1. This past week it has been really hot, getting up into the mid-nineties everyday. But because I am such a hater of winter, I’m definitely not complaining. I would totally chose hot, muggy weather over ice and snow and PURE HELL any day. Because it has been so sunshiney everyday, I have finally been able to resume my daily ritual of sitting in the sun when I come home for lunch. Even if it’s only for ten minutes a day, I love being able to relax and soak up some vitamin D. It makes me a happier, more complete individual. And gives me a little tan. And totally convinces me that I am solar powered.

2. I finally started going to my OB every two weeks now, which, YES! I’m getting closer! At my last appointment after I had gotten weighed and the nurse was getting my blood pressure, I nonchalantly asked her if I had gained any weight from the last time I was there two weeks ago. Thinking for sure that it was maybe only a pound, if that, she checked my chart, looked back at me, and with a small smile replied, “yes dear, four pounds.” EXCUSE ME? FOUR POUNDS IN TWO WEEKS? That has to be some sort of disgusting record. What pissed me off the most was not that I had gained another four pounds, that’s to be expected, but how could I gain four pounds in two weeks and not be aware of it? Not thoroughly enjoy it? Not try really hard at it? ‘Cause, dang, if I’m going to gain weight that quickly I want it to be because I had a bacon and peanut butter ice cream sundae with a side of queso three times a day. I want to work for those el-bees, baby! But no. That was definitely not the case, and it was thoroughly disappointing.

3. I was just in the kitchen making some coffee when it dawned on me that my oil and vinegar jars are totally empty and that they have been empty for months. Sadly enough, this means that the last time I cooked a meal was sometime back in 2001. Poor Rob. Our dinners now consist of either smoothies, PB&J sandwiches, pizza, or protein bars. I think this pregnancy has gotten me in a culinary slump and is causing me to prefer sitting on my ever-expanding butt to watch all the cooks on the Food Network make all their delicious concoctions instead of getting up and actually whipping up a hot plate of food myself.

4. (*writes this with fingers crossed*) Tomorrow Rob is going to paint the nursery! And hopefully also put together the baby furniture (which is in boxes in our garage) and hang the artwork. Yippee! This means I can finally start putting things away and organizing and quit badgering Rob like a lunatic to freaking paint the nursery already! Are you going to paint the nursery today? When are you going to paint the nursery? How about today? No, you have to go to work? What do you mean you have to sleep tonight? He’s finally giving in and tackling the nursery tomorrow, so my work has been accomplished (finally). I am so ready to start nesting, I’m practically growing feathers.