Maternity what? And some happy pix.

I had a sonogram last Friday - baby girl is growing just like she's supposed to be. Already estimated to weigh 5.5 lbs. If she continues to grow like this, she'll be around 8.5 lbs. Hearing that scared me shitless - Monkee was 7.6 and I almost had to get sliced to have her. No way will a bigger baby fit through these hips...c-section, here I come.

Chee and I discussed tonight the money situation once baby girl comes. Especially, how the hell will we pay for our regular bills once I go on short-term disability? I've been putting off even thinking about it. It depresses me. And as tired as I've been, the last thing I want to think about is financial hardship. Ugh and damn. And who the hell termed it short-term disability? It blows my mind that its in the same category as workman's comp...AND the damn forms ask for a date of leave. If you're not planning on scheduling your birth, it's all a guess. I think I'd prefer to pay more taxes and get oh, I don't know, a YEAR off like they do in Italy. So not fair.

So - changing to some happy...I found these pictures and they just made me smile. And I needed that today.

Can't tell they're related...cheeseballs.

Cutest damn dog in the world. I just wanted to steal him away in my purse. Look at that face! And i usually hate little dogs...but Apollo is a rockstar pup.

*sob* I'm just so proud.

Feeling melancholy, I suppose

I was listening to This American Life and it closed with Elvis Perkins' "While You Were Sleeping." I had to share.

Nearing the end of summer

You can always tell when summer is coming to a close, from everyone's hectic schedules.

Trying to fit in a simple dinner date is near impossible, even if they don't have school-aged kids. I realized last week that we hadn't been to the zoo yet this summer, even though we have a family pass. We'd gotten sick of the zoo by August this year. So Chee and Monkee forged out into the heat early Saturday morning and came home a few hours later. They both went straight into Napland. There's not much more exhausting than summer humidity. Ugh. I love my AC.

There are other things I'd like to squeeze in, but not only do I have summer ending to be aware of, but there is the small item of a new baby to consider - granted, she's not due until Sept. 30, but there are a few signs point to a possible early arrival (which I am FREAKING OUT about). Of course, it may be more due to the freaking that there are signs at all. Or maybe they're just in my imagination. Whatever. I have too much shit to do in the next 6 weeks. Especially since my waist is basically gone, so bending over to lift anything is out. As is being on my feet for more than an hour, carrying heavy loads of laundry, and going outside when it's over 95 degrees. (Dude, summer just sucks).

So here's to scheduling three and a half weeks out...let's hope I don't have this baby early. That would just thrown my whole damn calendar off.