Blog Slacker

Hey, I know I promised Paris pics but...after writing the whole thing out only to find it deleted the next morning, I've been less than motivated to do a re-write. (Especially considering we currently have no carpet or doors upstairs and the entire house is being aired out from the paint fumes so the little one doesn't come out cross-eyed and high). Let me be honest. I hate when people use the excuse, "I'm just too busy" because, hey, everyone is busy, right? But, I digress...and that is the best you're getting from me these days.

My nesting instinct seemed to kick into overdrive when we went to 'browse' some of our options for carpet and within 3 minutes I had the type & color picked out along with the date that it was to be installed. I blame it all on the baby. :)

Besides undertaking an intense remodel of our upstairs, Scott & I (well, really just Scott) also slathered on a fresh coat of paint in our 'new' office downstairs. While Scott was getting high off of paint fumes I went shopping for nursery decor and have been doing a little painting of my own (with the non-toxic stuff of course...heaven knows this baby has enough against him already).

While 'Baby Boy Davis' has yet to be named we are certainly getting anxious/more nervous by the minute for his arrival. Ashley (Scott's sister) only freaked us out a little bit by telling us we need to have a bagged packed for the hospital 'just in case'. (Seriously?! Are we really going to be parents?! )

Our tour of the hospital has also been checked off of the agenda..along with raising my blood pressure by about 50 points. The entire time I kept thinking, "So THIS is where I will be begging for mercy and sobbing uncontrollably." Scott definitely brought in some comic relief when, while gazing into the nursery at a few of the babies he stated, "Uh...is that the size of a normal baby?" only to be followed up by the comment of, "I thought those were the premies...I can't touch our baby for at least a year." Meanwhile, I was looking at the head size of the 8.5 lb. heffer in front of me thinking, "Gosh I hope he isn't that big." What can I say, we're coming right along.

Speaking of which, my belly continues to rapidly expand. I regularly find it difficult to breathe while I'm getting a good kick in the ribs and thanks to a pinched sciatic nerve I occasionally get shooting pains down my rear and into my legs. Ouch. Also, my once comfortable bed seems to have transformed into a death trap that holds me down at the most inopportune times...like when I'm getting up for the 3rd time...or when I'm getting some serious leg cramps in my sleep. Clothes no longer fit and I find myself loathing the 4 things that do. All the while, I try to remind myself that someday I will look and feel like myself again but, at this point, that is difficult to imagine. And... thanks to the many e-mails, Facebook comments and other remarks I've received from friends & family I am 'finally' posting a picture of my round self....enjoy.

{this was about a week and a half ago}

And last, but certainly not least, Scott and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary yesterday by staying in, cuddling up and watching 10 (yes, 10) episodes of Lost. Royal waste of time? No way. It's been months since we've spent that kind of time doing nothing but enjoying our time together. So, Scottie D...Happy Anniversary. I love you, sir. ;)