My kid can outbowl your kid

My two year old plays the Wii. So while you sit there all smug because your drool spitting toddler can play Beethoven's IV and shit on the toilet, I'm perfectly happy that my kid could kick your kid's ass at Wii bowling any day of the week. Bring it on.

Randomness

Still too tired to post.

But here's a pic of my new glasses...



I'm going to the doctor every week now. Generally that's a great milestone in a pregnancy -- the end is near. But my doc is an hour's drive away. I mean, not that it's really that far mileage wise...but traffic wise, it stinks. Let's hope I can get to the hospital on time when I go into labor. Otherwise, I'll be like that lady in Colorado I saw on the news this morning.

So now I'll drive an hour or more every week just so the doctor can tell me that the baby's head is still down and no, ma'am, you're not dilated nor effaced yet. At all.

The grocery store is having a great summer produce sale...the organics are on sale too. I could really go for some strawberries. Mmmm.

Excuses, excuses.

Oh my goodness! Seriously. It's been entirely too long. I went without internet for a week. I mean, I'm completely aware it's been longer than a week since I last updated. But hello! If you knew how big my stomach is, you'd forgive me. I mean, and really...I live in Texas...in the summer. Misery.

Currently I'm feeling pretty nauseous and miserable. Tired is an understatement. I was kicked out of my own comfy pillow top bed by my two year old last night, and was relegated to sleeping on the couch. Um yes. The couch. It's not really a question of whether my belly fits on it or not, it's more of how it fits on there. I defy physics.

So, when I get some more time on my hands -- and really, I had 3 nice days where my mom kept my kid this past week -- I will blog. [And yes, those three days were spent internet-less.]

In the meantime, I've figured out that if you take away my kid and my internet, I have no life. I mean, truly. Isn't that the definition of pathetic? Most likely. And yet, I raise this excuse again: Summer in Texas; Pregnant.

It's all the excuse I need.