I can no longer...

Things I can no longer do now that I am in my final 8 weeks of pregnancy:

1. Tie my shoes. I've been wearing slip ons for weeks, thank goodness for thick winter socks.

2. Get dressed after breakfast. I can, but it takes much longer and I need a nap afterwords. Seriously. Once there is baby AND food in belly, game over.

3. Eat without mint gum or Tums or a ginormous glass of milk nearby to kill the inevitable heartburn that shows up almost immediately after swallowing.

4. Get off my couch without assistance. If Mike isn't around, I actually have to do the scooch-scooch-scooch to the edge, then rock back and forth grunting like an elderly woman in order to get back on my feet. Wyatt, who is usually cuddling with me, is starting to look concerned. Yesterday, I actually attempted to get him to "fetch up" the couch pillow that fell on the floor after I laid down. He just stared at me.

5. Eat chili magic. So sad. So not worth the sleepless night, though.

6. Live without my constantly filled waterbottle.

7. Enter a store without hitting the bathroom first. And sometimes hitting it again before I leave for home.

8. See my feet.

9. Pick up anything on the floor with out grunting and huffing and steadying myself once I stand up again.

10. Wear a winter coat. Not because they don't fit, I mean, they don't, but because I get too darn hot. I am seriously shocked most mornings by the temperature gadge in my car, because I always feel balmy. Or sweaty. Whichever.


There's plenty more, I am sure, but I also can't remember anything anymore.

For Lindsay....

http://popwatch.ew.com/popwatch/2008/12/its-internation.html

Best news I've heard all day... today is officially "answer the phone like Buddy the Elf" day. So when you're sitting at your desk in a food coma after eating leftover office party chinese this afternoon (Like I will most certainly be...), liven things up a bit with a "Buddy Elf, what's your favorite color?" line and see what unfolds.

I mean, its the official day for it according to ew.com, so you can't actually get in trouble, right? I have caller ID, so we'll see if I get the chance to brighten the day of someone who has a friendly sounding name.

This one is for you, Linds.

:)

Hilarious. Merry Christmas!

No, this is not my house... but it could be. We actually don't have any lights up outside... but we did take them out, just they are sitting in our laundry room. In a box.