My plugs.

I think I'm going to start my movie reviews again. Of course, I could be lying.

But, I am getting into book clubs. Here is our Book Club Blog site if you are interested.

My new obsession. If you come up with anything good, let me know.

Also, it has come to my attention that some people don't know about Google Reader. If you don't, you ought to. It will save you hours of blogging time.

Loves.

Prego Log: #10- Who's Complaining?

Give Me a [Potty] Break

I'll just warn you right now that if you are someone who doesn't want to hear about my shrinking bladder then stop reading.

For the rest of you, get a load...

I have been peeing so much lately that I'm seriously considering just setting up camp in the bathroom. I decided to count how many times I pee in one day and so I counted yesterday. The number was upsetting: 20 and a half. 20 times!! I woke up at 7am and went to bed at 11pm and during those 16 hours I peed 20 times. That's 1.25 whizzles an hour. And the worst part is- they are always just dribbles. Little tinkles. Never a good solid pee. It's annoying.

Are you wondering about the half? Yeah, one of those 20 times I stood up and had the urge to go again, but when I tried- nothing. Outrage I tell you.



"You're on the heavy side."

Those are the words that my doctor said to me when I asked him how much weight I gained in two weeks. "Four poounds," he said, "you're on the heavy side."

I'll heavy side your face.

Luckily, I saw the mid wife today and she told me that I am doing just fine. I made all of my remaining appointments with her.


Sweetie, I think something is wrong with me. I can't move my (add any of a number of body parts here).

Poor David. All I do is complain... "I can't move my back. My knee keeps failing. My boobs are ridiculous. I think my skin is turning green. I'm so fat. I can't put my shoes on. Can you get me some water? Will you go get Miles? It's your turn to change him. Do you even understand how hard it is for me to put his pants on? I'm dizzy. I'm tired. I'm full. I'm starving. I have to pee. I have to pee again. I need you to give me a little neck rub..."

Yep. I'm pregnant and my condition is getting worse.

Poor Dave.


You ain't nothing but a hound dog.

Another warning. Just don't read this all together:

If you are still reading and you have ever been pregnant before- is it normal to be crazy horney all the time? I'm not saying that I am, but a friend of mine asked me to ask you.

Happy Birthday My Love

Today is David's birthday.

I wish that I could put into words how much I love him. He is my best friend. You know that song by the Moldy Peaches that says: "I don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you?" That is us. I have felt that way since our first date 10 years ago.

We were looking at my yearbook for some reason the other day and I found the passage that he wrote to me when he was 16. It was amazing. He loved me then and he loves me now and I don't know why, but I am so grateful and I couldn't be happier. In fact, it was during our second verse of singing "I'm a Little Tea Pot" as Evanescence and the rocker that sings with her that this thought occurred to me. Don't you just love those moments? He was doing his crazy feet shuffle and I just thought, "Man, I love him."

And last night when we were sitting across the table from each other and I looked at him- I have never thought anyone was more attractive in all my life. Honestly.

Thanks for loving me too, David. I love you the most.

Miles gets mail.

We got a present from Gram Gram in Salt Lake and before we even opened the gift- Miles played with the packing peanuts for over an hour. Here are some photos of my little love bug...





And this is the final result.

Do it.

Vote.

Every vote counts.

Live from my porch: Barack O'Lantern MIA

Yes. It's happened. David's pumpkin was sadly taken from us on Halloween night.

When we went to bed- it was there, but when we woke up- only the headless horsemen remained. I would like to think that it is in a better place.

Maybe someone used it for a carving contest they pretended to enter. Or maybe it left to do some last minute campaigning in PA. I would much rather like to pretend that good things are happening to it- rather than what I'm sure has really happened... It got it's face smashed in. It was only a matter of time.

Here is to you- Barack O'Lantern.