I need to blog!

Okay, so what? I have a baby and I think I can just leave my blog to rot? Sheesh. What a cop out. I'll get blogging soon.  I know you're dying to hear about Natalie's birth, so I'll get on it when I have a free moment...in between eating bon bons and getting facials.

Update

Well, I have a side-stitch that would rival any marathon runner's, so I figure I've done my part to be productive today. Trips to the Carmonas' house (to let Jackson out--this time, only #1 folks), the grocery store, back home to put away groceries and measure light in kitchen, Bed, Bath, & Beyond (for Natalie's room), and Home Depot (for the aforementioned fluorescent light), and then home again to put it all away (including installing the lightbulb) made me feel like I had earned my keep for another day.

Well, considering that I'm currently typing one-handed due to a rather large male feline on my lap, I'm off.

Justification

I'm nine months pregnant now, so I guess it's okay when I say that I intend to do a lot of things in one day, but then only do some of those things...right? That is to say, I've been somewhat productive in small bursts today, but have also sat on the couch watching DVR'd shows and "internetting" for several hours. I suppose that most people, upon having a watermelon tied to their abdomen (with no ability to remove it, of course), would be quite lazy, as well.  I even lack the motivation to shower or dress myself in anything other than the clothes in which I slept.

Okay, now that I've read that back, I feel the need to stop justifying my laziness and get some more crap done. Look out world: here I come.

Poop Patrol

Today, Judi requested that I go over to let Jackson, the Carmonas' adorable golden lab, out to pee.  I wanted to do one better than that, so I decided to take him

 for a walk. He's usually very good with me on the leash and we haven't had one of our buddy walks in a long while. It's a beautiful day, too. But while I still love my sweet "rental-dog", he sure did throw me for a loop today.

I let him out first to pee and/or poop and he just looked at me like, "So? Are we leaving?"  I supposed that he didn't have any 'business' to do, so I clipped on the leash and set out on our way.  As soon as we got all the way up the street (and I do mean UP in the literal sense of the word), he gave me that look.  You know the one.  There was no way to stop this act anymore than one could halt the waves in the ocean.  And let me tell you--it had to be at least three days' worth of 'business'.  

Oh Jackson.  

So this pregnant woman waddled her way back down to the Carmona homestead in search of plastic bags. There was NO way I'd leave that on a neighbor's lawn, no matter how far away they live.  We maneuvered our way back up to the house--by this time, I was panting and we'll say 'glowing'--so that I could pick it up. Amazingly the poop fairy hadn't come. Dang.  

To my credit, I didn't gag once, and luckily, there was a trash can nearby so that said 'business' didn't have to accompany us on our walk.  Perhaps this stint is just fate's way of getting me--the ultimate super prissy girly-girl--to acknowledge that I'll have to deal with so many more bodily fluids in the near future...

I hope he's happy.