Push Present

I am a big fan of the idea of a push present. I thought the husband might need some help selecting something, so here are some ideas. I will conveniently divide them into two categories.

1. These gifts would be appropriate for a short, easy labor....

Miller's birthstone (assuming she makes it until August) will be peridot. I am not a huge fan, but I do think these earrings from Blue Nile are nice!

Of course, I think we all know I would rather have these from David Yurman. They aren't technically peridot, but they are green (and they match my ring.)

You might be thinking that shoes are a bit non-traditional. Well, that is only because you don't know that these are the Tory Burch MILLER thong. Yes, they are Miller's namesake shoe! And look how pretty! Too bad they don't came in baby size!

2. These gifts would be appropriate for a long labor, C-section, or anything that makes me hyperventilate....

Obviously. And it would be nice and safe for the baby.

Maybe a new car is impractical since there is really nothing wrong with my car (other than the Dr. Pepper situation), so a trip to Peter Island would be nice. We can bring the baby. I think the sooner we start taking her there, the more likely she will want to get married there. If you think of it that way, it is really a money-saver in the end as we will likely spend much less on a destination wedding. I'm just sayin....

Grrrrr.....

I am apparently not very good at this blogging business. I haven't had anything to say for a few days, because most of what I do have to say is negative and I am sure nobody really wants to hear (read) my complaining. However, I am going to complain about a few things anyway, because it is my blog and I can do what I want! So, here goes...

1.I am getting pregnanter (I know that is not a word) and Practice Baby is getting heavier and that is not a good combo. My back is killing me and he has been crabby and refuses to be put down. (He is asleep right now.)I only have a few more weeks with him though, and I am gonna miss the little guy! I guess Practice Baby will be replaced VERY soon with Real Baby! And nobody is gonna come pick her up at 5:00 each day-scary!

2.I am also a major stress ball about getting ready for Miller. This won't shock anybody, but I want to bleach my entire house and all its contents before bringing that baby home! I also want everything to be completely organized. I want meals in the freezer, lesson plans made through November for my sub, and basically anything Miller will need for the first year or two of her life purchased and put in its place. Anybody want to help with all that?

3.Fred is going out of town for work a lot lately, and I am absolutely sure that I am going to go into labor while he is gone. I am just a positive thinker that way.

And there you have it. Feel free to comment with words of encouragement. :)

The Red Popsicle

Last night, I got a chance to talk to my friend Rachel who lives in Seattle. She has been great to talk to during my pregnancy, because she has two kids and is not scared to be honest about pregnancy and childbirth. There are just so many gross and/or scary things involved that nobody tells you! And let me also take this opportunity to say how great it is to have a friend who you know will always be there for you when everyone else around you seems to be going crazy. Ahem. Anyway.

As I have mentioned before, I am terrified of having this child exit my body. To make me feel better, Rachel was nice enough to tell me the entire birth story of her daughter, Piper, on the phone last night. Rachel has the best (weirdest?) memory of anyone I know. I am sure she could tell you what class she had 3rd period in 7th grade, who the teacher was, who sat beside her, and what grade she got on the final exam. So, I was trying to express this to Fred, and our conversation went like this:

ME: Rachel just told me Piper's entire birth story, right down to the red Popsicle.

FRED: (says nothing, looks horrified)

ME: What? She has a crazy memory. She remembers what color Popsicle they gave her at the hospital 4 years ago.

FRED: Oh. I thought that "red Popsicle" was a euphemism for something to do with delivery, and I was terrified!

My poor husband has endured so much during my pregnancy, that he is now afraid of Popsicles.

4th of July

This is what I did for July 4th! Yes, that is a beer. I drank about 1/3rd of it, and it was delicious! Judge me if you will.

Happy Gamecocks Baseball National Champions Day!

Evidently, today is a holiday. I love it! And Practice Baby is celebrating by sleeping like a champ-thank goodness.

Our Very Own Blog!

Hooray for us and our very own blog! I am mildly obsessed with blog-reading lately, and I have decided that I am funnier than a lot of people and have much better grammar than almost everyone, so I should start my own blog. I also would like for it to somehow get turned into a book or a TV show, and then I will never have to work again! I am not sure how that happens though. Anyway, I think that there are like 4 people who might like to keep up with us (me, Fred, and Baby Miller) via the world wide internets, so I now present you with that opportunity. I should warn you that Fred has expressed an interest in being a guest poster (in a manner somewhat similar to the Sports Gal) but we will see about that. PLEASE follow my blog, because that will make me feel really cool to have "followers." I'm looking at you, Kim, because you know you love a good blog!

Here are some pictures by way of introduction in case a stranger ever reads this, which would be awesome!

This is me and Fred. Note that I am skinny in this picture, which is why I chose it. I am currently fat, but only because of Baby Miller. She is going to be a good girl and sleep a lot so mommy can hit the treadmill HARD as soon as possible after her birth.

These are our dogs, Pickles and Rocky. They are very important. Rocky is no longer a puppy, but this is the cutest picture EVER, which is why I chose it. They are both special mini-rottweiler breeds.
This is Baby Miller (in my belly). I am 31 weeks in this picture. I am currently almost 33. Miller is due August 20th. For some reason, I feel like she is going to come early though. I am basically terrified of the whole giving birth portion of this. Sometimes I think I might just cross my legs really hard and have her stay in my belly. Fred says that will become very uncomfortable at some point, like when she is 3.

This is where Miller will live. She better like pink like her mama!