After searching high and low to find the Snoogle pillow that I saw on Ellen my Mom finally found it in a local store.
All the
Pregnancy pillows: much easier to discern than tuna fish.
With just three months to go it is becoming increasingly difficult to get comfortable and get a good night's sleep. This pillow was a life changer.
My feelings toward the Snoogle:
Where have you been all my life?
"Hey, baby. I think I wanna marry you."
Other family members have even caught the Snoogle fever...
A giant BLESS YOU to the creator(s) of this masterpiece.
Sincerely,
My aching ribs, back, and body
We recently celebrated my Uncle David's Birthday with dinner at Lizard's Thicket. At the end of the meal I went to wash my hands (chicken tenders are messy, you know), and out of nowhere I got a terrible nosebleed.
If only Moses had been present to stop this unfortunate event.
I never made it back to the table and was escorted out of there like an invalid. It was horrible, but I survived the ride back to Nanny & Papa's for cake and ice cream.
Clearly I've had an influence on Ryan since he took advantage of me with a camera during such a damaging and vulnerable time.
Ice + tissues + Snoogle = recovery
Twenty minutes later I was a normal human being again. Well...
In other news it just dawned on Ryan and me that time is running short and we needed to begin registering for showers and getting the nursery together. Of course his and my ideas of what we "need" for the baby tend to differ.
Ryan's idea of registry items:
And mine:
But as Diamond Rio suggested we ended up meeting in the middle. What we did not anticipate, however, was the utter confusion and cluelessness we'd experience while choosing said items.
A) How can there be five choices of 'Butt Paste'? Sadly this item did not get scanned.
B) They're making reusable diapers again? Yeesh! Someone save me.
C) WHY are there eight MILLION choices of bottles? For Heaven's sake, wouldn't just one kind be sufficient?! I don't see Burger King, for example, offering such a vast array of drinking cups.
No, this one won't do. I need the medium flow kind. Really???
But nothing prepared us for the state of unadulterated hopelessness we'd experience while selecting a convertible car seat and stroller. However, the store attendant made it look so easy that I felt like a moron.
"You simply strap A into B, hop on one foot and connect C, then spin around three times while yelling 'baby-got-back' before releasing button D."
Instructions included.
Until we can successfully perform this science-rivaling task (which may not be until 2025) catapulting my little girl into oblivion each time I operate this apparatus will be a legitimate concern.
The entire day of registering was like something out of a movie. Weird does not begin to describe it. Aside from our debilitating decisions on kiddie cups my parents called in a panic after being victims of a foreign computer scam, and while I'm in the car on the phone with them trying to play Sherlock Holmes a blushing Ryan emerges from a store in terror.
Why? Because he had used the womens' bathroom by mistake and realized his egregious error when a lady came up beside him at the sink to wash her hands.
Oh, Ryan...you married into it. Frequent mistakes like this occurring were only a matter of time. Suffice it to say that unless they're offering a 100% off sale he won't be entering that store anytime in the foreseeable future.
Misfortunes aside we managed to open registries at Target, Babies R' Us, and Buy Buy Baby successfully. Be on alert until the next mishap.
This past weekend was very special. Two people who are very dear to me tied the knot!
The Lewis and Carlson families have been very close since I can remember. As a matter of fact, one fall afternoon in 1984 Mrs. Rosemary and a four week old Bryan were going to come visit my mother who said that she just wasn't feeling well that day. That day turned out to be my BIRTHDAY, because a loud mouthed Katharine was born at 7:07 that evening like a jet plane.
On my third Birthday Bryan was the only guest invited to come over and have cake with me, because my mother was very pregnant with Jay and didn't feel like having too many people around. I remember singing Little Mermaid songs for the Lewises at the top of my lungs while standing on the fireplace during their visits. Mr. Paul has come to the rescue numerous times with car repairs. Bennett was in my handbell class at FBC and I kept him laughing his head off, much to the dismay of our instructor. At least we can laugh about it now... Mrs. Rosemary and Mr. Paul were my Sunday school teachers for years (she made the BEST trail mix), we've had numerous get togethers and game nights, and Mrs. Rosemary- always the good sport- didn't even get angry when several of us decorated her yard and home for her milestone Birthday.
No question about it; I adore the Lewises. And when Bennett and Hilary asked me to play the piano and organ for their wedding ceremony I was thrilled and honored!
Bennett & Hilary fun through the years.
Rehearsal night!
One of the rehearsal dinner highlights included a tribute to the lovely couple from many of their Wofford friends- with rewritten lyrics to Ke$ha's "TiK ToK."
Memorable lines included: "Wake up in the morning feeling like Mrs. Lewis," and "the wedding won't start 'til you walk in." It was epic.
The wedding was a wonderful occasion with so many beloved friends!!!
The infamous "wobble dance." I'd never seen it before, but wow. I'm out from under my rock now.
The truth is that I partake in 'wobbling' enough due to my condition, and it's only going to get worse. This week I'll be in the third trimester. At my last appointment after confirming that my stomach is measuring right on schedule the doctor kindly looked at me and said, "With you being only five feet tall, your baby girl has nowhere to go but out. Just be prepared to get very big. People are probably going to ask if you're carrying a linebacker or twins, but please know that it's normal for your height."
So help me if anyone asks if I'm having twins or makes any comment whatsoever about me being hefty I will turn into Lindsay Lohan during that lunchroom scene in Mean Girls.
So just remember...
And to add to my pot-o-fortune I've been dealing with Costochondritis since Sunday morning. Translation? It's an inflammation of the cartilage around the heart and ribs that makes activities such as breathing deeply, lying down, or simply tying a shoe excruciating. The good news is that it won't harm the baby at all. The bad news is that there is nothing I can take for it and no telling how long it will last.
I have therefore resorted to mind techniques to stay positive and alleviate the pain, such as thinking of things that would hurt worse than my chest right now:
1) Running my shin full speed into the corner of a steel coffee table
2) Swimming in a kiddie pool full of jellyfish
3) Chewing glass
But at least all these aches and pains are for the sweetest reason.
Right now my every breath is for Emerson. She needs me to survive, and each day that passes is one more day that she is growing stronger and getting ready to be in our arms. It's also one more opportunity that Ryan and I have to thank God for her.
That's enough to make one forget about body aches. Plus, that's where Snoogles come in handy!
Last week the world stood still in anticipation of the royal baby.
Straight out of a scene from The Lion King millions of people from all over the world went crazy at the first sight of Prince George.
I suppose George would be an eligible suitor for Emerson's first date. That is if he can handle the Moody madness and if I can resist breaking or spilling anything in front of the royals. Stay tuned.
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