Long Weekend.

We are officially completely moved in to our new house! G and I spent the entire weekend moving our things over to the new house and cleaning the old one...a project that I am more than happy to leave behind. We are really lucky to know some wonderful people here who helped us load and unload the truck and we couldn't have done it without them. Moving when you're pregnant is hard because you feel so lazy and guilty while everyone moves large boxes and furniture. I felt like a wimp carrying down stacks of books and odds and ends, pots and pans. I had to keep reminding myself that I'm not as agile as I used to be and that I should take it easy.

It feels good to have everything we own together in the same place, rather than spread out between car, hotel, old house, and new. It's also overwhelming just seeing how much junk we've managed to accumulate over the past six months. We're planning on garage sale-ing a ton of things this Saturday which will be great because we'll actually be able to walk through our rooms without tripping over chairs and boxes and clothes.

I took Bunz to the vet today to have her claws removed. I hate that we have to put her through such an awful thing, especially with the new move and upcoming dog and baby appearances. For those of you who know nothing about me, please do not bother lecturing me on the cruelty of de-clawing. I do not think it's a fair or pleasant experience to put any animal through and have dreaded this day since the first time we talked about having to do it. We just simply do not have a choice. B isn't the kind of cat who would love to be pet by our baby and I'm just not willing to take the risk of her scratching baby H all up and down. And those of you who have met B know that if we were to give her to the shelter, no one would adopt her because she is so scary and unfriendly to strangers.

I just got a call from the vet letting us know that everything went smoothly and that she'll be able to come home with us on Wednesday. Poor little B.


Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving...I'll write much more and post pictures when we get internet in our teeny-tiny new home!

White Winter Hymnal/Fleet Foxes.

This song really makes me miss having real Falls and cold Winters. I never thought I'd be saying this, but I really want to be in Chicago right now putting on two sweaters, a huge coat, boots, and mittens...just to walk in the snow to go to the grocery store and back.

Warm and humid Thanksgivings? Mild temperature, no snow Christmases? No thanks.

Guuurl, You Lookin' Good In Them Jeans......

Today I bought my first maternity clothes. I was originally thinking that perhaps I could make it this entire pregnancy without having to wear one item with "MATERNITY" on the tag. At the rate this baby's growing now...it was only a matter of time.

I also thought that I would never (EVER) own a pair of those god-awful jeans with the elastic band running up past the stomach. And so, I have been cramming my newly popped big ol' belly into my pre-preggo jeans (with the help of a hair tie looped through the button hole. It's beginning to get a little uncomfortable.

Just for kicks and out of extreme curiosity I tried on a pair of those "horrible" jeans and there was the "Oh-my-gosh-these-are-SOOOO-comfortable-why-didn't-I-buy-these-three-months-ago-I'm-totally-going-to-sleep-in-these-I-think-I-can-get-away-with-wearing-them-every-day-does-this-band-actually-make-my-baby-bump-look-smaller!!-now-I-can-wear-all-of-my-old-shirts-these-are-amazing" feeling. [Meg G- this one's for you!]

Shopping for maternity clothes was really hard for me to do without my mom. It really felt like one of those rare and special times that you should be experiencing with your mom and it was weird doing it without her. I almost felt guilty, like I should have gone shopping with her months ago when they were visiting for my birthday.

I really wish she could have been there to laugh at all of the stretchy waist lines and over sized sweaters with me. I wish she could have been there to tell me which jeans fit me the best and which shirts to keep....

D.A.N.C.E/Justice.

We at the Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn....

We just found out that this hotel will be our home until November 28th. We stopped by the house to pick up our mail and our neighbors said that our landlord told them they can terminate their lease as well...so it must be a pretty moldy situation up there. G couldn't resist a peak inside our (used to be) home and he said that the whole area smells like harsh chemicals and they are running air filters in every room.

On Wednesday I spent the whole day trying to find a new home for us to move into (with no luck). I viewed over seven apartments and must have called about thirty as well. At 5:00 G came home from work, jumped on Craigslist, and within minutes found us a cute little house in a safe neighborhood. This is how it always happens, so I'm figuring either I'm really bad at house hunting or he's just really lucky when it comes to that kind of stuff.

Two days later and we've signed the lease on a CUTE two bedroom house. A HOUSE. Our own house! Rent is about two hundred dollars cheaper than what we were paying for our (much larger) mold garden. The thing I love the most is that the walls are painted fun colors. I've always wanted to live in a house with colored walls, but have always been too lazy to even think about painting and then re-painting everything white before our lease ends. The house is so small it actually feels like a home, somewhere you actually look forward to coming back too after work. We get the keys on Wednesday and move in by Saturday (after Thanksgiving)!!!


Because of the smaller size of this house, we have to downsize big time. I can't wait to start throwing out a lot of our household items that never get used. It's like we're starting over, which feels really good. New baby, new house, new adventure. Go us. Yay!

Goodbyes and Big Stomachs.

Today I said goodbye to all my little kiddos. I thought I'd be real excited but it was actually really hard. At least I'm not moving and will be able to visit them whenever I want. BIG plus of leaving? Not being so sick all the time!



Speaking of BIG...holy crap look at my stomach now! AND it gets bigger? This is getting really funny.



My family sent us a bunch baby clothes AND a machine for listening to baby's heartbeat! I can't wait to listen in on him and also for G to hear it as well (his first time!)

Roll The Dice...

Our friend Katie took this picture over the weekend. I just love it so much, especially because it captures our relationship pretty perfectly. We're staying in a hotel until Tuesday to avoid the mold garden that has since taken over our house. It's like Jumanji over there, black and blue mold quickly creeping and crawling over the walls and floors, tables, and beds. All of our things are covered in fuzz and every day the mold spreads to more and more of our belongings (including Little Baby's things! :-/ ) Maybe this whole thing would be more bearable if we had an unshaven Robin Williams running around, cutting through the mold with a machete and making tons of PG jokes while doing it.

While I'm missing my bed already, I can't say I'll miss coughing and sneezing all of the time and hardly sleeping because I'm paranoid about the spores I'm breathing in. It's also pretty freakin nice to have a high powered shower and clean sheets, cable TV, and continental breakfasts too. Cat is having a great time as well and loves the big new bed and all of the crawling spaces she's discovering inside our (two bedroom!) room.

I Can't wait until this whole thing gets figured out. To tell you the truth, I wouldn't mind getting out of the whole place and into somewhere actually livable.

An Update and a Rant.

This weekend we got to play around Savannah with two of our wonderful Chicago friends. I don't think I really realized how badly we need more friends here before I picked them up at the airport. This whole weekend flew by, obviously time does when you're so busy having a blast almost 24/7.

This weekend, I learned that although I am over seven months pregnant, I can still walk into a bar without stares or giggles. I can still ride bikes all over the beach and take pictures while doing so (I'll post some of those later...) I learned that blasting Miley Cyrus', "Party in the USA" is way more fun when you are driving a car full of friends home at one o'clock in the morning. I also learned that I miss Chicago like crazy...or maybe I just miss all the people we left behind.

The baby room is getting more complete and I have been having so much fun framing artwork and painting shelves. The rest of our house will always be scattered, incomplete, and somewhat bare, but that baby room? EEEEE-Gawds! (as my Grandma would say) it's gonna blow your mind. Matching furniture? What?! Carpet? What?! Organization? Whoa.

Guess you know where to find me....


I think I've been putting so much time and effort into decorating that room because I am getting so sick of our apartment. Maybe it's the whole "nesting" thing...whatever that is, but I am so tired of our house looking and feeling so disorganized. I never realized how expensive it is to actually decorate a house and make it feel like a home.

Also, lately it seems like no matter how much I clean the house is always messy. And not in a "lived in" sort of way. I'm talking about a "moldy, damp, and smelly" sort of way. We have black mold covering the walls of our back room and our pillow cases, blankets, and clothes are always damp at night. I get home from work and spend the rest of the night sneezing and coughing up who-knows-what because of it all. Makes me real excited to get home.

I don't think there's anything we can really do about the mold and dampness, which makes the whole thing that much worse. And then I think about bringing a baby into that environment and I just about loose it. Now that Savannah is cooling off a bit, the mold and condensation in our place has really become a pain. Any one have sugguestions? I'm sick of being sick and I'm sick of scrubbing mold and dust all the time. I want to look forward to coming home, instead of dreading it all day.

Gross.

30 Weeks!

Only ten more weeks (at the most!) left in this pregnancy? Yikes! We are getting so excited, I get butterflies every time I think about meeting the tiny guy.


29 1/2 Weeks!

30 Weeks!

30 Weeks!

We're working on it!

A Typical Day At Work:

F: What are you eating?
A: A mint.
F: Oh...............What are you eating?
A: A mint.
F: Oh................What are you eating?
A: I already told you what I'm eating, so you tell me what I'm eating.
F: Huh?
A: What am I eating?
F: Huh?
A: WHAT am I EATING?
F: Huh?
A: A MINT!
F: Oh..........A mint?
A: Yep!
F: Oh.........I have some for me too?
A: No, none for F...they are too spicy.
F: Too spicy?
A: Yep.....
F: Oh........Too spicy mint?
A: Yep.
F: Oh. I have some spicy mint too?
A: Nope, sorry.
F: What are you eating?
A: It's a mint!
F: Oh, I have a jelly bean too?
A: I don't have jelly beans.
F: Oh. What you have?
A: A MINT.

SO glad it's my Friday....