4 DAYS TO GO!!!!

Ok, I guess I'm so excited about the sonogram on Friday that I'm skipping days of the week. I could have sworn today was Wednesday!!! Geez... Can Friday just get here already!

I was wondering does everyone have horrible nightmares and bizarro dreams when their pregnant? I know I've read in all my pregnancy books that vivid dreams are common but horrifying nightmares that jolt you out of sleep, heart pounding and shaken up enough that it takes minutes for you to realize it was just a dream? And are the tears you launch into at that realization tears of relief or build up from the nightmare you just lived through in your sleep!?! That's the last time I'll eat Fried Chicken for dinner. Damn devil bird!!!

Speaking of Fried Chicken, I stopped into Brookshire's to get a few grocery items and saw a long line at the deli. My nose drew me that way and I discovered Fried Chicken was their deal of the day. The smell was enough to make me salivate and almost drool on myself and when I saw that box of crispy juiciness I couldn't resist. Of course in my pre-pregnancy days I would have went for the 8 piece mixed so I could feast on a large fried chicken breast and not feel so guilty because it was white meat. But since Big Daddy is a dark meat man I grabbed a box of Dark, Hot & Spicy and figured what the hell. So I rushed home did my 40 min pregnancy yoga DVD (which I love by the way) jumped in the shower and ran in the kitchen to make my plate. Fried Chicken, a salad with ranch and corn on the cob, YUMMY!!! About two bites into the chicken something wasn't feeling right. I thought to myself, the flavor is good what could be wrong. Then I realized OMG! eating this is making me wanna hurl! All of a sudden my mind filled with thoughts of chicken skin and flesh. I wanted to gag, but you know me I ate it anyway because A) I thought the visuals would go away and B) I was too lazy to make something else! =0) What the heck, I usually LOVE Fried Chicken. Should'a stuck with the white meat now I'm ruined for quite a while. Baby Jacob must have liked it though because he/she was doing some serious kickboxing last night.

This baby sure ain't shy about knocking the crap outta me. I get used as a punching bag atleast 5-10 times a day. I'm not complaining though, it's just reassurance everything is ok in there. =0)

Big Daddy told me yesterday to make a list of things he could do this weekend! Uh, what?!? Yes, ladies read that one again and envy me...=0) Of course that was followed by his statement of, "I wanna get everything done before football season starts." My husband and his sports, I swear he's an addict. Are most men like this? I think the NFL Network logo is emblazoned onto our TV screen. During football season he's planted in his chair, eyes glued to 52" of pure visual cocaine for him. Lord help me. He's already making plans to perch our little one on his lap and attempt to make him/her a fanatic too, boy or girl. They will experience the greatness of the Patriots!!!! Good thing my due date is on Super Bowl weekend. =0) Anyway, so the brain is turning... What can I add to this list? I hope he's not sorry he asked. I'm sure he meant things I can't do like painting and lifting/moving heavy objects. But I can't help but wonder, you'd think he notice if I slipped dishes and laundry on that list? Puh, what am I thinking. Of course he would!

Have a Blessed Day, Kim