because it's late and the hubs is gone

I made the mistake of watching birth story videos (you know, with happy music and everyone holding the baby for the first time...NOT the ones you watch in your child development class). Anyway, now I'm crying and holy freak I want my baby here RIGHT NOW! But I want her in her six plus poundness, not her current two and a half. Guess she can cook a little longer. But dang, hurry up, November.

I registered (oh the stress!) And if you register at Target you get a little gift bag (the main reason why I registered, actually). And it came with a little bitty baby bottle and little bitty baby diapers and I keep pulling them out and looking at them, they are so wonderful and tiny.

This text happened tonight and it made me so giddy with happiness. "What is my life????" I mean, can you get any more twitterpated than that?

oh how i love that Ashley Benja

Bryson is gone. It's terrible, really. Here's his schedule: 6-wake up, film until lunch; lunch- then drive for five hours to their next destination, film, have dinner, party with the sales guys until midnight, then go to bed. What is this madness? I can't even sit still for five minutes anymore. I would die on that driving-5-plus-hours-every-day trip. But he's a trooper and I can't wait for him to come home! Until then, I will spend my days browsing Sephora and reading, which brings me to...

I have a new obsession with Little House on the Prairie books. I've read the first two in the last 3 days. My mom read them all to me when I was a little girl but I hardly remember anything. Basically I am so glad I wasn't born back then. Or pregnant back then. But I'm loving them. And what has happened to today's youth?! I mean, Laura used a corn cob as a doll for crying out loud.

Found this picture of my mom today. This was when she was my age. Isn't it just fantastic?

I also found a birthday card I had written to her when I was still quite small that said "Sorry I complain so much." Guess it started at a young age...

But oh, life is grand. I'm liking my third trimester? What? Isn't this one supposed to be the worst? But I'm huge and happy about it, which I never thought I would be. But me being huge means she is coming soooon! And I just can't wait. Also, I'm an organization freak now (which is why I am going through all these mementos, my mother is putting my nesting to work!) My hair is the thickest it's ever been in my entire life please don't fall out, please don't fall out, please don't fall out. I can also still touch my toes, which is like wonder of wonder miracle of miracles.

So, all in all, we're happy over here.