15 hours and counting...

Tomorrow is the day! We leave for our "Babymooniversary" tomorrow around noon. Did I tell you where we are going? Asheville! For 5 days! We are sooo excited! We are dropping the dogs off at Uncle Kevin and Aunt Jessica's house and then we will be on our way! Wow. We have the long weekend to ourselves! No dogs! That means we can sleep in and not have to take them out for a walk... we can leave whenever we want for however long we want... I am so grateful for family that is willing to help us out! I am also really excited about the hotel! It's really nice and I happen to have a thing for hotels. I love 'em. [Most of them] Anyway. There is so much to do there, I am so excited!!! I'm looking forward to the Biltmore, shopping, fine dining, the wineries, golfing, laughing and just being together and celebrating this past year.

Chamblee will, of course, be there. But really, this is our last trip just the 2 of us. It is bittersweet for me. I have been having a hard time thinking about that lately. Don't get me wrong, I love my little girl to pieces already, and I cannot WAIT until she's here!!! But... I am selfish when it comes to K. I loved him first. I get his attention now. I like our time reading and just laying around in the quiet. I like dancing with him when the records play. I like deciding on a whim to go somewhere and just hopping in the car and going. I like our time together. I can only imagine that our time will be so much more fun and lovey once little hoot is here- but it will never be the same. . . which I am also excited about! Ha.

Speaking of Chamblee- she is kind of running out of room I think :/ I feel her move so. much. Often times it isn't very comfortable and it's usually when I am trying to sleep! Sleeping has been such a challenge for me lately. I think I may have figured out positioning as of last night- but for a girl who, for 25 years slept flat on her stomach, sleeping on my side {gag} is pretty rough. I almost dread going to bed because I know I won't be comfortable. I also know that I am going to wake up at 2 and 4 to pee. Ugh. It seems like she's using my bladder for a pillow. Or a chair. Or a punching bag. Either way she's making my urinary parts work hard. And we are running out of toilet paper faster than we ever have.

So, I thought that this blog would be a great way to track this whole process and let you guys in on the super-secret truths about pregnancy and delivery. Lately, all of the things that are happening to me are either 1) really, really gross 2) inappropriate for people who aren't my mom or my sister 3) too embarrassing or 4) all of the above. Ick. Sorry, you're on your own for the third tri-mester. Gross. And let's talk about emotional HIGHS and lows. I love sour cream- a lot. I would eat it straight from the spoon. (hmmm... i might... just... nah) K knows this. We had tacos last night. He was very sparing on the dollop of daisy. Apparently he "didn't want to break my taco shell." So considerate. Right. I'm no fool. I think it's very clear that he wants me to watch my weight. Right? I'm no fool- I'm an idiot. So, as I sob through "I've *sniff* only gained 10 pounds! *sniff* That's pretty *hyperventilate* good!!!" He laughed hysterically and agreed with everything I was {sputtering} saying. Then, while he was reassuring me -by making me a bowl of ice cream- he handed me the...smallest bowl of ice cream I have ever had. Rinse. Repeat. Turns out it was the last of the ice cream. What. ev.

Oh! I'm so uncomfortable sitting here. And, my bedtime is right around the corner. [We decided that my emotional highs and lows might be because I have been averaging around 5 or 5 1/2 hours of sleep per night: NOT ENOUGH! So my new bedtime is set for 10pm]

I have to put the laundry away and pack. Thank goodness tomorrow is blue jean day @ work. I am in no mood to iron anything tonight or find a shirt that fits over this swelling uterus. Ugh.

Until Next Time,
The (soexcitedIcan'tstandit) Guff