Before & After: The Loo

As expected, we didn’t have money left over in the budget to purchase toilets that warm and clean your ass, but I think we got the next best thing: Comfort-fit toilets….who knew there was such a thing! Personally, I don’t like to sit on the toilet long enough to find out if it’s comfortable, but I know some of you do. Wheeler – You should definitely look into these.

The house started out with two full bathrooms. A better description would probably be one bathroom that we could use, and a second that was a waste of space with a shower that looked like the one in your Uncle Billy's RV. Now we have three full bathrooms. All brand new, thoughtfully planned out, and comfortable!

Master Bathroom

I don't seem to have any before pictures of this one. So just picture UGLY.

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Hall Bathroom

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Upstairs Bathroom

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Oh, The Places He'll Go

So far this year, Goose has gotten to go to the Masters to see Tiger and Phil, and Fenway Park to see Big Papi and A-Rod. If you ask me, Will and I planned this well. Two tickets to these events is definitely better than paying for three! Next up….2nd row to see the Counting Crows (one of his dad’s all-time favorites) and Maroon 5 (he’ll get to see his mom drool over Adam Levine)!

This kid better not complain that he never got to do anything fun in life!

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The number of pounds that I have gained since June. This is how I justify the mass quantities of pizza that I am eating, among other things.

*Disclaimer - Please do not worry about me. According to Nazi Doctor, I am FINE!

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The number of days in a row that I've eaten pizza for lunch at work. It seems to be working for me. Why change a good thing, right?

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The number of times I went to the bathroom yesterday. Oh, the joys of pregnancy.

That's what friends are for...

There are duties that come along with being a friend. I'm there to listen to you, support you in your life, and be there when you need a shoulder to cry on. If you are wearing something terrible, I’m going to tell you. If you ask my opinion about your hair, you are going to hear the truth. And if you need help keeping up with the latest hip-hop music, it’s my job to keep you informed.

I don’t see Kate as often as I’d like (please don’t pay any attention to the political crap on her page), but I still feel that I need to be responsible for keeping her hip. For keeping her up to date and down with the latest on the streets. That’s how I roll. So, I was quite disappointed when I saw that she was still listening to 'Flo-Rida' and referred to it as her “current favorite catchy song.” I mean, that song is so 5 minutes ago. It’s out…gone…in the vault with J Lo’s velour jumpsuits.

So Kate, here's your NEW "favorite catchy song." It's actually current...popular RIGHT NOW...on the Top 8 at 8. Enjoy!

Sorry Lala!

My girls and I walked 10 miles on Saturday. We started at 7:30am, stopped half way and fueled up on snacks and Gatorade, and made the 5 mile trek back to the country club to eat lunch. The walk wasn’t bad until the very end when it started to get hot. And that’s when I think someone in particular started to lose her mind a bit.

Around mile 8, a guy on a recumbent bike rode by, waved, and said “hey ladies!” Lori immediately turned around and asked, “Do you think he’s a quadriplegic?”

Yeah Lori, he’s paralyzed from the neck down. That’s why he just rode past us, PEDALING A BIKE AND WAVING.

Inspiration

Now that we’ve confirmed that Goose is definitely a boy, I can start decorating. Here’s a picture of my inspiration. We’ll see if I stay on track. Anything is better than the current state of the room, which looks much like your local flea market without the turkey legs and Tecate.

I keep getting questions about the baby’s room, and I’m finding out that I’m starting to care way too late in the game. Apparently, I should have been obsessing about it a few months ago. I guess this is what new mothers do. Except for me. And the whole “nesting” thing is throwing me off. I don’t even understand what it means. I’m not a bird. I don’t even like birds unless they come on cute stationary. I had to have my MIL come over yesterday to help me clean out the baby room or else it probably wouldn’t have gotten done. I’m lacking in the motivation department, and I don’t think they sell it next to “new attitudes” at Banana Republic.

I don’t sound very thrilled about all of this, do I? Don’t get me wrong, I love being pregnant and I can’t wait until Goose arrives, but I’m not obsessing about it. Other people are obsessing about it for me. I’m not reading 6 books on pregnancy and 12 books on raising a child. I’m reading one. And in between chapters, I’m reading novels and memoirs and anything else I can get my hands on that doesn’t talk about preparing your nipples for breastfeeding and the consistency of poop in the first few weeks of life. I’m getting conflicting advice thrown at me in every direction, and to be honest, it goes in one ear and out the other. This may all come back to bite me in the ass in December, but I have a feeling it won’t. I’ll be doing it my way…which is the best way in my book!