For those of you who haven't heard yet...Baby Fenton should make his/her arrival sometime around May 10th.
FAQ's
Was it planned? Yes
Are you nuts? Maybe
Are you going to find out what you're having? No
Why not? Because
(Actually...according the the pencil test, I already know what we are going to have!! Ha...Madame Rebecca!)
Things I'm thankful for right now:
*Not going to be pregnant in the summer
*No morning sickness...yet
*Seeing the baby's heartbeat last week
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Muffin Top
Sorry about not posting for 2 whole weeks...yeah, yeah...you've heard it before...busy, busy, busy. Isn't everyone? Now on to my story...
Have you ever heard me say how much I hate Fall? Yep...hate it, in all it's beautiful, leaves changing color, sweat shirt and jean wearing glory! Here's why: You see, I don't really have a fall wardrobe. I stand in front of my closet each night and try to put something somewhat cohesive together to wear to work the next day. Sometimes I look like a clown. I hate freezing my butt off in the morning and then feeling as though I am going through menopause in the afternoon. So where am I going with this???
Well, after assessing my wardrobe, I found that some of my pants were getting just snug enough to create the Muffin Top effect. Nice, huh? Wanting to make the most out of my not so abundant, slightly snugish pants, I waltzed out to the Wal Mart last night and bought this contraption that claimed that it would smooth the tummy and hip areas...somewhat like a girdle, minus the underwear part. It kind of looked like a big belt that you wore across your mid section. Just what I was looking for! I put it on this morning under my sweater and thought "hmmm...not too bad, not too uncomfortable and man...not too much Muffin Top." As the day went on, this contraption was squeezing me so hard that I thought I wasn't going to be able to breathe. During my plan time, I contemplated getting the scissors out and cutting it right off of me. Never again will I endure pain to make the Muffin Top go away!
Have you ever heard me say how much I hate Fall? Yep...hate it, in all it's beautiful, leaves changing color, sweat shirt and jean wearing glory! Here's why: You see, I don't really have a fall wardrobe. I stand in front of my closet each night and try to put something somewhat cohesive together to wear to work the next day. Sometimes I look like a clown. I hate freezing my butt off in the morning and then feeling as though I am going through menopause in the afternoon. So where am I going with this???
Well, after assessing my wardrobe, I found that some of my pants were getting just snug enough to create the Muffin Top effect. Nice, huh? Wanting to make the most out of my not so abundant, slightly snugish pants, I waltzed out to the Wal Mart last night and bought this contraption that claimed that it would smooth the tummy and hip areas...somewhat like a girdle, minus the underwear part. It kind of looked like a big belt that you wore across your mid section. Just what I was looking for! I put it on this morning under my sweater and thought "hmmm...not too bad, not too uncomfortable and man...not too much Muffin Top." As the day went on, this contraption was squeezing me so hard that I thought I wasn't going to be able to breathe. During my plan time, I contemplated getting the scissors out and cutting it right off of me. Never again will I endure pain to make the Muffin Top go away!
Monday, September 1, 2008
Conversation of the Day
At the Cubs game today, waiting 15 minutes for the ice cream guy to make it our way...
Jordyn: "Mom"
Me: "Yeah"
Jordyn: "You mean to tell me they have enough guys selling beer here, but there's only one guy selling ice cream!"
This was after at least 10 guys walked by selling beer in the time we were waiting for the ice cream dude to come back. Unfortunately, this was when I had to explain to her Life Lesson #58...It's the big boys who are catered to at Major League baseball games. Everyone else is chopped liver!
Jordyn: "Mom"
Me: "Yeah"
Jordyn: "You mean to tell me they have enough guys selling beer here, but there's only one guy selling ice cream!"
This was after at least 10 guys walked by selling beer in the time we were waiting for the ice cream dude to come back. Unfortunately, this was when I had to explain to her Life Lesson #58...It's the big boys who are catered to at Major League baseball games. Everyone else is chopped liver!
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