I'm still here...

I'm just sleepy and lack anything exciting to say.  Except that my carpet got steam cleaned...except wait thats only interesting to me.  I'll be back after a nap...aka sometime in the next week?

Things I forgot about being pregnant:

1. I loose my voice, although this time around it seems to be more obnoxious and pronounced.  I don't totally loose my voice I just become hoarse and squeaky and my range minimizes.  It really makes me feel amazing when I'm trying to get my child's attention in a store, and I need to yell.

2. I snort.  I know I know...it's sooo attractive but I do.  I snort.  I don't do it on purpose and if I could find the trigger and turn it off I totally would.  Sadly, I cannot so I snort and people laugh at me.  I usually laugh at me too though, cause it's pretty funny.

3.  My tail bone was sent by Satan to make my life a walking H-E-Double hockey stick. Hobbling like a gangsta is really what I was hoping to do while making my way through this procreation process.  Being a pregnant gangsta wife really embodies who and what I am.

4. Haunted limbs.  My leg was haunted for the last two days.  I could barely feel it and the parts I did feel hurt so bad I was crying.

5. Hormones, although I'll amend this one. I don't think I was nearly as psycho with the bebes as I am this time around.  I can't control my emotions AT ALL.  I can rein them in but if I'm angry I'm TICKED OFF the whole day.  You could have looked at me funny and for the next 4 hours I will dislike your pants and your ugly hair and I used to love your hair but now...NOW YOU AND I ARE MORTAL ENEMIES.  I'm so much fun to be around.

6a. My wonderful husband.  I don't honestly remember what he was like when I was pregnant with the bebes. He was working two jobs and I slept a ton so we didn't spend a ton of time together.  I'm sure he was wonderful but this time around he's been super husband and super dad.  If we are out as a family I rarely carry or have to wrangle our two year old.  He just handles it all so I can focus on the shopping or the browsing we are doing.  He helps peel me off the couch when #3 or #4 become an issue, he brings me ice cream and blankets and he has been listening to all of my incessant whining.  He hasn't even complained about my incessant whining.  I think I found a keeper.

6b.  He doesn't mind if I text him from upstairs and ask him to bring me something.  He isn't grossed out when I talk about any weird pregnancy stuff.  He eats nachos almost as often as I want.  He doesn't get upset when there are 4 extra purchases of nachos in a week showing up in our bank account when we shouldn't be spending the money.  Oh and he still thinks I'm cute.

7. I'm still hungry at 11pm...even though I've been asleep on the couch for 4 hours, I still would like a McDonalds run.

8. Prenatal vitimans make me feel all pretty even when I'm not actually feeling all pretty.

9. Counting weeks in increasingly larger food items is actually sort of fun.

10. 45 seconds after having a very intelligent and thought provoking conversation I will completely and totally forget what it was about. Pregnancy brain makes my raging hormones VERY ANGRY.  Which of course you know how that ends.


I think there are probably more things I forgot...but because redundancy is so much fun, I've clearly forgotten them.

Time for nachos?

Annoying Pregnancy Post....

...that really only I care about.

When I was pregnant with the bebes I had 4 specific cravings: Big Macs, Olive Garden Salad, Sautéed Onions, and Iced Tea.  Any day of the week could turn into the perfect day...if I had one of those 4 things.

This time around I couldn't nail down a craving if my entire existence depended on it.  I know I've been harping on nachos but thats just a recent fad.  Bring on the lemonade, the cheeseburgers, the cucumber salad, the tuna noodle casserole.  Peanut butter M&M's, nutragrain bars.  I could probably write prosaically for hours on end about strawberry nutragrain bars.  mmmmm preggo crack.  If something comes in bar form...sign me up, protein bars and quaker oat chocolate bar things...nom nom nom.

Poor Dave almost everything he makes for dinner I turn my nose up at...by the time dinner is over I'm professing my undying love to him for the best meal ever created.  I'm glad he deals with my hormones.  Phew.

I'm totally that classic pregnant woman on TV.  I change my mind halfway through ordering a meal.  I'm annoyed  I'm this generic but at least I know Sookie from Gilmore Girls had the same weird cravings as I do.  Shouldn't you base all your rational thoughts off any random episode of Gilmore Girls?

I think yes.

Nachos?  Anyone?

But Dave You WOULD Love It...

...and its on sale!!!

He's such a rooster hater.

Wrapping up two crazy weeks

Not sure what this is but shes too funny

Family self portrait done by yours truly...

This morning...marker on her face...goofiest look ever.

Did I mention I locked myself out of the bedroom last week. Slept on the couch till 3:30am when Dave got home from work.

Awesomesauce.

Do I even make sense anymore?

These prenatal vitimans are SUPER and I have pretty nails and hair again which clearly is a very important problem to have.  Except my nails are beautiful and they are annoying to type with...beauty or function...beauty or function.

I'm rocking out to Pandora right now...I'm so exited for payday tomorrow to pick up a few new songs on iTunes.  I might post my few favorite playlists right now.  I'm sort of out of my pop phase which is great because WOW how uninspired was I.

I left my book(s) at home AGAIN today so I'm stuck talking to myself right here...in my little corner of the world.  Hope you all don't mind? :)

I still want some serious nachos.  My plans are to go out and get all the ingredients for nachos and see if I can duplicate them at home.  Lets be honest I have a little addiction to queso and its a great excuse to use my little dipper crock pot thing.  How "Mom" am I?  I do love me some crock pot.  Sign me up and buy me a minivan!  Anyway I think I can replicate the Moes, I just need to make a stop at World Market to get the super amazing thin chips.  That might be all thats missing.

I just ate a yogurt.  I know this will shock you but it tasted NOTHING like nachos.  Sadness is overtaking me.

*Mellow Dramatic?*

The newest Phillipa Gregory book came out in the last week; I get my iPad tomorrow.  I'm semi-coloning those because they go together.  I'm 12 dollars away from my first legally purchased e-book.  My plans for tomorrow evening are to wear my child out by running her around a mall to extreme exhaustion so that she falls asleep on the way home.  Also cause shes so stinkin cute when she falls asleep in the car.  That way I wont be a neglectful mother when we get home and just want to play with my new toy and veg in front of the computer on a Friday night absorbing new music and media.

Nachos?

Are you there?

Yawn.  Sigh.

Goodbye.

Yep.....

....still want nachos.

Where I rant and then throw in some cuteness to make up for it.

So let me start out by saying...I had one of those REALLY annoying cute weekends.  I went on a date with my husband which I promise...we never do.  I hate when people exaggerate and they are like...we never see each other we don't do things together and then all you hear about is how Angelina Jolie has no privacy...except she can manage to make it to 2-3 premieres a week and has appropriate outfits for those premiers and has what 6 children...lady..YOU...have a nanny...I do not.

Anyway I'm so fabulous when I'm off topic aren't I?  So we went on a date...and we went to the fancy theaters that have the super crazy lazy boy seats and they bring you blankets and amazing gourmet food.  I had these little spinach and artichoke cheese deep fried balls of goodness...and man...I forgot I was even on a date with Dave...

Dave's friend watched the goobs for us Friday night.  He asked that she be fed and in pj's before we left because his skill set really lies in building massive towers out of alphabet blocks and watching them be destroyed by a 2 year old.  

Saturday...was the magically day though...Saturday...my child let Dave and I stay in our bedroom...undisturbed till 9:15...NINE FREAKIN FIFTEEN....It was almost like we had a teenager who didn't want to hang out with us...she played in her room for almost 3 hours and left us alone.  Now...you can only imagine what we did with that free time...and you'd be totally wrong..because Dave went back to sleep and I tried to concentrate on a book over his snoring...we are SOOOO ROMANTIC...

The rest of the day was spent in true Lindso OCD style....we got the 3rd bedroom straightened up and in organized chaos...there is now a crib and a changing table...and a huge bookshelf full of junk..but it's one step closer to choosing a paint color and being done with all that craziness.  I know I know...I'm like what 5 minutes pregnant (thanks Mary) but really...we find out what we are having in September...and then its football season..and then the holidays and I promise you...I will NOT be pleasant if I have to smell paint fumes in January with no ventilation...and have to take down Christmas decorations 9 months pregnant...PROMISE.  So I may seem OCD but I'm truly defending this mentality...and telling everyone to lovingly shove it! xoxo super smiley face...obnoxiousness.

Sunday...I had another bout of OCD and was done with my list of activities before 10am....which was awesome...but I was left without a vehicle that housed a car seat so I was unable to free myself from the confines of my home...to forage for nachos...

Lets talk about this for a bit...apparently all I want are nachos...not just any nachos...I don't want to make them from scratch I don't want them as an appetizers at a chain restaurant.  I do not want them from an authentic Mexican hole in the wall fabulous restaurant...no no...I want them from Moe's.  I've now eaten at Moe's a total of 3 times...maybe...maybe only 2?  I don't know...what I do know is that their nachos are heaven on a platter...a plastic platter with a sheet of parchment paper covered in queso...did you hear me NACHOS...oh dear lord...why am I squeezing this into a rant post...these nachos deserve their own pretty bold post dedicated to their fantabulousness.  We went to Moe's last week...and Dave got the nachos...I didn't know about them before this point...I made Dave take me again on Saturday...and then I could barely last 24 hours and I needed them again.  I'm not sure what we are having for dinner but CLEARLY you know what my suggestion will be.  NOM NOM NOM

Okay so I need to get off that topic it's clearly making me wish Moe's was near by...siiiigh

Heres were I usually abruptly end and loose focus and move on to other things...like um...nachos...oooh whatever I give up...

I leave you with this....this happened over the weekend and its ANNOYINGLY cute.  It also has ridiculously bad volume so turn those speakers way up...get ready to hear some mediocre music....and sorry if the video is fuzzy...I'm not a vlogger...mostly cause I hate that word but I also just have my iPhone and its great..but it doesn't translate to this space well.

goodbye forevers....