Keep on Truckin'

We are getting there! 33 and a half weeks down, 6 and a half to go! I really can't believe we are at this point. Feels like just the other day when I was dreaming about finally getting a belly and feeling Gummy Bear kick. Both of those dreams have come true and then some!! :)

Hubby and Rockstar Daughter started to set up the crib last night and finished it today. It was "suggested" I leave them to do it alone because, I was feeling quite bossy last night, and I was taking many pictures which was hindering the progress due to the constant flashes. I may have been snickering a little while Hubby was trying very hard to fit his manly hands in places where they just don't fit naturally which resulted in many fumbles and dropsy-like actions. When I say snickering, I actually mean laughing so hard tears were streaming down my cheeks accompanied by my lovely snorting cackles. Good times.
Regardless, the crib looks marvelous! It was a VERY generous gift from Ma and Pa D!
The bed clothes were a also a gift from my Lovely Nanny, Gummy's Great-Nanny! Thank you - Thank you - Thank you!

I've come to the realization that it is time for me to change some of my habits due to my extreme tiredness tonight. As most of you know, I'm a Lady of Leisure during the summer months because of my wonderful job within our school system. Usually this is the time that I get to spend a lot of days with my own Mamabear, Lovely Nanny, Sissy and Crazy Aunts. We LOVE to spend the day going from store to store, going for lunch, laughing, shopping, and generally having a good time (Usually at the expense of someone within the car!). Unfortunately, I think this is catching up to me. Take today for an example: We all got together for a quick trip to the local mall and then made our way to the casino for some light-hearted gambling (We all lost - booo) and then supper. Well, I'm pooped! I can't even get off the couch. Poor Hubby did the grocery shopping himself, and did very well I might add! He has also done the laundry and doted on me since he arrived home from work. I can't help it! I'm just worn out. I'm a little distraught thinking about all the funny, lucrative shopping trips I will be missing out on from now on. Maybe those Crazy Aunts wouldn't mind taking turns piggy-backing me through the mall? I will mention it to them, but I'm thinking they will say no. They are Crazy, not suicidal!

So, I'm spending the evening with my feet up while dozing on the couch in my air-conditioned piece of heaven watching crappy TV like "Wipeout" with the occasional trip to the freezer to get yet another red freezie. :)