I have less than two weeks to go!  Woo hoo!  Among the things I still haven’t done:  put up the crib and pack my bag.  At this point, I think it’s inevitable that I will be having a baby.

But I have taken my belly picture.  Which brings me to the reason I’m posting here.  Since I’m in such a giving mood, I thought I would offer advice to people that are either socially inept or just plain don’t get it-

DON’T EVER TELL A PREGNANT WOMAN HOW BIG SHE IS!

I would have imagined that people would understand this, considering you really don’t tell anyone they’ve ‘gained a few’ after a really big meal but some people just don’t get it.  I’m 9 months pregnant.  I know my belly is big.  Do I need reassurance of this?  Absolutely not!  My feet are swollen, my back/belly/hips hurt, I’m dying for a full nights sleep and I have terrible heartburn.  My patience and tolerance are wearing thin.  I thank the people that have the common sense to say “Oh you look so good” even if it’s a lie, because at this point, I need a little pick me up.  Apparently, I’m not the first to experience this dilemma.  If you have questions about what not to say to a pregnant woman, check this out.

I will give the majority of family/friends credit, but there are a select few out there that haven’t caught on.  Here are some of my favorites:

• You just keep getting bigger everytime I see you!
• Oh my god, are you still here?
• You look like you’re going to pop!
• Geez, I thought you would have had that thing by now!
• You’re never going to make it to your due date

Just to clarify, NONE OF THESE ARE ACCEPTABLE COMMENTS

Tell me I look good and go about your daily business.

Thank you!

Sincerely,

A very pregnant lady

I’m sure I’ll be posting more about Christmas in the days to come, but I thought I’d take a break from all the Christmas cheer and share this picture of Goose.  Matt took this pic while we were just sitting around watching tv.  Doesn’t he look ferocious?  The funny thing is he might be the world’s worst hunter.  Even though we can’t let our cats outside (there’s a really busy road behind us) when Goose does get the chance to go out on our deck, he talks to everything he sees.  It’s like he’s giving himself away.  To take it even a step further, when it snows, he sits at the glass door and talks to the flakes.  His brother Jack on the other hand, isn’t much for hunting living things.  He’s new toy has been the plastic ring off one of my cartons of soy milk.  He carries it everywhere.  He has also taken to stealing ponytail holders and some of the smaller toys around the house,  and he’s not above walking around with his prey in his mouth to show it off.  Hey-I thought cats were supposed to be super intelligent anyway?  I’ve decided that goose is the boss because a) he’s the fattest and b) he gets the dog bed more than anyone else.  You haven’t laughed until you hear someone snoring and realize it’s your cat sleeping in the corner:)

I would say more about the dog (Sammy) but she seems to think that having her picture taken will remove her soul so everytime I get the damn thing out she takes off.

So in honor of the Olympics, my cats have decided to have their own events.  This morning they participated in gymnastics and wrestling.  Take a look:

This is Jack.  He’s the skinnier of the two brothers.  But I think he’s the instigator.  I’ll show you why.

That’s Goose.  He’s the fatter of the two.  Pay no attention to his belly wobble.  It’s not like I grab it and shake it when he’s not looking or anything.  This morning, he was hanging out on the porch kinda keeping to himself and rolling around like a crazy cat.  And then Jack had to get his attention.

This is how it started- a white dove flew by.  Being they are such great hunters (they’ve never been outside the borders of our deck), they had to scope it out.

And this is what ensued:

And finally:

I think Jack got really p.o.’d here because Goose stuck his tongue out.

Ouch!

 All that playing will most likely make them take an 18 hour nap.

All the talk of eating healthy yesterday really did inspire me to look through some of my pictures.  My husband and I gained a TON of weight after having deuce.  We’ve adopted a completely different lifestyle now because we realize how much better we feel (and look) now that we’ve taken off some weight.  With that in mind, here are some before and after shots.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

I hope you see a difference!!!
 

Hopefully, around the corner from Easter will be a bit nicer weather. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the way the snow turns to a dirty grey brown for three months, but enough is enough! We haven’t been up to too much lately, but we are awaiting the Easter Bunny’s return to our house. Johnny is convinced he’s getting some Thomas bath toys and candy in his basket and I wouldn’t mind some chocolate myself. Dark chocolate of course, because that’s the healthy stuff;)

We’re not up to too much this weekend, probably just chillin’ at my parents house. I think we’ll be having some ham and lamb (yummy). And since I consider myself and recipe addict, I thought I’d mention two absolutely awesome recipes. First, if you are a traditional Easter Bread person, I recommend this one.

I’ve used it for the past two years when we celebrate Orthodox Easter at my in-laws and it kicks butt.

Second, if you have a Mountain Dew addict in your house, try this out.

Yes, it’s weird. Yes, it’s the best apple dumpling recipe I’ve ever had. (Don’t forget the vanilla ice cream.) While you’re there, check out the rest of her recipes, they are unbelievable. I love food, I can’t help it. So enjoy!!!
Don’t worry-SPRING IS COMING! I promise!