{I Want A New Puppy}

I'm puppy hungry right now. I keep reminding myself a baby is coming and a dog, baby and puppy would be a little much to handle.

I can't believe Oliver was ever this little.

{I Like Them All}

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I keep going back to the fabric swatches and love them all. Heather Ross fabric is super pricey, so maybe I can't afford to use all 5/6, but I love them more and more. Scott, not quite as much.

He doesn't quite share my vision.

The dandelion below will be on the outside of the bumper and we might make a mobile out of the scraps. Hopefully it will all work out.

{Fabric}

I'm thinking of these lovely fabrics for my baby bedding. The 3rd one down would be the main fabric and on the bumper. The rest would be worked alongside into a quilt. I swore I would never do princesses, but I kind of like these. I think I have a problem with Disney Princesses, but I loved Fairy Tales growing up. I think the fabrics are so painterly and soft. It isn't anything like I thought I would like, but the more I look the more I like a lot. I was trying to tell Scott that my idea for the baby's room is wonder. The only problem is how do you take something conceptional and translate it?

What do you think? Am I crazy for liking these?

{Pottery Barn Wishlist}

Online shopping is the only kind of shopping I have time for these day. In the spirit of procrastination I thought I'd show a few things I think are pretty.

We need a new bedspread for our new room. I love the colors here. Pretty, pretty.

I will be buying these. Love!

We don't have the space for entertaining, but I love entertaining gear.

{Funny Scott}

Scott printed off this the other day. He is thinking ahead.

What a funny guy.

{I'm Kinda Picky}

Duralite

about the stroller. I really like the 3 wheel design. Something that would work well for long walks with Oliver.

These strollers look nice. Does anyone have any good suggestions on brands/styles?

Indie Jogger

{Finally Shopping Around For Baby}

I'm finally starting to think baby stuff. My mind has been a little crazy lately, but I need to focus. Originally, I wanted something gender neutral, but I can't seem to find anything I like.

I was hoping for a soft grey, yellow, and eggshell blue/green (where I could accent pink for girl), but I think this brown, pink and yellow combo is pretty nice.

Dwell Studio

This one is totally different, but fun too.

Land of Nod

{Charley Strikes Again}

Last night might have been a bit rough and I maybe had my first panic attack and honestly, it wasn't my favorite.

So, here I am elevating my feet on the couch and I go to get up and I get the evil Charley Horse, but not just any kind of Charly Horse, the evilest, meanest, baddest Charley Horse ever, so I immediately start screaming, because it super hurts and Scott runs over and tries to stretch my leg out, but I can't relax and so the pain continues and Scott keeps saying relax your ankle and I keep saying I can't and the moment he puts my leg down the pain is just as intense and Oliver starts to get worried because I keep screaming and he comes over and licks my face and puts his head on my shoulder and starts pacing and Scott keeps saying relax your ankle and I keep saying I'm trying and then I start panic, and I start to breath really fast and all of sudden I'm shaking all over and crying and hyperventilating and it was super weird and I keep trying to take deep breaths so I can relax, but I can't do that either and my leg keeps killing me and I keep telling Scott to force my ankle to bend, but he can't bend it and...30 minutes later I calm down.

Whew.

Is this what labor is like, because if it is I'm in big trouble.

{Memories}

We just got back from Florida and it was a fabulous trip. Lots of great memories. Serious fun all around. But let’s look back at another vacation, not so very long ago. It has been a month now, so the pain and anguish of that first day is fading into a distant memory. For historical purposes, let’s go back and revisit the worst first day of vacation ever.

Duh, Dun Duh!

Preface: 2.5 hours of sleep, Lindsey 6 months pregnant

Arrive in San Francisco
Lindsey: It is cold!
Scott: It will warm up.
10 minutes later
Lindsey: It is really cold. I’m tired.

Typical airport craziness, take Bart to ***hostel in the Mission District

Lindsey: Hi, we would like to check in
Front Desk Guy: Did you guys know there is a nightclub here on the weekends?
Lindsey and Scott: Ummm, no.

Put bags in the room
Lindsey and Scott (internal thoughts): Man, this place is a dump!
Lindsey: Is it dirty here?
Scott: No.
Lindsey: Do you think we should have gotten a car?
Scott: No
Lindsey: Let’s get something to eat and go to Golden Gate Park.

Eat at Pizzeria Delfina’s (the highlight of the day)

Scott: We need to take a bus? Where do we catch the bus? Where is a bus schedule?

Arrive at Golden Gate Park
Lindsey: This park is huge!
Scott: Where is a map?

Wander for 4 hours
Lindsey: Let’s go to the bridge. Where do we catch a bus?
Scott: Let’s cut through the woods here and we can figure it out.

Scott leads the way

Scott: Lindsey! Turn back now!!

5 minutes of silence

Lindsey: Are you okay?
Scott: I totally just saw two dudes doing it in the woods.
Lindsey: Are you okay?
Scott: I saw naked bums.

1 hour later still trying to find the bus stop

Scott speed walking in stress-mode. Lindsey starts to trip over her feet.
Her greatest regrets are not wearing thermal underwear and bringing her heavy camera gear.

Arrive at Golden Gate Bridge 1 hour later.

Lindsey and Scott: Pretty.
Lindsey and Scott (internal thoughts): Windy.
Lindsey: Let’s go to Chrissy Field.
Scott: Where do we catch the bus? What bus do we catch? Where is a freaking bus schedule!

45 minutes later, finally on the right bus to Chrissy Field and find out it is the last bus. Don’t get off and head back to Golden Gate Bridge.

Scott to bus driver: Do you know how to get back to the Mission District?
Bus Driver: No.

Bus driver keeps hitting the curb. Lindsey wants to throw up. Make a mad dash for, hopefully, the right bus. Several strangers help along the way.

Stranger: Can I help you?
Scott: Yes, we are trying to go to ****
Stranger: Oh! Interesting.
Stranger: Um, why did you choose to stay there?
Stranger: Don’t go out at night.

Repeat with new stranger. Lindsey too tired to make conversation.

Arrive at hostel 1 hour later . . . mocked by the nightclubers in the elevator and advised to keep doors locked.

Lindsey crashes.

Scott: What do you want for dinner?
Lindsey: mumble, mumble, mumble.

Scott returns with chocolate and Graham Crackers but neglects to mention the discarded needles and prostitutes outside of the hostel.

Cue in the pounding nightclub music

Lindsey wakes up and notices dirt in the bed and food under the bed.

“BILLY JEAN IS NOT MY LOVER.
SHE'S JUST A GIRL . . . “

3:00 AM Nightmares
4:00 AM Nightmares
5:00 AM Nightmares
6:00 AM Lindsey wakes up

Lindsey: OWWWW! My foot!!
Scott: You are okay.
Lindsey: No, I’m not.
Scott: It will be fine.

Lindsey proceeds to limp for the next 7 days with a strained tendon, which really, really, really hurt and made her cry on several occasions.

Lindsey: The shower doesn’t work!
Scott: There is no way I’m taking a bath in that.
Lindsey: I think we should switch hotels.
Scott: I heard gunshots and police sirens last night.
Lindsey: I want to go home.

10 minutes later . . .
Front Desk Receptionist: Welcome to the Hilton

The end.

Photo Courtesy of Ryan Wilcox, www.youlooknicephotographytoday.com

{Film}

{Florida Checklist}

Get rid of farmers tan
Beach hat - X
Maternity Swimsuit Coverup - lost in the mail
New book
Fabulously toned arms and legs
Polaroid film - X
Catch up on editing - X
Sunglasses - X
Packing - midnight tonight
Summer lipgloss - X
Read the Yearling before we go - X
Haircut - X
Big belly - X
Clean house - Xish
Pedicure
Sleep

So, I maybe didn't get everything done on my list, but at least I have the belly and the hat! See you all in a week.