thank you + bebe #3 deets

Thank you, bigger, thank you, caps lock and emotion please, THANK YOU!!!

You are all the absolute best and I don't know how it happened because my mom always told me a spoonful of sugar will attract more flies than a barrel full of vinegar (let that speak volumes about my former teenage disposition) but it seems that my blog full of vinegar has attracted some of the nicest folks in all of the world wide webbage. Why is this paragraph quadruple spacing like a desperate for another page high school essay? Stop it.


Fine. New one. I was permagrinning all day long and basking in the sweet glow of your kindness and excitement and was even pleasantly surprised to see Julia quietly go down to the basement without begging to watch a video on the 'teebee'. I continued to be overwhelmed by the number of comments and emails that came my way that I could hardly pitch that big of a tantrum when I walked down to check on my little angel to find her stripped down to nothing but her socks and shoes and tracking the contents of a ripped off, cast aside, and especially pungent diaper allllll over the carpet. Fastest route to a fit of gags? This.

I made sure no fewer than five people knew the suffering I was about to endure before I went to work cleaning up the basement turned zoo cage and then in a moment of mental instability I decided I hadn't seen enough of Jillian Crazy Michaels lately and went to town on the insanity that is level three (but not before Julia gave Jillian lots of french kisses on the screen -- a new bad habit that I need to figure out how to cut immediately). Julia soon grew bored of watching my slow-death-by-sweat-in-the-eyes and scaled both sets of stairs to "bake up!!" her sleeping beauty brother. Fastest route to conflict of 'that was almost endearing' vs. 'shut up no it was not' emotion? That.

Is this post painfully boring yet? Let's make it worse. I'll shoot some completely unsolicited pregnancy factoids your way:

I'll be 19 weeks on Saturday (no, I cannot simply say that I am 18 weeks along but thanks for thinking I should) and am due on January 19th.

All I want to do is eat Thanksgiving food 24/7 but I settle for eggs and pumpkin butter in a tortilla instead. Sometimes with kidney beans. Even Fatbastian doesn't ask me to share.

Upon her first viewing of an ultrasound picture Julia declared that the baby was an elephant. Praise all things good and holy that is not the case for a whole myriad of reasons that I don't need to explain to you smarties.

Exactly one person asked the name of the song on yesterday's sappibration ... ask and ye shall reap an answer ...  Stubborn Love by The Lumineers.

And for those of you that hate weekly bump pictures I won't be scorching your eyes with those this time around. Nope, I'm thinking more along the lines of daily until I hit the third trimester then I'll amp it up to hourly.

I'll try to include a handsy and topless Sebastian as often as his busy eat-sleep-eat-eat-eat-smile-eat-smile schedule allows. De nada.