DIVE BOMB ME

Mood: *spit*
Listening to: A radio off in the distance.

'Scuse me, while I kiss this guy.

I have come to the point in my career where my tolerance to stupid shit wears about as well as my boyfriend's jeans. Too snug of a fit, mostly uncomfortable - and I'm about ready to bust out. We'll blame the lousy comparison on the Skittles I ate earlier. They're not sitting well in my belly but I had to reach out and taste the rainbow.

Today is one of those days that absolutely will not come to an end. Also one where the radio blares all of the really stupid oldies no matter how loud Moby is in my headphones.

For the record, I hate Tom Jones.

Also, to the list of dislikes I officially add Holidays. I haven't been a fan for a long time, but since it's that time of year, I'd like to take a moment to be a Holiday Hater. I've gone over my blessings this year though, and I know what I'm thankful for and what I could have lived without but somehow managed to pull through anyway ---- (8 hours/5 days a week/98.7 anyone?)

I am thankful for stretchy pants. Also for stretchy shirts. I could live without the myriad of underwear in my drawer that are too small, however. Rather than donate used unmentionables (eew), I have decided to hang on to them in hopes that they will someday fit again - or at least fit better with less resistance in the waistband department. I guess I'm doing the same thing with the rest of my clothes. Although I'm sure they'll fit ... well some of 'em anyway.

< BABY >
The soccer player in my belly has been practicing for the big game alot lately. I've gotten boots strong enough to be felt by Rob lying in front of me and ones that push way far outside my stomach when we watch it jiggle around. She's got some strong appendages.

I also had a bunch of Braxton Hicks contractions on Sunday. It was pretty cool to experience it, and I could tell when another was coming on because my heart rate would change. I get a couple of them each day, but Sunday was the marathon day.

Vivid dreams have become my nightly entertainment. Last night it was Crunchy Baby cereal and some kitties in a barn/house thing with a rollercoaster chair. If I could get up earlier in the morning I would have a pretty kickass journal of dreams. If not a tad scary...

Up next.... Lamaze!
< /BABY >

Christmas lists are the next thing on my uh..list. The one that doesn't exist yet. But I'm determined to get one started. I've been having some pretty good Christmas gift ideas, I just need to write them down before I lose them. I really have the decorating bug this year, but if we're moving in January there doesn't seem to be much of a point to the extra cleanup. That and Rob will be gone visiting family for a week too. I'd just be sprucing the place up for me and the fishie. I could hang some decorations on the plants though. Yes, festive.

Anyway - back to the grind. For now.