her own room

The Mooch's room is nearly complete. Here's hoping she comes to claim it soon!



We wanted bright and happy colors, but I didn't want it to be too girly or too plain. We're grateful for some accents we've been collecting (a Mexican doll from my mission, the banner Brittany made for her baby shower, etc.).

The bubbles, as we call them, were Doug's idea. He painted them all with some handmade stencils. So crafty. The tree was a vision I've had since before I was even married, and since our family is so spread out we don't want to risk the Mooch not knowing the faces of her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Hence the tree with a pic for each fam. We'll quiz her regularly until she has names, faces, and Social Security numbers down.

my new employer

My contract with Capital One ended today, so now I'll be reporting to a whole new boss.

2 legit 2 quit

The school gives students business cards when they start doing solo work in the clinic.

He's, like, totally legit now.

united states of pop 2009

Thank you for posting this, E-rock.

I just can't deny my love for pop music, video montages, and choreographed dances.

how to give your husband heart failure in the middle of the night

Wake up with a charlie horse in your calf muscle. All it takes is a death grip on his leg, some writhing around in ridiculous pain, and an inability to explain what the freak is going on for about a minute.

He'll think you're in labor. It's really, really great.

the sasquatch

At our ultrasound yesterday, the Mooch earned another nickname: the Sasquatch. I’m not quite 37 weeks, and they’re calculating her weight to be 7 pounds 10 ounces already. One calculation even said 7 pounds 15 ounces.

EESH.

One of the specialists we’ve been seeing at our doctor’s office has declared her a Big Bertha, and casually referred to her as the Sasquatch during the remainder of our visit. He admitted their calculations could be way off, but they’re often within 1.5 pounds. So don’t worry… she’s either a delicate 6 pounds right now, or over 9 pounds. Does anyone else feel like they need a nap?

They’re going to do another ultrasound in 2 weeks, and if they catch her in there with a beer belly or sausage-like fingers, they’re going to have to take action.

I was 9 pounds 9 ounces when I was born, so we figure this is payback for doing that to my mom.

Karma is a beast...

oh baby

Behold, the amazing creations of my fellow pregnant coworker for our potluck today.


These fondant cupcakes were a wonder. While most of us couldn't bring ourselves to eat the heads (it just seemed wrong), they were seriously delicious.

So great.