Tums, cars, and cankles...

Oh my, what a week last week.

We are now the proud owners of a new (to us) 4 door car. My 2 door little car is on the market and will hopefully find a good home soon. I in the meantime got upgraded to the nicer of the two vehicles, while hubs has been downgraded (in his mind I am sure) to a 4 cylinder. I told him that it was in our marriage vows that the Momma always gets the nicer car.

Car shopping is not my favorite thing to do. Hubs has been searching on line for well over 3 months for a car. He has read consumer reports on every car/model/year. We were definitely going to get a car that would last. So as we started to seriously search, we found our new little gem. We didn't have to haggle too much and we know that it is a good car.

This past weekend was my first baby shower. My MIL and hubs aunt hosted it for family and it was so nice. There were about 20 or so family members there and it was nice to see both sides of the family together. We were all there celebrating the soon to be little one that will be here before we know it.

I have been feeling okay. The third trimester is in full swing and the heat is starting to take it's toll on me and my feet/ankles. I can no longer wear the trendy heels with the pointy toes. Beautiful flip flops are my feet's desire. The rings no longer fit over my knuckles and I never knew that heartburn could be caused by simply inhaling air (okay, I am exaggerating, but I sure feel like that!). I don't feel miserable, just a little uncomfortable.

Sleeping for a solid 8 hours is no longer in my schedule. I really think it is God's way of preparing me for the baby, as from what I hear, babies don't sleep a solid 8 hours! :-)

While I might be uncomfortable, I sure do enjoy feeling him move. I love the earthquake that he causes in my tummy and get worried if I don't feel him up and at him before 10 a.m.!

I guess my worries are just beginning huh?

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

This is a word that I feel that is forgotten.

I had the honor of witnessing a very respectful gesture today and was in awe. I am sure that you all have heard of the Patriot Guard Riders. Well today I got to witness what a respectful group this is. My office is next to a funeral home. A 21 year old soldier's service was today. Around 8:45 this morning, I saw about 15 or so motorcycles drive to the funeral home. Not 15 minutes later, I saw at the corner of our building a group of 7 people gathering to protest. I am not going to spend anytime naming these individuals, but they showed up for their 45 minutes of shame.

Anyway, I went outside and looked towards the funeral home and there outside the funeral home was about 40 men/women holding flags and standing "guard" out of respect for the soldier and his family. What a sight. It brought tears to my eyes and chills down my spine. These Patriot Riders take their mission seriously and they know what the word RESPECT means. I was amazed that at the end of the service, they led the procession and it was such an awesome sight. Although it does not bring this soldier back, I hope that his family knows how much we appreciate their sons/relatives service fighting for our country.

You don't have to agree with the war, but you can have respect for others, especially our soldiers and our veterans.

Holy Butter Toes!

While I am thoroughly enjoying being pregnant, there are a few things that I am trying to get used to. For instance, I was warned about PB, aka Placenta/Pregnancy Brain. I truly believe that this little life inside me is sucking my brain cells one by one and from what I hear, I don't get them back after delivery. For instance...a few nights ago I washed my hair with my conditioner. Mind you, my shampoo is in a bottle and my conditioner is in a tube. I could not for life of me figure out what my shampoo was not lathering. Either that same night or the next, I was warming up my dinner and looked in the microwave to see if my dinner was bubbling and to my surprise, the microwave was empty. Running at full power, but my dinner was no where to be seen. I then looked, and there sitting on TOP of the microwave was my dinner. Patiently waiting for it's turn. I could not stop laughing at myself. Hubs looked at me like I had gone to the nut house or else I should be on my way there.

Another fun thing that I deal with daily is my gracefulness or lack thereof. I daily will catch myself in mid stumble. I will bump into walls. But the other day takes the cake or maybe I should say bread. I went to lunch with my MIL at Sweet Tomatoes. I was getting some butter (reall butter, none of that fake stuff) and proceeding to drop the entire cup of softened room temperature butter on my toes! Do you know what room temp butter does when you drop it? It goes splat. I had butter all over my toe and my cute sandles. I broke out in a laughter until one gentleman thought he would be Mr Funny Guy and asked "are buttered toes the new trend?" I wanted to say "no but, buttered you-know-whats are". I just politely smiled and laughed. My MIL was a gem and helped my wipe the butter off my toes because leaning over these days for extended periods of time could case this pregnant lady to pass out.
Last night I went grocery shopping and decided it would be fun if I rammed my heel into an end cap. I didn't think it was that bad, until someone stopped me and said "Ma'am did you know your heel is bleeding?" I look back and there are little dots of blood on the aisle that I just walked down and sure enough blood was trickling down my foot onto my pink flip flop.

Just call me Graceful Butter Toes!