Me gusta pancakes and some other stuff...

I have a serious addiction to pancakes. No, I'm not lying... I really do! Last weekend it was pumpkin and "fake" blueberry... who knows what this weekend holds! I may cave to some Kerbey Lane mix. At almost $6 a box, I could easily go out to eat for a giant pancake platter, but it would not taste near as fab. Much happiness can come my way, and troubles can be absolved in my future with just a simple serving of pancakes...

This is where the fun begins and unfortunately you have to be privy to my wandering preggo brain...

1. I am super thankful that I followed my pizza craving to Little Caesar's today rather than ordering at Domino's-- even though Domino's crust along makes it worth the wait. The thrill came when I opened the door at LC and saw the drink cooler... yep. They have Pepsi products... and if you have known me long enough, you know that Pepsi makes everything better... Well, that and a bean burrito from Taco Bell.

2. I have found some super precious sweet friends from the past recently. It makes me feel good that some of them, who I haven't spoken to in 10 years-- can pick up where we left off as seniors in high school and it seem like only yesterday.

3. Shame on you Marc Summers for having Spring Rolls on your unwrapped show. Now I want some!

Tomorrow is cleaning frenzy part 2 and hospital bag packing day... I am ready to meet my inhabitant. Thursday we are having a size/location ultrasound... I haven't gotten to see real good shots of him. It seems like the ultrasound techs have been in super hurries... I think this time, I may go in packin'. Perhaps I can get a 3D of his sweet face. Well, if the gal knows what's best for her...

Peace, Love and Pancakes... yum

my bump, my bump, my lovely baby bump... check it out!

Alright... 35 weeks is upon us. This is what we are dealing with these days...

I'm starting to kind of like this oblong sphere I am carrying around. It's hard to believe in 5 weeks or less, there is going to be a baby in my life. A REAL LIVE BABY! A mini-me! I am scared to death of this little bugger... mostly because it has a penis attached to it. I know nothing about little boys. Nada, zip, zero. I am totally down if he wants to be Kurt Hummel... at least I know something about shopping and diva-ness. Speaking of, I miss good, new, fab episodes of Glee... 

I am not rollin' with the whole New Year resolution thing this year... I am just flying by the seat of my pants. I have a couple of goals though... 1. I am praying I can be half the mother my Momma is to me. She is pretty much the flyest woman on the planet, and considering I have been compared as a mini-me my whole life... that would make me pretty much the shizz. I think my odds are good. 2. Write. write. write some more. I have been slacking in a serious way since I got preggo. That's 8 months of wasted muse. So, while this may be the rambliest poo ever to hit the block, I can at least say it's a start.

Anyone up for ice cream? I kind of want some... welcome to the brain of a pregnant woman...

A sigh of ultimate relief...

The best New Years gift a Momma to be could ask for... ultimate freedom to nest like a mad woman. Nest I did... like an angry bird. New Years Eve was spent with great friends who helped Jason install laminate flooring in the nursery-- while the wives assembled strollers, swings, and anything else we could get our hands on... Every scrap of clothing from newborn to 3 months was washed, folded and put away... The hurricane fury has swept through, and I like what I am seeing...

Before:

After:

loving my life, loving this room, loving all the possibilities it brings... especially in 2011. Happy New Year Momma JFTB!

toys...

Is it possible to want to have a baby just to play with the toys? I can already say guilty as charged... I bought my nephew a "My Pal Scout" Leapfrog stuffed dog that is interactive and teaches as well as sings... Yep. I caved. I loved it so much I went out in the crazed day after Christmas hustle and bustle, and bought one for my in-utero bff. It's already out of the box and programmed. It spelled his name in an ABC song, and sang about milk... because right off the bat, that's going to be his favorite food! Right?

tomorrow is set up-ultimate nesting frenzy-nursery kung foo day. THis little buddy can keep Jaxon's swing occupied. 6 weeks to go... 6 scary stress filled pins and needly kind of weeks. Please God, don't fulfill my nightmares and let me go into labor at school.... the thought of my water breaking in front of 7th graders freaks me out in more ways than you know... 

What a day...

First it was a fight with a bottle of orange death...

Ok.... so the first sip wasn't bad... Like a real sweet orange Hawaiian Punch... but have I told you how much I HATE Hawaiian Punch? Even when it's mixed with Everclear and fruit cocktail and served in a trashcan. That's what I tried to envision while gulping this down... half way through, I felt like Adam on Man VS. Food.... The drink was winning. My throat burned and I already felt like I was "jacked up on Mountain Dew!"... ugh. The last sip went down with a fight... "Momma! I don't want to drink it!!!!!" I successfully consumed it in the allotted time, met my friend the infamous "pot head looking phlebotomist" who sucked out 4 tubes of blood and kindly let me know "this is the last time we'll probably have to see each other if all goes well!" Who is he kidding?.... I am sure there is a dark secret that lurks in the files... they want to stick me every time I go! I did the ritual "collection of the party cup" in the bano and met up with Kelsey, the sweetest nurse ever, who checked my weight (only have gained 14 pounds in the last 28 1/2 weeks! WHOO!) and led me to a room where I saw this...

The syringe looked like something straight up off of a sci-fi flick where they do bad alien experiments.... then she told me to drop my pants and she was gonna stick my right butt cheek!!!! KELSEY! WHY!? I thought we were friends!!!! No one ever told me it was going to be a booty shot. BOOTY! IN. THE. BOOTY. Ok, here's the deal. I am afraid of needles... No, I am not kidding. SCARED. TO. DEATH. Especially when it's a booty shot. That is never good. Booty shots are for the real bad ones that are thick and meant for cattle. Yup.... it hurt. Good thing she took my blood pressure BEFORE I found out it was a booty shot. Last time I got one I was 19 and had an infected spider bite. It was one of those nasty antibiotic glue thick ones... I told the nurse I was going to kick her... I screamed... I bucked... They had another nurse come in to hold me down. Yup..... This time I acted more grown up about it, but I would be lying if I said I didn't scream OW! She said she was sorry....

yeah right. I didn't even get a sticker!

Did I mention the muse has come back to visit? Or maybe I just have rediscovered my l.o.v.e. for writing again. Whatever it is... I hope she doesn't peace out on vacay. Maybe I owe it to the Soup Lady... She always has such wonderful stories... 

Oh. I went shopping... yeah, retail therapy always makes shots better.

Arch-nemesis...

BEHOLD!!!!! I give you my arch-nemesis... T minus 1 minute until chug time... I am scared to death I am gonna hurl. Then I get to drive 45 minutes to the Dr. Get blood shanked from my arm, get a shot, pee in a cup... the opportunities for what else in store is endless... UGH. I am taking myself shopping. Details on the survival mission to come...

LET'S GET THE SHOW ON THE ROAD!!!

I close my eyes and I see this room...

But when I open them... I see this room...

Does someone have a magic wand they can loan me? Does Hermoine Granger have a spell to put together my nursery? I have awesome painted walls, the name is secured in it's spot... a crib ready to be assembled and lavished with cute monkey bedding. There's also clothes and various toys spread as far as the eye can see, along with a catch all magnet that seems to be collecting non-baby things. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE? 11 weeks to go... Will baby Jaxon's room get finished in time? I sure hope so!