It's a good thing

The morning is gorgeous and had me waking up quoting Martha Stewart this morning... It's a good thing! The leaves have turned and our street is a beautiful wave of bright yellows, oranges and reds. I treated myself to a decaf coffee and just bit the bullet and ordered my "birthday" jacket. I got lucky enough to flip to a page in the new InStyle magazine and see a coupon code for 20% off - sweet victory! My hotty totty maternity jacket (if there is such a thing) should be here just in time for our trip departure and my birthday! Speaking of birthdays... the big 3-0 will be here a week from Monday. Holy Moly, 30 years old. I can't really get into that right now because I am too busy living up the last week of my twenties... shopping online and blogging about nothing. haha.

We are all geared up for trick or treating tonight. We spent $60 on candy last night at Target, and Jake thinks its not going to be enough. I told him, as much as I would love to provide candy for the entire population of Spring Hope children, I refuse to spend $100+ on candy. Especially with the secret jacket purchase made earlier this morning... but he doesn't need to know about that. 

The baby is moving a lot these past few days and I have seen my stomach grow quite a bit even though my weight is staying about the same. I hit the gym two days last week and did 30 minutes of cardio. It felt good to exercise and I am going to try and keep up a 2-3 day a week commitment through the winter.  Although, my sweet little pumpkin finds it necessary to stand directly on top of mommy's bladder while I am on the elliptical, making me break every 5-7 minutes for a trip to the loo. I make sure to use the machine directly in front of the ladies room.

I am craving popcorn balls like no other. I need to call Grace (my sweet momma) and see if she'll whip me up a batch.... and then call Jeff to brag that mom made me entire batch of popcorn balls and isn't he jealous.

hi(gh)

Whoa! The painter came today and our house is smelling very STRONG. Thank goodness our bedroom was spared so I have a hiding spot until tomorrow. She (the painter) assured me the smell would be gone tomorrow. So, I think the hubs is in the living room, breathing deep and getting a tad bit high :) haha.

Our vacation is three weeks away. I have it nailed down to three locales: Washington DC, Ft. Lauderdale and Puerto Rico. I know those last two are random as hell. Southwest is having a flight sale to Ft. Lauderdale and the hotel rates are super low in Puerto Rico. Plus, I forgot to get my passport renewed when I changed to my married name so any international destination is out. I am going to do a cost analysis of each this week and present options to Jake. I'll let him make the final decision. I think we are both dreaming of a beach vacay with lots of sun, dips in the pool and early bedtimes. Cross your fingers for Puerto Rico.

Progress!

What a busy week. I had a doctor's appointment yesterday and got to hear the baby's heartbeat, which sounded great. Everything is right on schedule and we got to see Dr. Tosky who delivered Tillie four years ago. We really liked him and wouldn't mind if he delivers us, especially if we end up having a c-section. We are 23 weeks tomorrow. I feel like I have done pretty good so far, I have gained 6lbs and am going to try to keep exercising and eating right through the holidays (keep me far away from mom's pumpkin pie and sugar cookies!!).

The painter starts Monday! Yippee! She finally called me today and I am so excited to get some of these rooms painted so we can move back into our bedroom, set up the nursery and actually decorate our house. Its been kind of bland here on Walnut St. with no pictures on the wall and minimal furniture. Glad we are moving forward. Jake deserves the worker bee of the month award. He is so dedicated to this project. I would have sold this house two years ago for $25 just to get rid of the headache. Many before and afters to follow. I save all our pictures on my work computer and update this blog from home so things aren't jiving right now. 

Off to pick paint colors - the pressure!

I dye

Well, after much deliberation, I am back to being a brunette. For the past 5+ years I have highlighted my hair and it just got old. I, unfortunately, was not blessed with thick, pretty locks. My hair is the deadly combo of thin and fine. boo on genetics. My hair had seen better days. Way better days. It was way damaged, too long and just looked a mess. So off to Aveda I went yesterday morning and requested a dye job to match my roots. Whoa. I am still trying to tell myself it looks good. Its dark. Like, really dark. I almost feel goth. Jake assured me its not black, but its close. I don't remember my hair being this "brown." I am going to live with it for a few days and see if it grows on me (hardy har har, pun intended). The dang problem is that I have to get my license renewed this week or next... and I don't know if I want to live with this do in that pic for 8 years. Yes, this is completely lame that this is the only thing I have to write about. I need to make a post on my dresser makeover, baby bedding and remodel updates.

Jake and I were thinking of going to the State Fair this morning. We ended up sleeping in, having breakfast in bed and catching up on infomercials well into the early afternoon. Why does the p90x infomercial get me every time? I.cannot.change.the.channel. We went for a walk around the block and are enjoying the warm sunshine on the porch swing.  I hope this gorgeous weather stays in place for a few weeks.

Registries and an ER visit

Yesterday was a very busy day for the Greens. I spent the day with Mom, Michelle and Tillie registering for the baby. That was easier said than done. I went in with total preparation, list in hand, research done, etc. Well, few notes to self: don't register on a Saturday when everyone and their mother (including me) is shopping or also trying to register in the four baby aisles at Target. Also, Saturday at 1pm is not the time to enter the only Babies R Us in a 100 mile radius. To be honest, it was baby overload. Tillie learned how to use the registry gun. Every toy in aisle 12 was scanned. So, if baby g gets a Disney princess play mat, I won't be surprised.

I came home to awesome progress on the house, Jake had primed the hallway, installed vanity lights and mirror in the guest bathroom, finished grouting some tile work in the bathroom and a few other misc honey dos. We decided to take a break and run to Lowe's and get a quick dinner. Jake was in a great mood, I was glad to be on a date with my honey and then it happened - Herb, clean-up in aisle 5 (Mr. Mom). Jake went to reach for a sheet rock thing a ma jig. It looked like a huge wiper blade with an actual blade. Well, it fell off the shelf, sliced Jake's wrist open and freaked me the hell out. I watched the whole thing happen, Jake grabbed his wrist and we just looked at each other. I could tell he was thinking... is it that bad? We should just pick this stuff up off the floor, pay and go home and get a band-aid. I asked him if needed stitches and he opened his hands and I saw it. My stomach flipped, he needed stitches. Six to be exact and a tetanus shot. Yikes, it was gnarly. I really love my husband, because after an hour at the ER (9pm) I was ready to go home. Jake still wanted to go out to eat. So I took him, and his bandaged wrist, on a date to Chili's.

bad blogger

I haven't even been blogging for a month and I am already taking a hiatus. Funny, how it's hard to find 5-10 minutes a day to write a blog post with work, house, husband and misc to tend to. October is off to a great start. I felt the baby move for the first time about a week ago (20 weeks). That is an odd/awesome feeling, a half pound baby moving inside your tummy. The little guy likes to get busy at about 6pm and parties til about 9pm and then baby and momma go to bed. I'm meeting Michelle and Mom in Raleigh on Saturday to register. We are also on the hunt for a glider/rocker. I'm hoping we can finalize that decision and get it ordered this weekend.

Things are going well on the home front too. Jake, the dear, has been coming home every night and working on the house. The poor guy looks exhausted and has been going to bed with me and baby at 9 every night. Jake is usually my night owl, so I hope he isn't over doing it. Hopefully, come December, most of the work will be done and we can enjoy (rest) the last two months before baby arrives.