Little House on the Prairie

.... so here we are, week 17, and according to this app I have on my phone my little monster is estimated to be about the size of a navel orange. Mmmm, orange... Is it weird that I want to eat whatever fruit it's said to be the size of? Does that say something about my psyche? I guess at least I just want to eat the fruit, not like I want to eat the placenta, not that there's anything wrong with that...

Moving right along... So some of you guys know that Kris and I put an offer on a short sale months ago. Great house, 5 acres, out buildings... Dead end road, etc. but due to a minor set back, we're still waiting. Well, maybe starting over. I have to admit, I was really depressed about it for a few days. It's taken me awhile to wrap my head around the idea of focusing my energy into fixing some stuff on our current place that needs fixing anyway and to realize we may be bringing our little bundle of joy to our current home.

I just have this insatiable desire to nest! To get a room ready, pick colors and all that extra stuff that isn't absolutely necessary but fun to do. I have to take that energy and channel it into tiling a bathroom and doing yard work, which doesn't sound near as appealing, but needs to get done anyway. You see, I have this thing where when I want something badly enough I bulldoze my way through any obstacle to achieve it. Which, can be a good thing and a bad thing.

So in the meantime I'm going to be focusing my energy on these other things. I still find myself doing research on baby stuff and conducting field tests... I'm sure this lady in Nordstrom's today thought I was certifiably crazy because I was petting the diaper bags and mumbling mental notes to myself.

I've also been listening to people's advice as far as is it on to drink a glass of wine now and then or is it (gasp!) absolutely a no-no?! Man are there some strong feelings about this. I could probably classify this as one of those Great Debates. A woman I work with told me about this stuff:

It's basically white grape juice. Really sour white grape juice. 

Meh, I know many a woman who has consumed a glass of wine here and there during their pregnancy. I think it's fine, their kids turned out just fine. As for myself, I think I'll just wait it out. 

One thing I don't mind indulging in? 

Saint CupCakes

(worth EVERY calorie)

...yes, I ate them all. 

                                                                                                 ...no. I do NOT feel bad about it. 

So while I'd rather be that pregnant girl who is far away in La La Land waltzing about her perfect home picking out colors and fabrics for her nursery I'm going to roll my sleeves up. I'm going to tile my little bathroom, do yard work, patch some holes in this ship and continue sailing. Oh, and smile :)