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Sweet Revenge

We got the little witch that was trying to break into our roof! She's trying to give me the saddest raccoon face, but it's not going to work on me. She doesn't look very pregnant, so this may be the first of many...

Shameless

I think pregnancy is designed to make you as unsexy as absolute possible.

The biggest surprises along the way are how soon things happen to your body. For example, the toot n' scoot. I've never been around children before, so all I have to go by is other people's stories and movies/tv. Everything I've seen is that the uncontrollable toots come way later, when you're 8-9 months pregnant. Nope. You have to have the finesse of the toot n' scoot. Meaning, you WILL toot in public and you will have to walk away and/or just pretend like it didn't happen. No one is safe. There is no warning. The smallest activities such as getting out of a chair, or shutting a sliding glass door, will bring on the ever-sneaky, but always feared toot.

I had another doctor's appointment yesterday and she said, "Well, the good news is that you didn't gain nearly as much weight as last time". Whew, what a relief. I was worried I was getting fat. Thanks, doc. But she assured me that I will be approaching another growth spurt in the next few weeks and then it will even out. I've been avoiding mirrors.

Sleepless nights have already reared their ugly head and I get a very sharp pain in my back if I sit too long. Whoever said the 2nd trimester is easier than the first should be slapped. But seriously, I shouldn't complain that much. I'm so excited to meet Trip in a few months and I've been having a blast getting the nursery going. I cannot believe I only have four months left!!!

Really?

The other day I was outside with Sam and called Michael out to look at our roof. I noticed a hole that had been ripped open in our roof, shingles missing, bare wood. The hole was about 8 inches long and there was a similar hole on the other side of the house. Great, WTF? It means there is a PREGNANT RACCOON TRYING TO EAT HER WAY INTO OUR ATTIC TO NEST. Sick. Disgusting. Bleh. Gross.


She isn't in yet though. He said the hole would have to be at least the size of a softball for her to get in, but he could see the footprints on the side of the house. Apparently raccoons are pregnant this time of year. I'm sorry, but there is only room for one big ol' pregnant girl in our house. Bitches be crazy.


Oh, he also informed us that we need a new roof. Okay, so we're having a baby, will have to shell out about $800 a month in day care, we just had to get our A/C fixed, we had to pay this pest guy $1400 to get rid of a pregnant raccoon, we need furniture for our bedroom, and we have to get a new roof? Well, when it rains it pours I guess. We just need a break. Thank God we're going on vacation next week to get away for a little while and relax. Sorry for the pity party. I'm a bit emotional these days if you can't already tell. The other night I cried for a solid hour because I looked like a pregnant hooker in every one of my dresses (the twins are out of control big).

Halfway There!

Today marks the halfway point of my pregnancy and the first day my stomach got in the way of shutting a door. I'm officially large.

Now that I know we're having a boy, I've tried to get my head around the nursery. Although I've already repainted my baby dresser white, in true Stephanie fashion, I've decided on some bedding which will turn all my furniture a dark brown. Oh well. I've never been accused of being a great interior decorator, so I hope I don't have a mental breakdown over this. I guarantee you...I will.

It's called Retro Owl from Carousel Designs.

I picked out a chandelier from a consignment shop in Homewood, and my Mom is going to refinish my old computer desk into a changing table. The dresser we are currently using in our bedroom is actually a baby dresser, so I'm going to repaint that to be an espresso brown for the nursery. That means we are finally getting new bedroom furniture!! My master plan is coming together quite nicely :)

Michael Knows Best

During a recent discussion, Michael informed me that he could register for all our baby stuff himself and that he doesn't need the help of anyone who has had a child. Here is the list that he came up with. And I quote "Here's what we need (strictly for the infant). We could register for the older baby stuff if we want to:


All the furniture (taken care of)
Clothes
Bottles and bottle accessories
Pump
Toys
Chair/glider
Diapers
Creams/wipes
Thermometer
Burping Rag
Pacifiers
Bedding (including blankets)
Stroller
Bassonet


Anything that I haven't mentioned is non-essential and we could pick up as needed. Go ahead...tell me I'm wrong."


That settles it. I just need to throw in the towel because Michael knows all-things-baby. We don't need that car seat, we'll just sit the baby upright and toss a seatbelt over him. Buy Buy Baby isn't daunting at all. They have an entire wall of pacifiers, but we don't need help. When talking about a receiving blanket, he seemed grossed out and asked if that's what they "caught the baby in". Oh I love him so much. He makes me laugh.


On a side note, our air conditioning went out last night so that's been fun. Our dog literally tried to escape this morning when I left to go to work. It was 82 degrees when I woke up...MISERABLE.