Saturday, May 30, 2009

Sad, but true.

Today around noon I was upstairs in Baby Harris's room, working to finish painting the trim white. As I've lamented before (either on blog or in person), my ENTIRE HOUSE is painted this sick cream color. The ceilings, the walls, the trim, the doors... can you say vom? I'm determined that my firstborn will not be brought up to think that all walls, ceilings, etc are supposed to be that color, so I've taken matters into my own hands (read: broken the rules in my lease) and have unleashed my innner painter on the baby's room (btw, we've decided to name him Dylan... did you all know that already?).

The ceiling is now white, the walls are an adorable blue, and the trim is 90% white. Once I get off my butt and finish the job it'll be 100% white, I promise.

There is a point to this post, and describing the baby's room is not it. I'll have to save that for another day.

Picture me in the baby's room, painting the trim, when I hear Ben come through the front door. The crazy man had a 6:45 am tee time and was just getting home. He calls me by a certain pet name that I detest and asks me to come downstairs.

I bound downstairs and see that he has brought home Wendy's for his lunch and has brought me my very own Frosty. Seriously, my eyes about welled up with tears.

How thoughtful is he to bring me one of my favorite treats without me asking him? I started jumping up and down and thanked him profusely.

All he said in response was, "Well, I know that the way to your heart is through your stomach."

So sad, so true.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

A few thoughts.

-My mom just left after 6 days of hanging out. It was a crazy, busy weekend full of nursery planning, painting, shopping, registering, etc. We had a great time, but it was amazing how quickly the time passed. Come back soon mom!

- Sorry about the lack of pictures for the past month. We got a new computer and haven't loaded our picture program on the new computer. I do have a bunch of pictures that I want to post!

- The baby bump is in full swing. Seriously, about a week before the awful 8 pound gain Dr. appointment, I "popped." I definitely look pregnant, and I probably look like I'm more than 21 weeks.

-Anyone else watching The Bachelorette? Can you believe the foot fetish guy? I agree with No Sex and the City, he's definitely got the gay vibe going on. And Jillian seemed to realize that he had a freaky obsession and still gave him a rose. What?!? Also, I'm loving the pilot guy and Kiptyn. Hopefully Jillian will keep them around and get rid of Foot Fetish.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Fun is coming.

As I type, my mom is on her way from Indiana to Utah! Hooray!
I always have the best time with my mom, whether we're just hanging out at my house or we're out and about doing activities. She will be here for 6 days, so we should squeeze in loads of quality time.
We have a definite agenda for the week- Operation Baby Harris Nursery. This includes painting, picking out furniture, and conquering the task of finding fabulous bedding.
Ben should be excited too, because he knows that whenever my mom is in town, we are always busy with something or another. This means lots of golf for him.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Just breathe.

Went to the doctor today for my 5 month check up.
Got weighed.
Saw a number I have never seen in my life.
Heaven help me, cause I about had a panic attack. Who gains 8 pounds in one month? Who?

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Breakfast food means a lot to me.

There are a few simple rules concerning breakfast food that must be followed in the Harris home.

1. Husband cannot use the last of the milk unless he has already purchased a replacement gallon.
2. Husband cannot use the last of the cereal unless he has already purchased a replacement box.

Violator of rules will be shot.

Looks like poor Benjamin is getting shot tonight.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Some help please.

Now that we know that Baby Harris is in fact a boy, the next hurdle is figuring out how to do his nursery. It has to be cute, obviously. I've been laboring over finding a suitable bedding set, which has been very, very difficult. Why?

I am anti-airplanes, trains, bugs, farm animals, Disney characters, etc. when it comes to bedding. Unfortunately, 98% of everything I see is immediately eliminated due to my list of "anti"s.
The only animals that I wouldn't hate seeing in Baby Harris's room are elephants or zebras. Not both of them together. Yes, I realize that I am beyond picky.

Here are a few nursery sets that I don't hate. Please let me know what you think. And no, I am not crafty enough to sew the nursery set myself.

This one is from Pottery Barn kids. Note the zebras. Ben says, "Zebras have a weird vibe" but I don't know what he's talking about.

I love this one, but apparently my baby will die of SIDS or someting if I pick this one, or at least that's how I felt after talking to my mom.

Love this, very cute, but pretty pricey.

A little too animal-y for me, but cute. I would only buy the crib skirt, bumper, and possibly mobile. Too many elephants for me!

Anyway, I need some opinions. What do you like/not like?

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

It's official.

None of my pants fit. Not even my fat jeans.

Thank goodness for my Bella Band- it lets me wear my pants unbuttoned and unzipped without my pants falling down or without giving innocent bystanders an eyeful.

I am greatly resisting maternity clothes at this point, although I know that I'll have to give in eventually. I'm just not ready yet! Maybe that means that I need to buy more maternity clothes? I vote yes.

Another thing that I'm not ready for? Stretch marks. I've been religiously applying cocoa butter to my stomach, sides, and hips twice each day in efforts to avoid looking like I have claw marks across my midsection. Ben thinks that it's really funny and likes to poke fun at my efforts.

Not saying that Ben has stopped being wonderful about all things baby Harris. He can't wait until he can feel him kick (btw, I've started to feel the "flutters." So weird!). In the meantime, Ben bought me the most fabulous Mother's Day gift- a Coach diaper bag. I'm in love with it- I want to carry it around as a purse right now, it's that beautiful. My husband knows my tastes.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Just a word of warning.

Do not get an Arby's roast burger. They are not pleasant.

Mind you, I did not intentionally order a roast burger.

Here's the story. Brace yourselves. Last night, Ben and I drove through Arby's for a 10pm dinner and I ordered my standard #1. Roast beef sandwich, curly fry, DDP. Ben ordered something else... something nasty with Swiss cheese. ANYWAY. I get home, open the bag, and realize that I did not get my regular roast beef sandwich, I got the dreaded roast burger. Complete with bacon, cheese, lettuce, tomato.... basically, everything I wouldn't want on my reg rb.

I was livid. I got the phone book out and was ready to let the Arby's people know what I thought of their drive thru oder accuracy. Ben then reminded me that the most I would get from Arby's is an offer to get my regular rb if I come back. True, true. It was like 10pm, I wasn't going to leave my house again to go to Arby's again. Sigh.

I then decided to suck it up, scrape off the extra toppings and eat my plain roast burger complete with weird bun. It was not satisfying or pleasant.

Bottom line, don't mess up the pregnant lady's food order. Bad things will happen and an angry blog will be posted.