die, cruel world.

why, why why why why why why why why why WHY would you replace all the automatic air fresheners in our office building with ones that make SUPER POWERFUL baby powder smell?!? it's been like this for over 2 months and i still gag every time i go into the bathroom. which is often. seriously people, who thinks that smells nice? i'd rather smell poop-smell. and it doesn't just stay inside the bathrooms either, the smell is so strong it wafts around the entire building. it charmingly greets you in the lobby. and if you dare to actually go into the bathroom- WHAM it is multiplied by 100.

hello, welcome to our very professional business office. yes we're actually standing inside a giant diaper. isn't it lovely?

busy weekend extravaganza

dear orange diaper bag, i love you.

after going to the northside 4th of july parade a few blocks from our house (which was totally awesome, even in the rain) we headed up to indy for the baby shower with our families. i'm not the kind of person that gets into showers. i hated all our wedding showers just because being the center of attention makes me so anxious. so i was not looking forward to the all-ladies baby shower- dreading it is probably more accurate. the good news was that it was a combo-shower for jon's sister and i which took the pressure off quite a bit, but the bad news was no boys allowed so our husbands and dads got to head out and eat cajun food and drink beer (which sounds way more fun, come on).

i always stress about those kinds of events so all week i was prepping up, painting my nails & toenails, washing my face all nicely so it would look pretty (aaaaannd it broke out majorly the day before the shower, of course. thanks face!), and picking out a cute shirt to wear (it had ruffles! and as soon as i washed it... a huge weird stain appeared on it and i had to throw it away. thanks stupid target sale shirt). i was cranky because i wasn't at the pool sitting in the sunshine. and i stress out because jon's siblings are all in a constant state of fighting with each other about one thing or another and gee, won't it be fun for us to all be together in one room, plus my mom? yay!

but....

it was actually ok. better than ok. it was nice. i still don't like the whole everyone looking at me part, but having my sister-in-law there to share it with helped a ton. and i ate a ton of delicious foods. and oh god, they loaded us up with so much baby gear. i mean those ladies really outdid themselves i can't believe it. we had a hard time packing all of it into the car to drive home last night. and then as we were driving every time i would come to a stop boxes would fly out of the back into nico's head which i'm sure he was not thrilled about.

it's amazing that in one day i went from feeling like we had hardly anything to feeling... actually pretty prepared for jude to come. i mean, as prepared as you can be with having lots of little baby supplies. it feels great. there are really only a few things we didn't get that we need. it definitely makes it feel more real and exciting that jude will be here soon (8 weeks!).

crazy. i'm tired though. we didn't pull into the driveway at home until almost midnight. and then when i finally crawled into bed it was hard to get to sleep because i kept thinking about all the tiny baby things and how i want to take them all out of their boxes and organize them because i am insane. and hungry.

crisis averted. the end. bring on the cheez-its.

friday finds

one day early this week due to the holiday... and the fact that i am off work tomorrow, yeah bitches! then it's off to indy for our family baby shower on sunday. i'll report back with the juicy details. enjoy!

hopefully not my future

this website is HILARIOUS.

in, oh say, 2 months (ALARM! PANIC!), we are going to be parents. i'm down with that. we're excited. but can i tell you how freaked out i am by people who are obsessed with their babies? there is a normal amount of, "ohhhh, look at my cute baby! he/she is so new and awesome! i made you!" that is perfectly acceptable and that is not what i'm talking about. (KY over at twopretzels is a good example of how to do it NOT creepily. same with dooce and new little marlo. thumbs up ladies.) but... there are people who take that to a whole other level of overboard crazy-style. the type of people who keep telling me about how *Magical* everything is going to be.

i'm sorry but you're going to have a hard time convincing me that pushing a baby out of my normally little lady parts and staying up at all hours of the night to let it chew on my boobs is magical. bleeding afterwards for up to 2 months/stitches/etc? magical? no. necessary for procreation? sure. it's part of the deal to get to the part where they actually talk and interact with you. maybe it is magical for some people, but as i mentioned before, i'm not really the gushy-mushy type. and don't even get me started on people who say that having a baby brings you closer to jesus and the magic of god. ugh. so here's to jon and i continuing to be normal people even as we raise our adorable, sassy spawn.

obviously i'm going to be writing a lot about mr. jude, as i have about my pregnancy. that was kind of the point of this whole business. i just hope i can keep it out of the realm of sickeningly sweet and into the realm of hilariously badass. or at least like, marginally cute. as much as i love reading baby blogs the saccharine sweet i-love-babies thing is just too much for me. (cough cough, girls gone child, i'm looking at you)

if i ever sound like that please send me some internet beatdown, deal?