30 Week belly and 32 week belly

The first one is from week 30...

 This is the week 32 shot. We can no longer see my shoes... but if we could they would be super cute red patent leather mary janes!

Wordless Wednesday

The problem with being a Funcle

I decided this past weekend that Uncle Chad should actually be Funcle Chad. Because he is kinda fun and an Uncle. He sent MRA a balance bike and taught him the fist bump (which always gets a BIG smile).

Fun uncle, right. So Funcle.

I was riding in the car with the Notorious MRA and my parents and decided to try it out. So I say, "Can you say FUNCLE?"

And, in Notorious fashion, loud and clear, MRA states, "Fuck eeeeeewwwww."

We all raised our eyebrows and then cracked up. I guess we will wait a little longer before we try that word again.

Happy Tuesday!

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The Working Mother Rant

If you are looking for cute pictures and video, come back tomorrow. Today, I am mad.

I have actually been mad for a few days but only now, am I not-mad-enough to blog about it. You see, lately, I have been running into a couple that I know a lot more frequently. Whenever I do, she comments on me seeming so tired and stressed - which I am.

Its in a judgey way that she says these things. Her job probably equates to less than part-time hours on a weekly basis.

But, I am busier at work than I ever have been, I am 7.5 months pregnant in June in Florida, I am trying to prepare for a new baby, and I am running after a toddler. Being tired and stressed out is not that unusual for the circumstances.

I am not unhappy.

The male half of the couple, keeps asking me if I plan to work after the new baby arrives. I am not sure how many times I need to say yes but he KEEPS ASKING. And every time I say yes, he makes a different judgey comment. this last time, it was, "Well, you must really like your job."

Newsflash: I do (most of the time). I certainly did not go to grad school to get an MRS degree.

So, I end up walking away feeling as though my ability as a mother is being questioned.

Jonathan, on the other hand, gets told he is in the running for Father of the Year because, wow, he drops his kid off at daycare AND takes him to the doctor for well visits.

So he is father of the year and I am.... what?

Don't get me wrong, my husband is a fabulous father and husband but, really, we both give it our all. We both do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done. Sometimes, its 50/50. More of the time it is some unequal percentage, its80/20 or 90/10. And who is doing the 10 and who is doing the 90, that changes depending on what is going on.

We are, collectively, ok with this arrangement, but it pisses me off to have other people pass these passe judgements on our lifestyle. Its not 1890, I thought we'd moved past all this.

Are women ever going to be able to go to work and have a child and not be judged for it?

Week 30

Yes, I have made it to the third trimester and am officially 30 weeks preggo. I received an email from one of the pregnancy sites this week entitled, "Keeping Cool During a Hot Summer Pregnancy". I was hopeful that there might be some tips I could use because, quite frankly, I am freakin' hot.

Let's face it, its Florida, its humid as hell and I am carrying around about 25 extra pounds at 7.5 months pregnant. I am freakin' hot. ALL. THE. TIME.

These are the tips from the email:

1. Run errands, go for walks, and do outdoor tasks in the early morning or evening when it's cooler. (Uuumm, yeah, our low was 79 degrees last night and I am pretty sure that at that point during the night any place I need to run errands is closed. And even if it were open, I AM SLEEPING!)


Stay in the shade or indoors with air conditioning when temperatures exceed 90 degrees, and remember to limit your activity on those days. (Well, I work indoors but the the maintenance man said its freakin' hot in my office because although the air is a cool 58 degrees coming out of the vents , the motor is really small so it is not blowing anywhere - fantastic!)

Wear light-colored cotton clothing, which reflects sunlight, rather than dark colors, which absorb it. Growing up in the south, this is a kinda standard rule of thumb during the summer. So, when I was pregnant with the Notorious MRA I went shopping for maternity clothes with my mom. I was so, so, so very discouraged because it was spring and I wanted to buy light, airy, springy clothes. My mom pointed out there was a reason I was having trouble finding said colors in the maternity section.
 
Fast forward: this pregnancy I found and bought a crisp, new, white maternity t-shirt. I was happy, oh so happy. Until I saw a photo of myself in said t-shirt. My mom was right. There is a reason you don't see pregnant women wearing a lot of light colored cotton clothing. Its because we look like HUGE cotton balls walking down the street. Its not our best look.
 
Anyone got any useful tips on staying cool?

Wordless Wednesday

A grownup is a child with layers on. ~Woody Harrelson

One of the unexpected pleasures of becoming a parent has been in the rediscovery.

As adults, we accumulate so many layers. But the Notorious MRA has been able to peel some of those layers back and Jonathan and I have rediscovered so much.

Some of the things we have rediscovered are holidays, especially Easter and the 4th of July, fireworks, tater tots and fish sticks, and going a little fast on the exit ramps (MRA squeals Wheeeeeee every time now). 

Last weekend, brought a new discovery for MRA and a rediscovery for us.... SLURPEE'S!!!  

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Wordless Wednesday