33 weeks and waiting impatiently

getting bigger by the minute. good thing i can still fit my ass into my skinny jeans...thanks ro the bella band. whew!! man are we girls cursed, being pregnant is tough, especially at this stage. my hips are spreading in preperation and its rather painful with this baby. she is already bigger han israel was when he was born.

well enjoy the pics (liz) hope to see you all someday soon.
until then,
pancakes with sausage and eggs,
Amy

fish ballet

I went to the spa today and as I sat in the "room of tranquility" listening to the classical music and sipping my hot tea, I watched th fish in the fish tank. It seems that there was quite the drama going on amongst these fish. One purple and orange one kept hiding from a bigger yellow fish. I soon seemed like the fish were dancing to the music...it was very interesting. After my wonderful pedicure (since I can't reach my toes at this point, I had to pay someone else to do it), I had my toes nails painted pink and then got my eyebrows waxed...a painful, but much needed procedure.

On my drive home, I watched all of the families headed to a St. Patty's day parade and thought about when my kids are 8 and 9 and in that annoying, akward stage in life...man, have I got my hands full.

I came to a stop at an intersection where waiting on the corner to cross the street was a homelsee man, dirty and sad looking, and a wealthy looking young woman with her little dog on a leash...the dog wearing a heavier coat than the homeless man no doubt...and probably designer too. Made me wonder if she felt uncomfortable...or if she felt anything at all besides scared.

Anyway...that was my day. I came home to have lunch with Izze and my mom and then Izze fell asleep on me and mom and I watched a movie. After Izze woke up, we went over to the pied piper and got an ice cream. Now mom and Izze are wrestling in the living room and I wish that Jeff was here to enjoy this day with us.

Peace and tacos with guacamole.
Amy

Happy Harry Patrick'sDay

Jeff took me to see Harry Connick Jr. the other night and man, can I just say that he is amazing. THe music was great and of course it didn't hurt that Harry is pretty hot himself. It was a great night with good sushi, great chocolate and even better music. I need to get out more.

Saturday is St. Patty's day. More than likely there will be a bunch of college students filling the bars down town, drinking green beer and getting "lucky." Me, I just plan on having stewed potatoes and corned beef and a regular beer...I think that's how the Irish would do it, don't you?

On a totally different note, I look like someone has shoved a beach ball under my shirt...really, I look that ridiculous. They are starting to call me chicken legs at work. Jeff is freaked out by the whole thing, and admittedly, I am too. Its a freaky thing to have another person in your belly...another soul. alright...back to the daily grind...mmm 11:30...almost lunch time.

A

Fighting Fists

So, I was watching 30 rock last night...funny show...bumbed that it's getting the boot.
Anyway...there was a scene that involved a fist fight and the fighters had names for their fists. For example one guys said "meet St. Michael and St. (I can't remember) and the other guy said "you call those fist names? Meet Bono and (I can't remember the other one again)." I thought this was funny and it made me think that maybe I too should name my fists.
I think I shall call my fists Steven Segal and Chuck Norris. Can you even imagine?

I can't think of two women who I would give this honor too. Maybe Oprah and Dr. Phil (yeah...I think he's a total woman) No offense to women, but that was just the best put down that I can think of for the moment in regards to Dr. Phil. But on the other hand he has no place in the naming of my body parts...so forget about that comment.

My last day at work will be 6 weeks from this coming Monday (March 12th) I find myself both excited to have a little girl and terrified out of my mind. I am an emotional roller coaster. How sweet it will be to hold her and have her the hell out of my belly (I'm at the point where I am sick of being pregnant).
On the other hand, I am starting to feel the anticipations of having a c-section. I am remembering the epidural and the recovery and trying to think about how it will be to cope with the recovery while still trying to enjoy Israel. He's so funny. I'm afraid that I will be so busy with the new baby that I will miss my one on one time with him. Guess these are fears of all second time moms.

Another fear that I am having is that Israel will try to nurse while I'm feeding Tallulah. Strange I know...a lot of women nurse their kids until they are 2 or 3. I stopped with Izze at 9 months. I would have gone a whole year, but I got knocked up and needed the strength to grow the new kid...plus Izze got teeth and um...no thankyou.

alrighty...I'm off to take an early lunch. I'm starving and since I've lost a few pounds over the last couple of weeks, I feel the need to make up for that. Not that there is anywhere for the food to go. I imagine that my stomach is flat due to the fact that Tallulah is so big and my organs are running out of room. Too bad I need most of them to survive. I could sure use the extra cavity space right about now.

Peace and Gyros.
Amy