My new Arch Nemesis

Sugar!!! Our Dr. informed us that baby B is too big so I had to get my blood sugar checked for gestational diabetes. The results are that my blood sugar is high so Dr. has me on a no sugar & no white starch diet.
A couple days after my sugarless diet started these items in my kitchen kept catching my eye and tempting me...

Out of emotional angst I probably would've thrown every last one of them in the trash just to show them not to taunt me...but thankfully I was thinking rationally and realized that most of the items came from precious American Land. So instead I boxed up the items that would keep for two months and put them way down in the back depths of a kitchen cabinet, then the things that would not last for two months I put in a grocery bag and gave them to Sue.

Even though these items are out of sight and out of mind there are still a lot of Curry Land foods I cannot partake of because they are either loaded with sugar or white starches :(

FYI: Here is a Curry Land fact about sugar...Brazil is the leading producer of sugar (Curry Land comes in #2)...but as far as consumption is concerned Curry Land is the leading consumer of Sugar...Brazil uses their sugar as an alternate fuel source, where as here it is simply ingested that often by billions of people. 

my Curry Land look alike

So my America Land look alike is A my twin sister...so needless to say it is not weird or annoying to constantly be mistaken for someone else...I just see it as a fun opportunity to play weird mind games on people. Sue is my Curry Land look alike.

I do have to admit Sue and I look like we could be siblings. Everywhere I go in and around the 'rut' people mistake me for her all the time. And as usually my response is to play mind games on these unsuspecting persons...the mind games have become way more fun recently since Sue has a 7 month old baby and I am 8 months pregnant. People awkwardly ask me 'where is your baby?'...and I just respond by point to my stomach - and since talking about pregnancy is a big foo pah they usually walk away with so many curious questions nagging at them. 

YES!

8 months y'all...there is light at the end of the tunnel!

Curry Land pregnancy tip #5: 'Don't scratch your belly it will cause perminent lines'...I still haven't mustered up the heart to tell my friends that we call those lines stretch marks and they are not caused by scratching.

living room redo

So remember our neighbors who broke the lock off our gate so they could have their wedding on our roof...you know, the groomzilla. Well for two months now they are expanding their house...
Unfortunately their expansion efforts have weakened the structural integrity of our wall.

I like to call this picture 'well hello neighbor'...while I was home alone one day the workers were chiseling away at our neighbors house and some how the pick and chisel went all the way through to our side. Having a peep hole in my living room wall definitely put me on edge until Z came home. 

This was our wall at its worst. We brought our groomzilla neighbor over and showed him the damage that their remodel had havoced and then they promised to have it fixed.

It took a month for them to get around to fixing our wall...luckily it was patched up and as good as new right before Christmas, so we did not have to 'deck the walls' with tacky wreaths and bows to hide the unsightly hole.



Also right before Christmas I had new couch and pillow covers made for our Curry Land sectional...whatcha think?

holiday check list

As a tired prego right now it is a wonder I am getting anything ready for Christmas. At first I tried negotiating with Z. The negotiations went a little like this:

Me: 'Z, if you want to have a decorated Christmas tree to look at this year you are going to have to do it yourself.'
Z: ...'so you need me to help you put up the tree?'
Me: 'let me rephrase, if you want the tree up you are going to have to do it alone...by yourself.'
Z: 'ok, I will see if Art wants to help me put it up.' (I would like to mention that last year I put up the tree by myself so I fully expected Z to be capable of doing the same this year)...anyways the tree is up, no matter how patchy our normally loving tones were the day the tree went up.

Today I took Z's example in consideration and decided to call on some friends of my own to help me pull off Christmas cut out cookies. In four hours we...
~ mixed, rolled out, cut and baked cookie dough.
~ mixed up a VAT of frosting...seriously I think there is approx. 2 gallons of homemade cream cheese frosting in my fridge right now
~ made cup cakes
~ piped icing on cookies and cupcakes
~ and cut out Christmas trees out of construction paper for a kids' craft that I am doing

Tomorrow I am really tempted to call the same friends to help wrap presents, bake cinnamon rolls, and run to the market to buy my last minute gift items...because honestly I don't see how I can get it all done without them. The moral of this post...when you are 7 months pregnant get you some friends that do not celebrate Christmas so that they can help you pull off yours.

Third Trimester...

is kicking my butt! In the first trimester I was still doing Zumba workouts, second trimester had to cut out the zumba but could be on my feet for hours with no reprocussions. But now sore and achey muscles inhibit much of my day to day movement. The extra 25lbs I am carrying around these days have added to my lethargy. And I now have to chase down every meal with a tums or two. I blame it all on Z, here is why. At our last doctor's appointment our doc discovered that baby B is rather large for how many weeks we are at. Many times throughout our marriage I have been so blessed to be married to such a big strapping man...the downside however is big strapping offspring!

There is some silver lining in this final trimester:
~ back rubs on demand...Z is being so good to me.
~ pedicures...even though I can still bend over and touch my toes, big strapping baby gives me a good whack in the gut when I do. The last pedicure cost me approx. $8 (including tip)...so worth not having internal organs abused.
~ personal space...it used to be that in public I had to fight for position and space every where I went...mainly because the population is so large here. Now days people are courteous! It is a great change of pace.

The usual culprits

Here are my reasons/ excuses for why I have been such a sorry, low-down, crummy blogger for the past two months:
1) lots of traveling... At least I love traveling because Z and I seem to do a lot of it.
2) Internet problems...For some reason our Internet provider has a STINKY bill pay service and every time we pay our bill they lose our checks, so then our Internet gets cut off for a couple of days. And then we have to call the bill pay service's call center...why there are call centers in the land of obsolete customer service is beyond me.
3) Naps...this is probably the major culprit for my lack of doing anything productive with my life right now. I could probably win a world record for the longest amount of time spent napping.