34 Week Recap: F-U-N

One of the amazing pictures from our
Maternity photo shoot!!

While I like to keep my complaining to a minimum, let me just take a sec to say that this whole being pregnant in the dead of summer is starting to take a toll on me.  Big time.  I'm used to being the happy-go-lucky, the hotter the better, fun in the sun loving perky lil blonde that everyone looks to for a good time.  Not so much right now.  It's hot.  I'm fat.  And miserable.  Period. 

Okay, rant over.  No checkups for me this week.  YAY!  I can't tell you how much I loooove my OBGYN, but the fact that they're all the way downtown is starting to get pretty inconvenient for late afternoon appointments.  While I appreciate not having to come back to the office, I get stuck in awful 5pm traffic and it's almost just as bad as being at my desk.  Almost. 
So Tuesday was one of those days where NOTHING was okay.  I cried all day long at work - I'm just so uncomfortable sitting at a desk.  I don't have room for Cohen right now as it is, so when I'm sitting I'm really crushing him, which I'm sure is just as awful for him as it is for me.  I feel him squirm all day long, probably just trying to find a good spot.  Bad news kiddo - doubtful that you'll find one.  So Tuesday I was so miserable that I came home and immediately after walking in the door, I burst into tears.  I'm not much of a crier, but this was like 'OMG, my dog has died, the world is ending, we're out of Oreos' BAWLING.  I just sat in the recliner and cried.  And after a few seconds of just staring at me and wondering whether it would be helpful or harmful to ask what was wrong, Drew finally came over and just hugged me.  This 3rd trimester thang aint no walk in the park, that's for sure.  But having a sympathetic spouse really does help.  So he got me up, got me one of his favorite t shirts and put me in bed.  I don't think my head hit the pillow before I was asleep.  I guess that's what I needed more than anything - good sleep.  Which I got for almost 2 hours before he woke me up with dinner.  He's a sweet one, let me tell you.  And once I was awake, I was in a totally better mood and felt a million times better than I did before I laid down.  So now I'm taking an afternoon/evening nap almost every day.  Even if for just 20-30 minutes, it really helps and lends a hand to the 7 times a night I get up these days.

So I was beginning to think this whole 'nesting' thing was a hoax.  I hadn't had the slightest inkling of wanting to cook/clean/organize, etc.  In fact, people had started to ask if I was nesting yet and I would reply with 'well, if buying things online that I know I don't need but am totally convincing myself that I do is nesting, then yes, I am nesting'.  Then came Thursday.  I have no idea where it came from, but around 2pm that afternoon I started googling closet organizers.  See, I'm one of those people that really prides myself on my wardrobe, but my closet is always a mess.  I'm always so envious of the celebs that have those super organized, color-coded closets that are more like a study than an actual closet, but I didn't think I had it in me to ever create such a space in my own home.  That was, until the nesting bug bit me.  I couldn't wait to get out of work that afternoon to run to Target and buy hampers, hangers and organizers!!  And after $100, 3 straight hours of not sitting down, and resetting my Pandora radio twice because it kept going into sleep mode, I had perfected my closet.  I give you, my little clothes haven - a place where kate spade, Coach and Burberry are always welcome:

Doesn't it bring a tear to your eye?

Drew was golfing while I was busy with this feat, and was speechless when he came home.  The only downside of completing such a task was the backache that followed.  See, what they don't tell you when you're nesting is that although you have the mindset and the energy of an 8 year old boy on a bike with his friends, you're still 30-some weeks pregnant.  And it really doesn't cross your mind until you're bed ridden with a heating pad and cursing all things in the name of Braxton Hicks.  Anyway, in my opinion it was totally worth it.  Yay for nesting!!

Saturday was Vinny and Courtney's wedding.  I'd really been looking forward to this day because it was the last time I was really going to be able to go out and have a good time before this baby is born.  And I was super excited to get all dolled up again.  I borrowed a cute dress from my friend Stephanie and curled my hair, put on my new jewelry and even strapped on some heels for the first time in months.  Ok, truth be told, I had to have the help of 2 grown women to actually shove my feet into them and strap them on.  Funny?  Yes.  Painful?  Yes.  But I was determined to wear heels and although my feet looked like stuffed sausages, with every stitch holding on for dear life, I got through the wedding with them on.  But the second it was over, I was in the car and ripping them off my feet.  It's blatantly obvious that I am now in the realm of all things flip flops and nothing but.  However, I give myself snaps for the hour or so that I endured the 'beauty is pain' mantra.

All in the name of fashion.

The reception was the most beautiful reception I had ever been to - it was on the 18th hole at Quail Hollow Country Club.  Not too shabby.  From the patio, I stared out and imagined a Burberry-clad Adam Scott teeing off and after sinking a hole in one, looking up and winking at me and flashing that gorgeous smile of his.  But I digress - it was a wedding, not a golf championship we were there for and I eventually found my husband by the bar and the next thing I knew I was stuffing my face with everything that the shrimp and grits bar had to offer. 
We danced and had such a great time, celebrating the new life that Vin and Court are beginning.  For a family that is a second family to all of us, it was such a special day and I was thrilled to be able to be a part of it.  I thought I was going to dance the baby right out of me - I was having SO much fun with everyone!!  And I even had enough stamina for the afterparty at Christie & Benj's house til 2am!  Party animal I am!  But man, did me and my feet pay for it the next day...

Overlooking the 18th hole.

Grammy, Uncle Boo, Momma and Cohen.

Exciteddddddd.

Uncle Vinny, the groom, loving on the youngest member of the wedding attendees.

WEEK 34 CRAVINGS:  I've always been a HUGE milk drinker.  And when I met Drew that became even moreso, because as most yankees do, he drinks milk with his dinner every night.  Now, for awhile I was really against it - I just didn't see how milk went well with pizza.  But it does - and very well in fact!  We go through about 2 gallons just between the 2 of us every single week.  It has to be cold.  Like ice cold.  And it has to be either 1% or skim.  But I love it.  So when everyone else was toasting with champagne at the wedding during the cake cutting, Drew asked what I wanted and considering we were eating cake, I wanted milk.  And lemme say, them rich people drink the good stuff ;)  It was so cold and SO good - and eventhough I would have adored a glass of champs, I loved my glass of moo juice almost just as much.  Maybe more. 

It does a body good.

WEEK 34 "Dose of Daddy":  I don't really have a funny story for this week's DOD.  I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank Andrew for being who he is and for everything he's been to me for the past 9 months.  He's beyond my best friend and my rock...and never has that been more apparent to me than during this pregnancy.  I know I'm a far cry from the woman he fell in love with these days and I'm sure that there are days where he barely recognizes me, both physically and emotionally.  But he hasn't once made me feel like I'm crazy or that he wasn't 100% supportive of what I'm going through.  He's the best and I'm so blessed that God had him picked out just for me.  I can't wait to see how this baby brings us closer together and for Cohen to love him just as much as his father as I do as my husband.  Love you, boo.

My heart.

WEEK 34 "To Remembers":  I won't be confined to the flip flop only option as far as footwear goes for forever.  While I have acquired some really cute pairs this summer, I'm not going to miss them.  Sometimes I stand in my closet and stare at my collection of fun and pretty and sexy heels - especially the leopard print booties I got last fall that are to die for.  But alas, only a few more weeks of flats, flops and slippers and I'll be back to rockin my beloved 4-inchers again.  Bliss.