Running Log, Pregnant Mary and Ramblings

If you paid any attention to my running log on the right you would take note that I've logged exactly 0 miles in a loooong time.  Let's face it: pregnant running is straight up AWKWARD.  Power walking has long since taken its place.  And, even sooner since, strolling has taken power walking's place.  That and lame, I mean, AWESOME, pregnancy work out videos that include bending down to pick up things as an "exercise".  Carrying another person in your abdomen turns out to actually be more of a work out than one would anticipate.

So you COULD say that I work out all the time.  Literally.  I'm winning again, which is beside the point, because my point is actually to share that I'm planning to run another half marathon at the end of the year next year.  I have always admired moms who run, but, going through a pregnancy adds to that adoration.

Also?  (not that it didn't mean anything before) but Pregnant Mary also has a lot more meaning after being pregnant.  If Matt suggested that I ride on a donkey for 80 miles, probably without snacks, I would tell him he was crazy, had no concern for my child or emotional state, which is shaky at best, because of all the confusion involving how I got pregnant and how I no longer have friends, not only on Facebook but in real life plus I'm retaining water and I look as big as a whale.

Giving birth in a cave?  That just adds a whole separate level of craziness.  But Pregnant Mary?  She rocked it like a champ.  What a strong woman!

Anyway, I'll be running a half next November with my good friend who is due right after me in March.  Go running moms!

'til next time!

Bows and Such

I recently taught myself to make wreath bows.  It's really easy, especially if you watch this YouTube video first and follow the directions.  It may also cause you to speak with an accent.  I have found this actually improves the overall appearance of the bow.  Don't think too highly of yourself, though.  It could result in gazing at the one you made and hung on your door, which is OK, that is, until someone catches you doing it.  Like, say, your student worker.

If you have a bare wreath in your house you have no excuse now.  I have done everything except provide you with ribbon.  If you aren't resourceful enough to obtain that, well, I can't help you.

Cheers!  'Til next time.

Just Put a Bird on It: Christmas Edition

Finally, the time has come:  MERRY CHRISTMAS!  Starbucks holiday cups are out, Target has Christmas decor, the holiday flags are flapping wildly on Main Street light poles.....which is how it has been since November 1, but that's neither here nor there.

I waited patiently to put up my Christmas tree, which I did, with gusto, yesterday evening.  My husband, who normally loathes the putting up of the tree, pitched in with holiday cheer.  It was either because we were delirious with the holiday spirit (not wine) or possibly because of the six hour trek home earlier that day.  OR most likely because of the bird incident.

Attic Man was falling down on the job yesterday.  Evidently, he has better things to do that keep birds from flying into the attic while the door is open to allow passage of Christmas decor from the dusty depths beneath the roof into the living room.  Also, he was still doing these better things when husband was trying to "flush out" said bird by running around Mr. Attic Man's lair in a crouched position swinging a broom and yelling.  I became involved by forming a screen with flattened boxes to force said bird down the opening after Matt "flushed" the bird from one side of the attic toward the door i.e. I was screaming and hitting the bird repeatedly as it tried in vain to fly around me into the corner to hide.  Please keep in mind that the attic does not have head space, or torso space.  Also, that I'm 7 months pregnant. (don't worry mom, I wasn't near any place I could bust through the ceiling.....)

Merry Christmas, bird.  We are about to get a bird trap for the attic.  Attic Man?  I expect you to resume my post and flush the bird into said trap.  Or you will be evicted.  You have one day.

Reflections of a Pregnant Woman

At no other point in my life would I be happy that someone told me I look huge.  Thanks, pregnancy.  You put things in prospective.  You are also cruel and prevent me from painting my toenails.  My eyebrows?  No, I can reach those.  You have nothing to do with those, Pregnancy.  You are, however, causing me to need a lot of Snickers.  (Fun size or just a regular bar, because those are the correct ratio, if you recall.  Snickers minis, I scoff in your face.  Unless you are the only option.  No.  Shame.)

At no other point in my life would I be smiling to myself while walking into work.  Nor would I cry merely at the sight of the color pink. (Unless it was the foul color of neon pink the guest room was painted when we moved in...).

At no other point in my life would I be so excited to meet this little girl!!

Cheers!  'til next time...

I Have a License to Eat Cookies

Why?  because I bought maternity pants.  These suckers are roomy.  I won't go back to regular clothes.  No.  Shan't.  (ok, don't worry.  I'm not taking "eating for two" literally.  But seriously.  Everyone should own these pants just for comfort.)

I have spent a lot of time looking for baby furniture and baby bedding....it's just all so sweet.  I can wait to hold this little baby and kiss his or her little nose.

PS - I didn't get overzealous here and post twice in one day....this is an old unpublished tidbit.

You're Welcome.

A Small Appliance Most Likely Killed the Cat

What did I do when I knocked my favorite glass pitcher off the top shelf in the pantry while getting the toaster over down? Well, first I stared at the huge mess of shattered glass all over my kitchen floor, started crying and then proceeded to burn the bacon. I blame pregnancy hormones. Luckily, I'm married and not trying to impress the man I live with. He was understanding enough to clean the entire thing up for me.

I have also addressed the real issue at hand: that I keep most of my small appliances in the pantry...why? you ask. Well, it's less cluttered that way. And much more tidy. And gives the illusion that I have endless amounts of counter space. Plus, I don't use the toaster oven very often. I think I just talked myself to moving it back into the pantry. I took care of the most hazardous object on that shelf just the other day. Thank you, blog, for helping solidify my beliefs about Small Kitchen Appliance Storage.

On a different note, today I'm the annoying office mate that popped pop corn and made the entire office smell like the movies. Unprofessional? Maybe.

Ask me if I care.

Until next time!!

PS - it's a good thing I spell checked...I had a type-o that could have been very awkward. Panty instead of pantry.

Vive La Fall

Today's plan includes but is not limited to putting out my fall decor, drinking either a soy pumpkin spice latte with no whip or a caramel apple spice from Starbucks, purchasing mums for the front yard, getting pumpkins and gourds and locating my Autumn Wreath Yankee Candle.

Check on the Fall decorations. Time to get crafty and fashion a door wreath. On a more serious note, I have been daydreaming about my future little family of four. (Yes I include my dog. I'm one of those). I'm not going to lie, I'm already planning out the Christmas card complete with my baby bump and our cute canine. It won't be unlike the last one, in that it might have to be only from the waist up because the man of the house is wearing sweatpants and a Christmas sweater.

The stories behind most Christmas pictures are as such.

Until next time!!