Please keep your opinions on my belly size to yourself, jerkface.

I am tall (5'10") and, until about six months ago, thin. I feel like my belly is quite large and continues to grow larger with each passing day (and Cook-Out milkshake). Apparently the rest of the world does not.

I am so over the constant "I can't believe you are so far along!" and "But you're so small!" A while ago I read a post (I wish I remembered where) on how a pregnant woman's belly will never be the right size, people will constantly tell a pregnant woman that her belly is either too big or too small, or both. SO TRUE.

People, please keep your opinions on my belly size to yourself. I actually find it sort of offensive when people tell me that my belly is small. I realize that many of them intend it to be a compliment since our culture is so fucked up and obsessed with weight that people think that telling a PREGNANT woman that her belly is small is a good thing

What these people don't know, is that we have a marginal cord insertion, which means that the umbilical cord is attached to the side of the placenta instead of the center, which in some cases can lead to undernourishment. We've been monitoring her growth and I am happy to report that as of last week, she is roughly four pounds which is perfectly average for 32 weeks! But my baby being too small is still a sensitive subject for me.

So please, tell a pregnant woman that she is beautiful, she is glowing, or even that her tits look fantastic, but keep your opinions on her belly size to yourself. She gives zero shits about your arbitrary opinion on the size of her baby belly, I promise.

Fun fact: your belly size (from the pubic bone to the top of the uterus when lying down)  should roughly equal the number of weeks that you are pregnant. For example, the fact that I am 32 weeks pregnant and my belly measures 32 centimeters means that I am actually textbook average. Booyah!

I love my perfectly average baby belly. Suck it haters.

We are moved in! ...kinda

Well, we are living in the new house...sort of. Our bedroom is the only room that is fully functional at the moment. We've been staying here since Saturday, camping out in the bedroom when we aren't getting stuff done.

Allow me to give you the grand tour (let's call these the "before" pictures)....

Living room:

Dining room:

Study:

Kitchen:

Looking spiffy, eh? NOT.

We had family and friends help us move in and paint on Sunday. I've been attempting to finish up some of the painting since then, but I have chronic tendonitis in my right arm and shoulder that has been exacerbated by the pregnancy soooooo... I am a delicate creature at the moment. It sucks donkey dick. I am going insane being here all day with so much that needs to be done but not much I can do on my own. I can't do much painting at a time, I can't carry boxes up from the basement, and my husband has been working late (not by choice) every day this week. It's an issue. Luckily he will be home all weekend and we are going to try to get as much done as possible! I NEED ROOMS. Even if we just get the living room put together, I will feel so fancy being able to sit on my own couch again!

We are having an island built for the kitchen and new granite counter tops have been selected. I can't wait to see my new kitchen come together!

Let's talk about choosing paint colors.

IT'S SO HARD! At our previous house, I tried to push myself out of my blue/green comfort zone and chose a yellow for our foyer... which we both hated. So this time around I'm just going with my gut and choosing colors that speak to me... which are teal/turquoise blues with a bit of green.

In other news, I retrieved our kitties from my parents' house on Wednesday! I have missed them so much and it makes me indescribably happy to wake up in the morning to find them both purring furiously next to us on the bed.

These two are champions. I have had them since 2008 when they were babies and have lost count of how many times they have moved with me. They did some serious exploring Wednesday evening, but by the next morning they were back to devoting as much time as possible to their napping. Lazy bitches.

And that's all for now folks, hopefully I will have some real rooms to show sometime next week. For the sake of my sanity, let's hope I do.

In one week I will no longer be living with my in-laws! YESSS!!!

Guessssssssssss what you chicken butts?!?!? We close on our new house TOMORROW! Super pumped about this. We are moving all of our furniture on Sunday and plan to start living in it Sunday night.

Here are some of the reasons I am extra excited to not be living in my in-laws' basement any longer:

Pantsless/braless midnight snacks. At the moment, if/when I am hungry in the middle of the night, I have to get completely dressed to go upstairs to the kitchen. His parents stay up super late and it is never safe to assume that I will not encounter them, no matter the hour. I cannot wait to be able to wander down to the kitchen sans pants and bra for snacks no matter what time of the day it is. Hell, I plan to spend an entire day without pants or a bra on just because I can!

No more awkward chitchat. His parents are very sweet and I do really like them... BUT sometimes I want to be able to walk through the house without having to stop for a five minute conversation every time I run into one of them. He is retired and she works from home, so at least one of them is ALWAYS at the house.

Doin' it without constantly listening for my in-laws. His mom's office space (she works part-time from home) is directly outside our bedroom door, so there is always the danger that she will wander down to her office late-night because she just remembered such and such that she needs to take care of asap. Nothing like the sound of your mother-in-law's footsteps to kill the mood IMMEDIATELY.

Guilt-free sleeping in. I just want to be able to sleep as late as I want, ok!?! I am naturally a night owl and found that after I stopped working, I quickly reverted back to my late nights/late mornings schedule. Add the fact that my insomnia has returned full force the past several weeks (and I'm steering clear of my sleeping pills while I'm pregnant and breastfeeding), and some days I just want to sleep until lunchtime. I. Can't. Wait! As I get into my third trimester I am finding that I need more and more sleep, and I can't wait to do it in our own bed in a quite house while spooning my cats. Speaking of...

Our creatures. Our kitties and puppy have spent the majority of the past two months at my parents' farm and I am so excited to see their adorable faces on a daily basis again!


Lee was out of town the past week for work, so I spent it at the farm with my parents. I was able to spend lots of time chillaxing with my parents, and even got to visit my 90 year old grandfather who is over the moon excited about his impending great-grandfatherhood.

Last weekend was the best little music festival around aka Shakori Hills. I got to spend Saturday enjoying it with my family and Sunday with some good friends. I hadn't been able to go since we moved to Nashville, so it was great to be back. I just had to document Baby Girl's first Shakori:

We will be 31 weeks tomorrow. Eek! I can't believe that I am so far along. When did this happen?!?