7 MONTHS!

First off, I would like to say thank you to the lady in the grocery store today. Random Acts of Kindness ROCK!! First, the man in front of me offered for me to go ahead of him. I told him I was just fine, but thank you. Then, the lady at the front of the line said "No, please-come ahead of me too!" Wow, not only 1 cut, but 2?! Do I look that miserable? Ok, I'm just going to appreciate it for what it is. Not to mention I was on my way to work and they saved me a good 5 mins :) I'm not sure if it was the belly or my sheer beauty. One will never know.

I'M 7 MONTHS PREGNANT! That is just so crazy to me. I can't even believe it. I couldn't even imagine how it would feel a few months ago and now here I am. My life has changed in the following ways:

I can't bend over quickly or without squatting.

I have a record amount of craters on areas of my body that shall remain unmentioned.

My ta-ta's are rather large.

I need a recliner with wheels so I won't have to move.

My back hurts a lot.

My feet and hands swell a little in the evenings, especially if I've been active.

I'm living my life in a bubble that ends on October 20th-that's the first day of the rest of my life and I'm nervous.

I love my husband more than I ever thought I could.

I got a new ride.

I can't paint my own toes.

I have an oily face.

I'm scared I might say my daughter's name out loud and ruin the secret we've been keeping.

I eat with no regrets.

I wrote myself a rain check for exercise.

So here's my new car! It's a Mazda CX-7.

A mom car. A cross between a car and an SUV. Just because I'm a mom, doesn't mean I can't be cute anymore! No mini van for me. I have to try and continue wearing makeup, stay in shape, you know- don't wanna lose myself. Believe me, I've seen it happen. Someone speak up when I start to slip. It's your job as my friend. My husband has blinders on, or he lies to me. I haven't determined which one, but he is no longer a valuable source for this kind of thing. While we are on this topic, I will post a picture of me that I do NOT consider to be an OK state.



This is my Sunday look. The day that you are allowed to look like hell while you are doing laundry and sweating in your 80-degree house. I am not, however, condoning this look for any other day but Sunday. I just thought this was a good representation of my big 'ol belly these days.

Guess what? I'm not doing a survey this week. Why? Because it's my blog and I don't feel like it. That's why. But I'd like to note that not only am I in my 7th month of pregnancy, I'm now in my 3rd trimester. I don't feel any different than yesterday :) Also, my belly button has taken a rare form these days and it's quite the topic of conversation, because I feel the need to show everyone and make them touch it. I'm gross like that :)