Mrs. CPA

I Wanted to Post Something Friday but I got Distracted by Cupcakes

I had this half assed post all ready on Friday afternoon, but then I though better of my efforts and never posted it. It was basically a recap of my week and look here, I can do it in about 4 less paragraphs than the mouthy, long ass, basically a request for thirtieth birthday comment (which you are still free to leave), post that I had planned on posting.

· I had a baby shower last week. It was awesome and included brownies, a diaper cake, a way too expensive blanket to match a way to expensive outfit I had already purchased, two gift certificates and pimento cheese. What more could I ask for? I even did my thank you notes last night. I just have to pass them out.

· I am ginormus. And hurty. Standing up hurts, walking hurts, laying down hurts and you can forget rolling over. HURTS. Getting out of Hudson's bed is torture. I go back next Wednesday afternoon to the doctor and I hope she takes one look at me and puts me out of my misery by the end of the week.

· My actual birthday was pretty darn awesome. My mother came up with dinner on Friday night. And I made my Mexican cornbread which somehow tastes BETTER in my new oven. It makes the outside all crispy and delicious and the inside soft and cheesy and fluffy. We got up the next morning and Tim and Hudson and I went and had breakfast at the zoo and got up close and personal with the small carnivores. Which is basically cats and foxes and a very shy Red Panda. It threatened to rain, but we only got hit with a few sprinkles and the spider monkeys were having breakfast which Hudson loved. We were home by 10:30 and napping by 12:15. Which is my kind of day. My nap was wonderful, the boys played in the pool and when I got up I went to Hobby Lobby to get some more picture frames in a huge downpour. Then it was off to dinner. We had originally planned on going to the Flying Fish, but passed by Bennihanna's and stopped there instead. I did not regret that at all. Except my shirt will never be the same. I dropped food on myself and then when we got in the car realized the crossover in my top contained enough fried rice to feed a small village. There was no Kate Spade, but it was still a good birthday.

· My brother called on Friday night to tell us that he is coming back to Arkansas for the next two months to work on Obama's campaign in Arkansas. While not my political party affiliation, I'm super excited that he will be here for the birth of his niece. His wife is an elementary school principal and I'm sure she will be doing a lot of traveling back and forth between here and Georgia. His first love is politics and he is so awesome at it. The "remember people's names and faces" and "not awkward in strange social situations" and "wonderful things just fall into your lap" genes seriously passed me by and he got an overdose of all three. He is so, so, so good at politicing, that Obama might actually have a chance around here with him high up in the organization. He's never worked for a looser yet. Although Tim told him he couldn't put any signs in our yard because 1)we are not for Obama and 2)a lot of people in our neighborhood are military and we would hate to piss them all off. He could be here as soon as this weekend! (And I'm not saying all these nice thing because he knows about my blog now)

· This week is our final push (ha!ha! I said push!) to get returns done for 9/15 and I think we are going to make it. That way, if I do have to go to the hospital late next week, I won't be leaving them in too much of a lurch. We'll be here all labor day weekend, and Tim is going to be getting his scuba certification on Saturday. It's going to be hectic week or two, but then it will all end in BABY!

Not Dead, and No Baby Yet

I had gotten into this good habit of posting on Fridays.  Then last Friday kicked my butt, plus I didn't have the pictures I promised, and then this Friday I was just lazy, so yes!  Here is your Friday post on Sunday night!  We have been working non stop at the office for a 8/15 deadline which then carries over to a 9/15 deadline which is also, if you remember, is 2 days before I am due to give birth. 

This coming Saturday I turn THIRTY.  I know, I look so youthful and all, it's so hard to believe.  My mother in law invited herself over this weekend for dinner which somehow morphed into mine and Tim's "birthday" celebration.  I'm not sure how cleaning your own house, and preparing and cooking your own dinner constitutes a birthday dinner but whatever.  She brought a store bought cake, even though it was a gross cake, maybe she was trying.  She didn't tell me I was fat or anything and she left early, which was the best birthday present I could have asked for. 

So, after the jump I got your pictures. 

Imminent

I bought milk yesterday that expires three days before my due date. There has been talk of baby shower here at the office. My nursery is pretty much done, with the exception of socks. My in laws are worrying about my FIL's bid schedule for his flights next month so he will be here when the baby is born. Hudson has been to his sibling class, which he thoroughly enjoyed except for the part about being asked to wear a doctor's hat and mask and scrub shirt for fun. But the cookie and juice at the end and a beanie baby pig made up for a lot of that. And he got to see a real live baby who was crying. He also got to hold a pretend baby and did not want to give it back. He fed it and we changed its "bipe-er" and wrapped it up and Hudson judiciously decided it was time for the baby to go to sleep and he was even willing to share his passie and stuck it in the probably germ infested plastic baby mouth and then back in his own and I was too tired to really care. Look, He's sharing!

I'm not sure how that is going to translate into treatment of a real live crying baby in less than SIX WEEKS, but we'll see. I'm on the two-week doctor rotation now and after my visit Tuesday, I'll have one more of those and then it's every week. With Hudson I only got to go to one of the one-week appointments at 38 weeks and then I was told to get myself to the hospital immediately. My ankles would appreciate it if that pattern repeated itself, but my office will not appreciate that at all.

Again with the tax returns that have to get done. They want me to actually "work" or something and it's getting pretty hard to do that. All I want to do is sit in my new recliner and play my solitaire game. Possibly while eating a Klondike bar and watching the SYTYCD from this week. And then take a nap. Yes, that would be my perfect day off right now. BUT I'M NOT GOING TO BE GETTING ANY DAYS OFF, WE HAVE TAX RETURNS TO DO. I tried to avoid this situation, but that did not work out in any shape form or fashion – see massive pregnancy fail of October 2007. Apparently I can only have children at wildly inappropriate times and the actual birth will be at the most inopportune time during that busy time and everyone will hate me because "Who does she think she is? Doesn't she know when we are busy?" And then I have job guilt and kid guilt and guilt all around and then I just feel like crap. But at least my ankles won't be swollen and I'll have a sweet tiny squishy baby to hold. The End.

So, last time I did this whole home stretch business, I was super motivated to get work done and finish my tax returns and show everybody how good I felt and how much I could get done. And all of those things were really the truth. I felt like doing them almost of the time. This time, not so much. By 2pm my brain is fried, my motivation is gone and I can barely pick up my little yellow pencil to review a return. I haven't slept more than two hours straight in almost a week, and in order to get the most out of my 2pm brain deadline, I've been getting up and arriving at work at the ungodly hour of 6am. I still leave at the same time in the afternoon, but some more work can get done in those almost PRE-DAWN hours.

And a stupid ant bit me on the toe on Monday. Do you know how hard it is to scratch a fire ant bite when you can't bend over to reach your feet? Tim was at his motorcycle class all weekend, and then he left for New Orleans on Monday and didn't get home until Tuesday night at 9:30, long after any help could be rendered during the nightly rituals. He did rub my feet though. And he's been (pretty) jovial about getting up early himself so he can get all his stuff done and take the boys to school for me. He thinks he's buying himself a motorcycle that he found in the paper that is two years old and only has 5 miles on it. Whatever. I'm just tired of hearing about the damn motorcycle business and I wish he would get one and get over it.

Ok, so I guess I owe you some pictures of the house, including the nursery, and I'll even throw in the ONE picture I got at siblings class since I was there alone and had to sit on the floor a lot and corral Hudson and I couldn't take any pictures. One day when Hudson asks why there aren't any more pictures of him at the class, I can say "Because your Daddy loves motorcycles more than he loves his family and he was off riding one while I lugged your sleeping body from the parking lot in 100 degree heat to a class where the highlight was you getting a beanie baby pig and a cafeteria cookie and the highlight for me was actually being able to hoist myself off the floor without ripping my pants or embarrassing myself." I'll even write that down for discussion with his therapist later.

We have an uneventful weekend planned. Tim is playing his (dorky/science fiction) card game tonight, and tomorrow, we HAVE NOTHING SCHEDULED. I plan on maybe putting on my bathing suit and lounging with Hud-Hud in the pool and taking a nap. And of course the picture post. I'll do it I swear, right after I load the dishwasher and put away all the clothes that are on top of my dresser.