Betty loves her new rug.

Guess what? Some exciting news. I’m officially official. Well, I’m officially at full term as of this week. This is exciting because, beside meaning that my pregnancy is nearly over, I no longer have to worry about pre-term labor.

The idea of having a bebe, as in, a human life that I’m responsible for, is still totally foreign to me. Most days I’m lucky if I can corral both the dog and cat without losing my mind.

Every day I feel bigger. Every day it’s harder to get out of bed. And sleep. And move around in general.

But other weird, unexpected things have happened in the past few months. Like the way I see my body (beside just, you know, large!). I spent the whole of my adult life criticizing myself over a pound gained. I spent the better portion of my life tying my self-worth to my jeans size.

However, my body has blessed me with a complication-free pregnancy. I stressed while waiting for the results of every test. And every test, thankfully, has come back negative. In a weird way, my body has become my ally, getting me through not only this pregnancy but difficult life events. I’m definitely appreciative and grateful for my health in a way that I wasn’t aware of before.

And the excitement and bebe-anxiety doesn’t come without it’s own, albeit unhealthy, dose of reality. As I prepare to become a mother (which is still so insane) I can’t help but really miss my own father. I’m grateful that my own child will grow up with a supportive and healthy father but every day I wish I could pick up the phone and call my dad.

More pictures of adorable animals being adorable.

I’m in the homestretch (for real this time) of my pregnancy. Wednesday I find out exactly how “ready” I am for Miss A but until I’ve just been nursing terrible uncomfort.

Tonight I caught my shadow while taking Betty outside. It’s funny because I’ve been utterly uncomfortable for the past week. As in, consistent back pain and heartburn. Hard to get out of be. Or stand up for that matter. But today was the first day that I caught my reflection and thought, “shit. I look pregnant!”

Here’s to the next four weeks.

This weekend I spent doing what I do every weekend: recuperating from the week. I spent most of Saturday and Sunday, in between chores, on the couch and under blankets watching all of the good (re: bad) television that I didn’t get to during the week.

When I wasn’t laying around in sweatpants, I was able to eat some delicious pie, see Iron Lady (which was great) and make a few items from my new favorite blog.

Mike is so afraid of being caught in the crossfire of my reality TV marathons that he kindly gifted “me” with a new flat screen for the bedroom. You know that shiznit was mounted directly across my eye line asap. Now no one can stop me from a Mob Wives marathon!

Part of my weekend rehab was to sleep as late as possible. But this face had other plans:

ps. that’s Ari’s flying squirrel that Betty has since taken over and destroyed.

I’m ready for the spring. Wait, what? Wasn’t I just moaning and groaning about the lack o’ winter weather ‘round these parts? Yes. I still feel like we got shafted out of a winter but now I’m ready for longer days, warmer nights and fresh, local produce.

Really I just miss the farmer’s market. Well, you know, the farmer’s market in the height of the season. Not a cold, barren farmer’s market sporting a few potatoes.

I went outside yesterday to play with the pup and was disenchanted with the weather. It is January. I am pregnant. I have an insatiable lust for all things cozy. Thus, I have to ask - where the hell is the winter weather? Sixty degrees in January is just unfair.

I want gray days. I want frigid temperatures. I want threats of snomaggeden.

Instead I wake up in the middle of the night, kicking my covers off, cursing Mike for turning on the heat.

In other news, I’m experiencing some serious nesting. I toggle between wanting to lay curled up with my animals all day and experiencing bouts of energy, wanting to redecorate every corner of my house.

I also spent Saturday shaving my sectional sofa. It was covered in little lint balls, which were driving me absolutely. positively. insane. And then, I spent all of Saturday shaving my sofa (with my own razor, mind you) in my bathrobe and slippers. It wasn’t until I saw Mike laughing at me that I realized how crazy I had gotten.

But, who cares. Because Betty loves it!

Ari has been renamed. She now only responds to The Food Lion.

She’s a good watch dog.

Big ups to Sonya Sells (Zell) for the above photo.

I had a follow-up appointment today after this weekend’s debacle. I’m good (to go)! I was so anxious going into the doctor’s office - my heart was racing and my breathing was abnormally shallow. One of the more frightening things I’ve experienced is being responsible for someone else’s well-being and overall health and feeling like you’ve failed them.

But alas, I am good! My larabebe is good!

And now that I have that peace of mind I’m struck with the realization that I have approximately six weeks to go before meeting my mini human. This is so crazy to me! My mind was racing earlier - wonder where I should take her for a nice summer holiday? Do you think she needs more leggings? What about a bathing suit? What size would she be in a bathing suit? Are bikinis skanky for a four-month old?

And then I remembered we still don’t have a car seat and that should probably come before a bonnet (baby’s eyes are sensitive!).

This is funny - wish we’d conduct some “market research” to see why people hide others on their Facebook queue.

Top reasons:

• Incessant posting
• Too many posted photos of boring/lackluster food
• Too many Instagram photos
• Pretends to be a political/cultural expert
• Reblogs posts/articles without any commentary, regurgitating other, mindless ideas
• Reblogs posts/articles from incredulous sources
• 30+ but still makes posts like “FUCK work. FUCK everyone that I work with. I’m FUCKING done.”
• Believes that documenting the most inane elements of their day will trick their friends into thinking that actually, indeed, have lives
• Starts any post with “If you don’t like my opinions on X then don’t read this!!!!”