I scream from the top of my lungs...

Apparently I took a little break from blogging... I didn't even notice so much time has gone by! A few noteworthy things have happened in the last couple of weeks!

1. While cleaning my house last weekend... I found a cheerio... while changing my sheets. It was down between the mattress and the headboard. I admit that I DO eat cheerios! One of my favorite breakfast treats! But NOT in BED! Gross! So, this means that I must have walked around for some length of time with a cheerio on my face or in my hair or on my clothes before it fell off... in bed. So it was yet another indicator that I am definitely a "mom." Right? I mean we have all seen the frazzled mommies with weird cereal pieces or suckers stuck to them... but usually they have like 3 or 4 little ones they are running around after, and everyone completely forgives it. My child isn't even born yet? What is my excuse? I'm just a pregnant slob!!

2. Baby girl Curley demonstrated her love of music... alot like her mom! She is soothed and calmed by it mostly... when she is very active and I turn any kind of music on, she seems to stop (and listen I think) and fall off to sleep for a minute. But for the first time she really jammed out like her momma. We were in the car and a song came on that is quite possibly the GREATEST song of the 1990's and we rocked out to 4 Non Blonds "What's Up." I think she was playing a little air drum as well as doing a little headbanging and lead air guitar. It is one of those songs that just does it to you... you can't help but get worked up when it comes on... and then you sing it.... for days and days after that. And if you don't know the song well, here is a link to the video. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mXcQGsoDkDk Listen and you might understand why my version of this song, while it is an excellent impression, might drive my husband a little crazy and cause Beans to look at me crooked. I hope my little girl shares my taste for ALL kinds of good music and enjoys singing it from the top of her lungs as much as I do. (Kevin hopes she doesn't)

3. The baby took her first trip to Aggieland! Kevin had some work in Bryan so we took a tiny trip. We got to see cousin Brad (who will graduate in May)... and Professor Houghton! (My very good friend Stephanie from high school completed her PhD in Economics and is now an AGGIE PROFESSOR! Hard to believe!) And Little Curley had her first taste of Wings-n-More..... mmmmmm..... She loved it. I've been craving this for years now and Stephanie and Adam met us there for dinner! What a yummy, prefect way to end our quick trip! Kevin and I wondered if it would be as good as we remembered it... it was... better maybe. I guarantee this will be the first of many trips for our little Curley. (To Aggieland and Wings-n-More)

I know there are VERY FEW people on earth who care anything about the stuff I have written about today... but if you are one, I wrote this for you. And thanks for reading. :)

Last thing... Can someone please tell me how to put music on my blog? I just want a song list that people could click on to hear one or two of my favorites if they want. (Like 4 Non Blonds) But this seems difficult for me for some reason. :)

Big Belly Chronicles - Volume 26 w

So, this was me last week actually.... at 25 weeks. Today I'm 26 weeks and slightly poochier, and finding it seriously difficult to GET UP! If I'm having trouble now... we should all be worried. I have 3 months to go!

I have to take a moment and talk about maternity clothes. At first I was determined to just make my regular clothes somehow work throughout this whole thing in order to save money (yes, I'm cheap.... and not that smart I guess). I even had my friend who is a hard core garage-saler scoping out maternity clothes for me at $1 a pop. I went to Target and found a couple of things that my wonderful-but-not-always-so-eloquent husband likened to trash bags. And finally broke down and went to a couple of specialty stores and left feeling SO much better and more comfortable. And I wanted to give a shout out to Michael Stars who made the shirt I have on here. It is the greatest, because it will just keep stretching.....and stretching.... and then when you wash it it returns to its exact perfect original shape. The ladies at the shop said they even have a few of his tops that they wear all the time (not pregnant). And that I will be able to wear it long after the baby comes! Now... they are one size. Do you hear what I'm saying? No sizes... everyone wears the same shirt.... so my fear is being out somewhere with one of these shirts that has made me so happy and then seeing one of those adorable, twiggy, pregnant girls who look like models with basketballs under their shirts, wearing the same shirt as me and looking WAY better in it. (Thanks to my Santa Fe friend for sending me this pic :) Anyway... I'm very happy with the shirts. And wanted to pass it along to all you pregnant girls... check out Michael Stars tops... unless you will look cuter than me in it...

A couple more updates. The baby girl is still a girl... confirmed for the 6th time (3 ultrasounds times 2 people operating the sono). She is still perfect. She weights approximately 2 lbs, measures exactly on target and is strong as an ox! I sometimes wonder... if this is what other people are feeling all day, every day, how come I don't see other pregnant people startled and jumping and grabbing themselves in surprise all day long? She gets stronger by the day. And the other day I actually said these words out loud... "Its like there is a little person in there just kicking the heck out of me!"

Here is my knitting... again, a week ago. I've made a little more progress on the original scarf and the new purple one. And I have knitted one row of our baby's first blanket. I can't wait to show pics of that!!

The next two pictures are of our Little Curley's room. Surely we can find a spot for her. This poor unfortunate room in our house quickly became our "we-don't-have-room-for-this-but-don't-want-to-get-rid-of-it-yet-so-put-it-in-that-room" room. But our pending arrival has caused us to finally clean it out. So this is the "before" picture. The picture actually doesn't do it justice.

I thought I would put all these things the Curley's have in progress, together in one posting.

Deer and duck seasons are also in progress for Kevin.... so I guess I better add a pic of one of the poor little animals he and Beans got on opening weekend. He got a couple of wood ducks and a wigeon. ?? Here is Beans with her daddy's wigeon. I'm going to look into making a Turduckin this holiday season... and I also wanna try to make some duck jerky. I don't know how, but I'm not afraid to try...

Scaaaaaary

In my last entry of October, We are the champions, I promised an explanation of the funny cat in the picture. Last Saturday night, we became pumpkin carving champs (check out our award winning pumpkins if you haven't already)... AND... I discovered that I am SERIOUSLY allergic to cats.

We had a cat during my entire childhood... Grover (aka THE PUSS). I was NOT allergic. He was over 20 years old when he finally got so sick that we had to say goodbye. But he was our "little brother" for our entire lives. His claim to fame was his meow. It never failed that every time someone in our house was on the phone, Grover would let out a loud one, and the person on the other end would say "Is there a baby in your house?" Mr. Puss was loud, and proud. He also had one tooth that grew and grew and grew until it couldn't even fit inside his mouth anymore... it just hung over his bottom lip and made him look really old and slightly evil. He was a great long-toothed puss. And when he died... several years ago... I haven't had an occasion to hold a kitty cat again... Until last weekend.
Matt and Sara's cat is a Ragdoll cat. The SOFTEST coat you've ever felt on any animal, really. They are also not allowed to be outdoor cats, some say this is because they are non-defensive and can not survive because they do not use their claws and have no survival instincts. And some say its because they're too dumb to find their way back home. I haven't gotten a great explanation about the "hair-do" but I'm sure there is a reason they shave the poor dumb animal to look like Simba. One more fun tid-bit, apparently when you pick them up they just do this...

It may not be apparent in the picture, but the cat was completely relaxed. And I was hysterical! And then... about 10 minutes later... I began coughing just a little, and then reached up and felt little bumps all over my neck, and then my eyes began to itch, and my face felt hot. And I looked a little something like this...

I had to drive us home from the party (over an hour away) and on the way home, my skin began to feel like it was on fire. I had hives on my back, chest, both arms, face and scalp! By the time I got home, I looked like this...Cute huh? It was pretty dramatic. I was actually worried that if I got pulled over on the way home (for driving way too slow because I couldn't see through my watering eyes) that the policeman wouldn't believe my story and was going to think that Kevin had beat me up until I was crying and swollen. But we made it. And I washed the dander off and began to be able to breath again. My face was swollen for 2 days. ;) Scary Halloween!