Thanks, Costco

I won.
We finally joined Costco.
With a muscle man and (soon to be) two growing boys, we decided buying in bulk would be a plus.

So Beau and I went last Tuesday just to kill some time and get aquainted. Preggos should be banned from this place. A package of 900 Oreos. Yes, please.

Which brings me to Thursday...

I had my routine doctor's appointment. No lie, as I was standing on the scale, the nurse blinks a few times, looks at me, looks at the scale, and says, "Am I reading this right?". Yes, sweetheart. Believe it. And despite my efforts to not wear jewelry or heavy articles of clothing that would weigh me down...I have gained another 10 pounds. In one month. Put that in your oven and bake it.

Trips to Costco are now limited to non-food purchases until further notice.

Anywho...

When Nanny was here over Thanksgiving she gave Beau his early Christmas present. He loves his bike. Well, that is until Leo makes him put his feet on the pedals and pushes him... thats when he screams bloody murder. Then it's just hilarious.

Seasons Greetings.

Yes, it's me...aaaand yes it is 4:30 in the morning. I made the utterly rediculous decision of drinking some orange juice (high pulp, calcium added, Pat...hehe) after 4 o'clock pm yesterday. Worst. Reflux. Ever. But, my digestive issues are your good fortune. Yes, we'll go with that.

I do want to apologize (again) for the blog neglect. But, you DO know it'ts that crazy time of year and I have been spending my time doing such productive things as:

Putting my Christmas decor up.

**crickets chirrping**

Oops.
No.
That's a lie.

Oh, it's definitely pulled down from the attic and sitting on my dining room table in all it's holiday glory. I normally LIVE for decorating my house for the holidays, but feel more like the Grinch this year. Let's just skip all the who-hash. My tree has been assembled for a week now without a stitch of decoration on it. Not a light, nay an ornament. And since I'm married to Scrooge in the flesh, it's just gonna stay naked until I somehow muster up some motivation. I did manage to throw away the pumpkin that has been gracing our doorstep for, oh, I don't know, TWO whole months. That's a start, right?

... So I've been doing my Christmas shopping.

Wait. Nope. Another fib. First of all, I hardly have the brain power to even wrap my head around the concept of gifts this year. The mere thought of going out amongst the crowds of sicklies and greedies makes my head explode. AND since I can barely fit in my car, all gifts are coming from a 1.2 mile radius of my house. Which limits choices to the Shell Gas Station, Big Lots, and, since the Huddle House closed, a Carribean Restaurant. 'Dats jerk wings for everyone, mon!

...But I've definitely been getting ready for baby.

Dammit. Can't get one by you guys. Let's just say...this baby better not decide to come a day earlier than planned. We are nowhere near where I had planned to be at this point. Since we are moving Beau to a "big boy room" (I feel like I have to say that in a high pitch voice and enthusiastic expression, even when talking to adults. It's awesome.) I had wanted to get him in there by Thanksgiving to get used to it. Ok, so it's been postponed to Christmas...New Years...Groundhog day?

Ok, the real reason is I'm feeling great and am always busy working out and volunteering in the community like a cow. A bipolar, sleep deprived, cow. When my mood swings are under control, my gas isn't. When I go an hour without peeing my pants, my back is killing me. I just don't want to bring everyone down with all my moaning, I mean, that's what I have a husband for.

Bah humbug.