Monday, February 28, 2011
It was a very busy weekend for me and Blobby Layne, what with putting together the crib and then winning an Oscar.
Thank goodness my stylist chose the tiny clutch purse, it was just big enough to hold a roll of TUMS and some saltines wrapped in a tissue.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Look at that face. I look happy as though I had good sense.
I have entered that stage of the pregnancy that some people call, 'pregnancy brain'. I call this the 'can't remember sh*t' phase.
For example, I look down at my own ankles a few times a day and am cruelly reminded that they no longer resemble the skinny ankles I once knew.
Rob thoughtfully brought up the word 'cankles'- as in my calves and my ankles have morphed into one. He was promptly rewarded with what I call the 'eat sh*t face'.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Welcome to week 23!
This past Thursday I got a punching. There I was, lounging in bed with a book and a Klondike bar (YES, an ice cream bar in bed- cut me some slack, I am pregnant,) and feeling pretty darn excited about it.
Not as excited as Blobby Layne apparently, who proceeded to pummel me. This hasn't happened since, but I have run out of Klondike bars and only managed to get to the store yesterday.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Here I am at five months preggo comparing my baby belly with Blobby Layne's Uncle Uriah- Clearly the real baby wins over the man-belly made of beer and eats.
This also clearly illustrates that by the time this whole baby business culminates in June, I am going to be a BEAST.