Freak Out!

First, I must tell you that I have "Le Freak" by Chic playing in my head right now as I post this. If I could figure out how to add music to a post, or my site, then I'd put it on there so you could all join in. It's a fun little disco song. And, side note, 'freak out' was code for 'fuck off' in the song - so yeah, it makes sense that I like it so much. But I digress....

I am totally freaking out about the baby registry! Well, honestly, I'm freaking out about a lot of "to do" things right now - but the baby registry is top of the list. I am so overwhelmed by all of the stuff that you need for babies. Really, overwhelmed! Have any of you ever been to Babies-R-Us? Going in there still gives me a bit of a panic attack, it's just so much to try and fit into some sort of condensed list of "must haves." I am trying to attack it in my usual rational, list-making way - but then I freak out over the research. I mean, am I just buying stuff off the list that may kill my baby? Shouldn't I research all these items to find out which ones are best for my baby? I've tried to do that for the big items, but then Miss Breezy will email me about bottles - and I'm like "Fuck, I thought bottles were a gimme. I gotta research that too?" Damn you Miss Breezy (just kidding)!

Yes, I could have bigger things to freak out about - and I do. I mean, has anyone seen the news on Wachovia? Yeah, I love having a husband who works there - constant source of worry. And then there's my company, going through it's own downward spiral and continual lay-offs. Oh, and let's not mention that they're getting ready to "roll out" a new compensation plan, which is not for the better (from what I've heard on the rumor mill). And let's not forget my house, which is in disarray and seems to never be on the way to shaping up. Oh, and there's the fact that I'm 6.5 months pregnant and still haven't signed up for any of the birthing classes. So, yeah, should probably get on top of that pretty quickly too.

I can't post anymore...I need to get online and research. Time's a'wastin! Everyone sing, "FREAK OUT!"

Pumpkin

Here's the thing, when I leave the house in the morning, I generally feel pretty cute. I haven't really freaked out about the weight gain, and I typically think I actually look "little" to be as far along as I am. I look in the mirror and think, my belly is still pretty small to be at 6 months. I mean, I used to be able to stick my belly out like this just for fun. (Remember Beckers all the fun Breezy and I had making fat bellies in front of the dorm mirror...Good times!) But then you see yourself in photos, and it's just totally different. I see the photos and I think "OMG, I am so freakin' huge!" So, yeah, pregnancy really messes with your sense of size and proportion.

I like to call this picture "BooBelly," in which I realize pregnancy has created one big booby-belly monster. But my dad looks cute!

Oh, and I was at 23 weeks then (around 4th of July)...so it's only getting bigger from here on out! Also, all of a sudden my hair has turned to crap. I used to love my hair, but now it's all limp and lifeless. *Sigh* But knock-wood, no crazy skin tags yet.

Staying alive...

Hola! I'm alive, just in a funk. Hope everyone had a fun 4th! We played it low-key and hung around the house. We painted the baby's room, so yay! As soon as we assemble the room I'll post pics...maybe I'll even be brave and take the dreaded belly pic.

Happy belated birthday to my little sister. Happy 25th panda bear!