - New Ankles

Thanks to everyone who helped us move! We are in the new house and almost completely unpacked. Just Baby Terrills room is left! :) Seriously though - so many peeps showed up to help us move that I am EXTREMELY grateful, especially since being 8 months pregnant makes things a little tricky these days.

Speaking of new things, my ankles have become thankles. Not cankles, but thankles. That's right, my ankles are the size of my freaking thighs it feels like. I drink a crap load of water, raise my feet at work, exercise and everything else I'm supposed to do and these babies are so swollen sometimes I can barely move them. Oh the joys. I'm super in love with this little boy in my belly, but I hate pregnancy. Can't wait to hold him! 7 more weeks...

Guy Night

Most Friday nights Robby has what I refer to as "Guy Night". He goes and does his thing and I do mine. We definitely decompress differently after a weeks worth of work so we've found this works out great for both of us to enjoy our weekend together. I usually spend the time with family and friends, he goes with "Guy Night" (video games, friends, video games, food, video games:)).

So yesterday afternoon I went to my little sisters cross country race at Jesmond Dean Park in Esco, spent time with the niece at the park, then went to my sisters house to play with more kiddos (right now decompressing for me involves playing with kids :)). After dinner my 3 year old nephew wanted to play Candyland so I complied and away we went. He grabbed the box, opened up the board, decided he had to be the yellow gingerbread man, and pulled out the color cards. As his little friend came over he began explaining the game to him - "The cards do this, you do that. Oh - and don't land on the Poop Man." Ahahahahahahaha. Apparently my little nephew thinks Gloppy from Candyland is Poop Man. I tried to explain, but a 3 year old boy is going to love the name Poop Man more than Gloppy.

I wonder how that name would have changed the game... siiiiiiiick.

Alien Belly and hormones

I'm to the point where my belly seems to be constantly moving. I'll look down and it's like watching one of those alien movies - you know the part right before the alien bursts from the woman's stomach. (Future child of mine - I am not referring to you as an alien, but I reserve the right to do so in the future.) It's a trip, and Robby thinks it's hilarious. He loves being able to feel our boy move and since the kid seems to be enrolled in several self defense classes (Jujitsu, karate, sumo, aikido, etc.) he gets to feel him move quite a bit. I especially love when he kicks so hard I wince or it makes me jump. My innards are troopers being kicked and squished all the time. Perhaps I can get him to take up a yoga class in place of one of his self defense classes...

I've always been able to keep my emotions in check (for the most part). Very few things could phase me. Well, introduce pregnancy hormones (I'm still convinced after the past 7 months of a ridiculous sucky pregnancy that the hardest part is keeping the crazy in check) and my control begins to weaken. I've never sent Robby off in the middle of the night, or the day for that matter, to pick me up something I'm craving. I've never started crying over baby stuff. Heck, I've even held it all together after puking 14 times in one day while working. HOWEVER, I was not expecting this:

A few weeks ago my little brother and I went to grab some Subway for lunch. I was next to pay (one person in front of me) and they ordered the last chocolate chip cookie. In about 5 seconds I went from happy to severely angry (How dare they!) to "I'm about to cry if I don't get a cookie." All I have to say to that is, "WTH?" The 6th second I was alright and the world was brought back into balance when one of the employees brought out freshly made delicacies of wonder. I ordered, I paid, and my day was complete.

The Ghost Booger Picker

So today upon a visit to my sisters house my 4 year old niece and 3 year old nephew informed me about the Ghost Booger Picker. Apparently it is not okay to ever pick your nose, unless the Ghost Booger Picker does it. Who/what is the Ghost Booger Picker you ask? Well I did too! Get this...

The Ghost Booger Picker is when you have a kleenex on your finger and you pick your nose with that. Sweet niece and nephew of mine - I love you.

Finally!

So if any of you have been looking/trying to buy a house in the past few months you know it's a flipping gong show. We finally had to start looking at townhouses and condos and we found a condo to our liking. It's sweet and we found out yesterday it's ours! Paperwork has begun and escrow closes in 3-4 weeks. Yessssssss. Not only that, but my monthly payment and HOA will be freaking cheaper than renting. I'm super stoked because it sits like a duplex - only attached on one side to another persons dwelling, but it has a pretty massive backyard that leads directly into our garage that already has a washer and dryer in it - not to mention the whole house is ready to go. New carpet and tile, new paint, all stainless steel appliances, air conditioning (on my list of must haves being preggo in the summa time), and plenty of space for our growing family. The only thing I need to do now is buy a gate for the stairs. :)

Yay for new places that make you happy!

P.S. Since yesterday I've packed 23 boxes. Way to use my nesting urges for the power of good.

Bam.