This Week in E-Lo Land
Quote Of The Week
“I can’t wait until you’re not pregnant so we can wrestle.”
Oddest Find Of The Week:
Oatmeal raisin cookie crumbs in my cleavage.
The Thing I Feel Funniest Doing This Week:
Breaking open evening primrose oil capsules and using the oil to massage my… uh… area. It helps prevent tearing! I swear!
Food That I Most Want To Eat This Week:
Anything Mexican. But that’s every week. It’s usually that or ice cream.
Thing I Could Be Doing This Weekend But I’m NOT (And it PISSES ME OFF):
Going to see U2 with my husband. For our anniversary, even (which is one week from today). But nooooooo, I’m stuck at a wedding that I was SUPPOSED to be in. Thank the lord that I’m NOT in it, what with my pelvis troubles. It’s a Catholic wedding. That’s a lot of sitting and standing for anyone. It would surely bring on labor if I had to do it in a gigantic purple circus tent of a dress.
(Although Ryan claims if the baby is born on Saturday that it’s name will be “The Edge,” whether male or female.)
Hardest Thing To Accomplish This Week:
Putting my pants on. And forget about socks.
Things Making Me Laugh My Ass Off Yet Go, "Hmmm..." This Week
This.
Suffocating Me With Cuteness This Week:
Things That I Need to Get Done This Week:
Put thank you cards in the mailbox. Put together the co-sleeper. Wash the baby’s clothes. Pack a diaper bag. Find a car seat. Install said car seat. Learn how to be a mom. Revel in my extreme feminine form. Listen to my inner child. Relax. And win the Powerball.
“I can’t wait until you’re not pregnant so we can wrestle.”
Oddest Find Of The Week:
Oatmeal raisin cookie crumbs in my cleavage.
The Thing I Feel Funniest Doing This Week:
Breaking open evening primrose oil capsules and using the oil to massage my… uh… area. It helps prevent tearing! I swear!
Food That I Most Want To Eat This Week:
Anything Mexican. But that’s every week. It’s usually that or ice cream.
Thing I Could Be Doing This Weekend But I’m NOT (And it PISSES ME OFF):
Going to see U2 with my husband. For our anniversary, even (which is one week from today). But nooooooo, I’m stuck at a wedding that I was SUPPOSED to be in. Thank the lord that I’m NOT in it, what with my pelvis troubles. It’s a Catholic wedding. That’s a lot of sitting and standing for anyone. It would surely bring on labor if I had to do it in a gigantic purple circus tent of a dress.
(Although Ryan claims if the baby is born on Saturday that it’s name will be “The Edge,” whether male or female.)
Hardest Thing To Accomplish This Week:
Putting my pants on. And forget about socks.
Things Making Me Laugh My Ass Off Yet Go, "Hmmm..." This Week
This.
Suffocating Me With Cuteness This Week:
Things That I Need to Get Done This Week:
Put thank you cards in the mailbox. Put together the co-sleeper. Wash the baby’s clothes. Pack a diaper bag. Find a car seat. Install said car seat. Learn how to be a mom. Revel in my extreme feminine form. Listen to my inner child. Relax. And win the Powerball.
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