sand in my swimsuit

Je dois faire un régime avant de partir en vacances.
“I have to go on a diet before we leave for vacation.”

Hah. This gem was the phrase of the day on my French calendar and it couldn’t be further from the truth. In fact, I attempted to squeeze into five bathing suits last night before I found one in my closet that fit me. I’ve never even worn this bathing suit before but I sure am glad I bought it a few years ago. We’ll see if I actually wear just the bathing suit and nothing else while we’re at the beach.

Yes! The beach! We’re leaving tomorrow for a hot and sunny (literally – 95 degrees and no clouds forecasted the entire time we’re there) few days on the coast of North Carolina… looking forward to not being at work and getting a little color on my pale tummy. Ryan likes laying out in the sunshine. The few times we’ve been laying out lately waiting for lacrosse games to start, she’s been kicking up a storm… so she’s either burning up or she loves it. She also loves barbecue – specifically pulled pork sandwiches. I could be mistaking her ferocious kicks for love when, in fact, she is just ticked off because I inhaled so much barbecue-y goodness that I’m cramping her space. I’ll stick with love since it makes for a better story. :)

Last week’s doctor’s appointment was… eh. I’m always excited to hear her heartbeat… and I’ve taken to keeping a notepad in my purse to write down questions that pop into my head (and it’s a cute notepad with a fashionable little pregnant girl at the top – thanks, Mom!), so I appreciate the chance to ask my awesome doctor a thousand and one questions. Unfortunately, the minimal amount of weight gain that I saw at my last appointment was no more. Nope, I am officially on the boat now… I am gaining away. My doctor didn’t seem to care (not as much as the nosy nurse did) and through a lot of research yesterday I discovered that I am well within the normal range at this point in my pregnancy. Still, I’ve found myself scrutinizing every morsel of food that I eat and last night I decided that I’d had enough. I’m pregnant. I’m hungry (all the time). The baby wants food. I want food. I don’t look like I’ve even gained a pound aside from the baby belly… so I don’t care. So there. Aside from the news from the scale, we did get to take a cute video of the doctor checking the heartbeat with the doppler. I sent it to my dad right away (in Kuwait… thousands of miles away!) and it was like he was there! Technology is crazy.

We also painted the nursery last weekend (when I say we, I really mean the best husband ever painted the nursery while I did some touch up painting aroud the condo). It’s called Zen Garden, which truly doesn’t suit the shade well at all. There’s an employee at Glidden that really needs to be replaced. It’s a not-so-bright apple green and if it looks as though we forgot to paint the bottom 31 inches, fear not – we are putting up a chair rail and shadow boxes (all white) soon. Her room is going to be adorable! Look at all the little clothes! See if you can spot the furball in the photo (where’s Lila???)… she is so nosy.

I was nice enough to bake cookies for my coworkers and they’re almost gone – I need to go snag a few. Next blog entry will be from a slightly tanned and more relaxed me!