I'll be eating popsicles in the basement if you need me

80 degrees is a death sentence when you're 8 months pregnant. (Ok, nearly 8 months pregnant for anyone else who is actually counting.)

I went on a 20 minute walk today and aside from thinking I might go into labor in front of a little league practice, it went alright. It was my first 'leave the house' sort of exercise in probably 3 weeks mainly because people make me feel like an albino squirrel when I walk past them. Maybe it's in my head, but I dare you to come on a walk with me and tell me that it's not true. Anyway, I came home with some swollen fingers and feet and a bad case of the back sweat. Nothing I'm not completely accustomed to by now.

My main source of exercise is the stair climber and I like to do about 4-5 sets between 10pm and 6:30am. One of these days, I'm going to pee my pants. Not because I don't realize I have to go, but out of pure laziness because it is getting to be quite the haul up to the bathroom these days.

Just wait until you're pregnant, you'll know what I mean and trust me, you will not be laughing. Because you'll be crying. All the time. About things like spilling fruit in the parking lot of Einstein Bagels and spilling grapefruit juice all over your favorite maternity pants within 30 minutes of getting to work and forgetting where you put a $10 check 2 months ago and all the good tv shows having their season finales at the same time.....you know, important stuff that is worth your tears! Just you wait!

Happy almost Mother's Day

I can't quite wrap my mind around being someone's mom but I figure I better try to get into this mom mode asap.

I started with cutting coupons. I also bring unlimited amounts of snacks with me anywhere and found myself buying travel size kleenex and wipes the other day at Target. I'd say I'm well on my way to mom-dom.

I'm not sure if this is my last non-mother mother's day or my first mother's day but since I got a card in the mail today, I'm going for firstsies.

I also think it's crucial that you all know that my rollercoaster of emotions is at an all time high right now. and an all time low.

My days are currently filled with a lot of road rage, garage sale rage, and general rage and if anyone calls me out on it, I can guarentee instant tears. There's really not room for any normalcy when it comes to 3rd trimester emotions.

And if anyone who reads this is a "I love being pregnant" type of girl, let me just tell you that I hate no one else more than you right now. Seriously. :) :) :)

but....seriously.

Happy Mother's Day!