Painting fun

David's family came up for the weekend to visit...Dave's brother was in town as well, so we all hung out, played cards, and ate way too much (as happens with most family gatherings). David and his Dad painted the nursery (yea!) and I thought I'd share a few pics:






It's nice to have boys around to do the heavy lifting! :) I'll post more when we start buying furniture.

It's not just a beer belly!

I can empathize with Melissa's belly woes. I've just started to "show" within the last week or two myself. Before then, I just looked like I ate too much at the Chinese buffet. But I do feel a bit leberated in that I can forget about even trying to suck in my gut and just let it all hang out, so they say. :) But always under a T-shirt...bellies are cute and all, but not in your face all the time.

About the only thing I really miss is a nice, juicy, medium-rare steak. It's torture when we go to the gym in the evening b/c it's right by a Saltgrass Steakhouse (evil!)...I can smell a steak/hamburger from a mile away it seems. I think that'll be my fist meal post delivery: a huge hunk of cow with a side or two of something tasty. Heck, I could really forgoe the sides and just eat more steak. But for now, I'll just have to drool.

We went last Tuesday to the doc to have our "halfway" anatomy scan. For those of you not on the "baby spam" email list, we're having a girl. Yea, us! So now David and I have the lovely task of finding baby clothes that don't make us want to puke...sure, a little cute is okay, but spare me the TV cartoon characters and too many sickly-sweet sayings. I've done a little (okay, a LOT) of internet surfing, and here are some of my faves so far:










So I admit I can have a little cuteness in my life...but not too much. :) But don't get me STARTED about trying to find nursery furniture that doesn't suck (for less than $1000). That's a whole other post.

A Teddy Graham in the oven

Last week, one of my co-workers brought Teddy Grahams to the office. But she didn't realize they were mini-teddys until she opened the bag.
She said, "These are tiny. How many are in a serving? Wow, 46!"
Then something compelled me to say, "You know what's bigger than those teddy grahams?"
"What?"
"My FETUS!"
Instead of laughing like I expected, all my childless co-workers went "eewwwww" which made me laugh even harder.


On another note, here's something I've been wondering for all of you Indian food lovers: When referring to pregnancy, do they ever say they've got a naan in the oven?
Probably not.
But I would.