YIPPIE! Baby is the size of a lime... not sure if it's a key lime or just your typical run-of-the-mill lime, but I'm happy just the same. I'm not sure how this lime-sized baby can make my waistline expand to gargantuan sizes so early, but I'm gonna blame it on the obviously VERY LARGE lime growing in my uterus.
So check this out, I was on a quest for a serious maternity support contraption, as baby #3 is already making my lower back seize up at the most random and inconvenient awesome times. I mean, it's cool to fall down at home, but not so much dropping your kid off at preschool.. Am I right or what? SO, Nordstroms to the rescue....
I begrudgingly happily treated myself to this sexy number... doesn't that make you want me?
PS: I don't look a 16th as good as this chick... so thanks Nordstroms for boasting my maternity confidence from "oh I don't look that bad, to WHAT THE FRENCH TOAST I am horrific!"
So, yes, this sexy beast is the BEST maternity support piece I've bought. My back says "THANK YOU". For a mere $68, it better be right?? My only question is, do you think they will let me wear it during my c-section?
I'm not sure how my relationship with laundry got so off track, but let me just say that I have a HATE HATE relationship with it. How in the hell do I have 12 loads of laundry for the 3 of us? It makes NO sense to me, and yet every couple weeks, there my nemesis appears. Despite my thorough attempts to catch up on it, it never seems to end. I have stooped as low as to throw laundry parties at my house with my mother, who diligently sits and folds mountain of clothes with me. Last week, it was so bad that multiple days she took baskets of laundry home to wash at her house! WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME?
I completely agree that this is MY issue; that if my laziness and lack of motivation would cease, I might in fact FINISH my damn laundry. I'd like to blame having a rambunctious 4 year old, having a husband who works from home, being 9 weeks pregnant, the rainy weather, not having enough caffeine.... but in reality, I just need to SUCK IT UP and finish my dang laundry.
Life is getting grim in my ripe old age of 27. I sit and fantasize of a day when I have a laundry service, who not only does all my laundry on a weekly basis, but who also puts it ALL AWAY. I mean, who dreams that pathetically at my age? But hey, I'm gonna' keep it real and say it is in my top 10 of dreams at this point in my life.
As I ponder baby #3's arrival in October, I'm attempting to psych myself up for darling newborn laundry. Maybe it won't be so bad... let's pray they create pills for inducing an obsessive need for doing laundry by then!
