Weak Sauce

Thought it would never happen huh? Well, yep it did. I totally slacked last week. And I am royally pissed at myself for it. The chalkboard was just not top on my priority list for multiple reasons:

a.) First, and probably most importantly, no cute outfits. Everything I owned was really annoying me and of course, none of it fit. So naturally I rotated between uncomfortable, tight scrubs during the day and yoga/stretch pants with thick waistbands and t-shirts that I am realizing do NOT fit anymore. Take Exhibit A for instance:

 My current view as I blog.

Real attractive.

b.) My friend Krissy was in town from Portland for a couple days. Enough said.

c.) The creative juices were not flowing last week, meaning the chalkboard would be doomed and would terribly lack in the cute factor. I decided no-chalkboard was better than lame-chalkboard.

Okay excuse after excuse, I know! After all that, still ended up with a semi cute outfit and this still pretty lame chalkboard with combined weeks...who does that?!

Name one thing that makes this chalkboard even MORE lame than I originally thought?...oh how about the fact that it doesn't even say "WEEKS!" Definitely JUST realized that. I can't believe I'm even posting this disaster.

Speaking of toes...

And more belly fun

Stretch pants, of course

 

My belly button is as wide as a sand dollar

As I am finishing this post, I just got off the phone with my mother. They participated in their annual neighborhood garage sale over the weekend. She just revealed a little tid bit that now has me on the verge of tears...okay not real tears but please just imagine my pain. 

Let me back up just a bit to give you the FULL effect; okay, remember THESE guys?

Yeah, well my collection was more along these lines...

Okay, I might be exaggerating a little. But this is not far from the truth. Look I even found a picture of me with my troll collection!...

HAHA! Just kidding, this isn't really me but, metaphorically, this is how I felt about my trolls. I loved them so much that I would have definitely set them up under a willow tree in the middle of the woods and professionally posed with them if given the opportunity.
Unfortunately, I was never given that opportunity because just as my troll collection was hitting it's prime, some other 9 year old snatch stole them from me...or so I thought.

So you're caught up on my L.F.T.? (Love For Trolls)

Yeah well Mom just told me, with this disclaimer, "I really shouldn't be telling you this but if there is one thing you'd be really pissed that we sold what would it be?"
Uh huh, yep, you got it. The line that followed will forever haunt me..."Dad found your troll collection somewhere and we sold them all!" NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
You're right mom, you should have never told me. Payback's a bitch...

Love you Mom :)

24 Weeks

Sooo, someone (Drysdale), commented on how cute I looked when I actually "dressed up" for last week's post and switched it up from my normal "stretch pants and tiny pocket tee shirts." Well, Drysdale, I can't bear to ever disappoint you again in my frumpy outfit choice, so I am turning over a new leaf. I promise to try to look my cutest for the weekly chalkboard pics from here on out! However, tiny pocket t's from Target are my ABSOLUTE favorite (as most of you know and if you don't know, I'm sure you could assume) and because I have them in every color of the rainbow, they will NOT be put into hiding. Sorry...

Did you know that I'm also growing a
baby in my upper arm and in my ass?!

Baby updates: 

I'm feeling great! A little tired and a little like a butterball turkey stuffed into Barbie clothes, but otherwise, no complaints here. We've only got 3 1/2 months to go! (which means even less time until Powell--I believe 77 days to be exact) My belly button's starting to freak me out. Most people know this about me but if you don't, belly buttons kind of weird me out. Mine has always been a little tender to the touch and it basically just gives me the willies. And now mine is starting to get shallow...meaning, it's definitely gonna pop out. Yuck. It also doesn't help to walk into the room, all ready to go on hike, with 2 layers of tank tops on and your husband says, "whoa babe! look at your big belly button!" (Clarification: not in the "cute" belly button way but in the "dark, big, scary black hole through your clothes" way.) Kind of like a doughnut hole. Lovely.

Okay and now for Instagram overload...our life lately:

Baby Addie's visit

Uncle Cars loving on his sweet little niece

Soaking up the beautiful weather up at the lake

The two cripples (me-the knocked up one and 

Amanda-the blood clotted one) and our two Megans

At the Groves' to celebrate the big guy's birthday;

Happy Birthday Mitch!

Family time

Little's G's new favorite hang out

I wanted to congratulate ALL my girlfriends who are pregnant right now. Turns out, pretty much every single person I know who's knocked up, is having a girl! And I think we can ALL agree, if our girls turn out ANYTHING like we were growing up/ARE NOW, we're in big trouble!

Lately

I am super tired right at this moment but not sleeping because Rob, D and our little niece Addie are on their way from Bend! It feels like Christmas, I'm so excited. I'll try to keep this post interesting but it may just turn into picture overload since my brain is currently non-functional.

Pop Quiz: What is the name of the childcare center at Fred Meyer?
(Carson's answer: 'Freddy Bear's'---incorrect.)
We struggled with this one for a while, so Jake decided to call the store at 11pm. We then discovered  it's called, 'The Fred Meyer Playland.' It's free but you can only leave your child there for an hour. So, naturally, Jake's response to this was, "well what if I shop multiple times day?" To this the employee responded (after being a little thrown off), "um, no we will still only take them for one hour a day." Then he added the only other additional "perk"...sounding VERY accommodating and definitely going for the up sale, "we take children about age 2 up through preschool!".....oh oooookay, so you're saying you watch 2,3 and 4 year olds for strictly one hour a day? SOLD!...yeah right! Needless to say, we are probably the only people in the world to start a discussion about Freddie's ghetto childcare service and then feel the need to call and get ALL the details...just to know.

Where I found my animals the other day...

They're gonna such good big brothers

 

Love those damn Grinch toes

And week "23" (still a week behind, sorry):