Few Things

Just a few things:

- I officially gave up heels this week.  Let me say it is NOT because they were too uncomfortable.  It is ONLY because my feet have gotten too fat for all of my heels and wedges.  I never thought I would have fat feet... I'm horrified when I get home and prop them up.  Pregnancy is not nice to a lot of things, including feet.  Maybe working is not nice to my feet and I can get a doctor's note that I need to stay home with my feet propped up all day and cannot wear shoes therefore I cannot come to work?  I debated bringing a stool to work and propping my feet up on it under my desk but I just can't see myself toting a stool, of whatever kind, into the building and setting it up under my desk.  Plus, what good does it do when I'm running around our buildings?  So I wear flats.  Terrible flats that show I am only 5'3", my legs are unattractive, shapeless and swollen and I have fat feet and ankles.  I'm surprised someone hasn't asked me if I sprained both of my ankles.  That's what it looks like by 5:00 p.m.

- I officially bought shoes solely based on comfort this week.  Since I'm a heel kinda girl I do not have a lot of summer flats. Wedges only.  Monday, I came to work in cute wooden wedges with my dress... by lunch I was at Dillard's trying on every pair of flats they had that were not for women over 60.  I settled on a cushiony pair of leopard flats from some obscure designer's fall collection.  They feel like tennis shoes, have a soft sole and are a size larger than I normally wear to accommodate my now fat feet.  They look awful on me but at least are leopard and I really love walking around in them.  I saw where one pregnant lady, on a blog, wears crocs around but only at home b/c she is too embarrassed to wear them in public.  But then, she went out on a date with her husband and looked down to find the horror of the crocs still on her feet because she forgot to change before they left the house!!  I would make John take me  home... I can't even walk around barefoot at home b/c my heels go numb.  Is this normal?  All the more reason to never gain 25 pounds unless it's for a baby.  My feet simply cannot handle the extra weight.  And I may be closer to 30 pounds... I don't look at the scale anymore. 

- I've turned into the cliche pregnant girl who eats pickles.  All of the time.  Not any pickle though... it's my friend Whitney's fault.  Completely.  She gave me a Wickle and our fridge has not been the same since.  I eat a jar a week, and that's only because I limit the number I eat a day.  John will ask me what I want for dinner and I'll say "Wickles and fruit".  It's too hot outside to eat anything heavy to three dinners this week were wickles, fruit, sharp white cheddar and crackers.  If you have not tried a Wickle please do.  But please do not go to the Harp's closest to my house because two days ago I panicked when I couldn't find them and finally found one last jar behind their store brand relish.  That's how hard I looked.  Get them anywhere but the Harp's on Wedington please.  (I feed John other things for dinner... cook for him even.  I just eat the Wickles)

- Cannot WAIT until I can wear normal people clothes again!!  It's that time of year when fall stuff is coming out and J. Crew is torturing me with it's fall catalogues.  I get it in the mail and study it.  I've given up on my own wardrobe.  I even wore the same dress twice this week to work and if you know me you know I will not wear anything to work twice in one week or even twice to work in two weeks.  I have a two week minimum rotation but always try to wear different jewelry, shoes...something to mix it up.  Anyways I must refrain from buying anything until I know how fat I'll be after Ann is born.  I'm trying to be reasonable and know that I probably will not be back in my cute jeans this fall for football season but surely I can wear SOME of my normal clothes?  Maybe if I live in spanx.  Couldn't be more sick of my closet and I know John is tired of me almost leaving the house in tears when we are going anywhere because I can only fit into one pair of pants and a few dresses still.  Another reason to lose baby weight as fast as possible, must not put added stress on John by freaking out over my closet anytime we go somewhere.  He doesn't understand.

- I am addicted to Pinterest.  That is all you need to know.

- Cried watching the newest humane society commercial yesterday.  The dog asked "Why do they keep beating me?" and I lost it. 

- My parents had to put down our 19 year old cat Natasha (we named her when we were 4 and 8 ok??) this morning.  She put up with  A LOT when we were little including wearing baby clothes, diapers and being carried around in anything baby related.  Slowly our kitty cats are leaving us.  Now all we have are Lucy and YaYa.... and 6 dogs.  Not all under one roof but part of our immediate family.  I obviously like animals more than people. 

- John finished painting Ann's room but only because he wants to go fishing tomorrow and that's criteria to be met before he could go.  Now we are on hold until the new carpet comes in before we can set up her furniture.  I'm considering putting up wall paper in her closet to jazz it up but have a fear of installing wallpaper.  It seems way worse than painting but John won't let me paint.  I don't think I can train John to paint horizontal stripes in her closet without it turning into a first class fiasco. 

- My sister officially has a job and I'm very proud but very sad.  I was hoping her husband would let her be a stay at home dog mommy who bakes.  But no, she got a job.  Now she can't come see me anytime.  I think she should file for some sort of maternity leave for when Ann is born... I need her to be here for a minimum of two weeks.

- I sold a chair on craigslist last weekend.  It was an oversized club chair in our living room that just didn't go with the rest of our furniture.  Mainly the scale of it was too much.  Now I've relocated a small vintage chair I had upstairs to it's spot downstairs and I'm considering not replacing it at all because I love how sleek and clean everything looks!  The only problem is neither chair we have down there is a comfortable chair but my thoughts are we will not have a lot of company in the next year anyway and John and I just sit on our couch.  Off with comfort and in with a cleaner crisper living room. 

That is all.