There is this cute little game we've played with Gracie since she was a baby. It's called "eat the baby" She'll stick her foot or her hand in my face and I'll pretend to chew on it. Sometimes I snack on her belly. Sometimes I eat her brains. It all makes her shriek with laughter. I usually say "Mmmm... I eat babies" in a monster like voice. Lately Grace has been saying it. It's kinda cute to see a toddler walking around like a zombie saying "I eat babies" in a scary voice. -So now that I'm pregnant, I've been trying to explain the whole thing to her. "Mommy has a baby in her tummy." So now... she pretends to eat my belly, saying "I eat the baby".

I predict, that sometime, somewhere, this is going to bite me in the ass. Someone is going to hear her say "I eat babies" and they aren't going to see the humor in it. -Oh well, if they don't like it then Grace and I will just have to eat their brains. GRRRRR!

Ok, so I've been really, really moody lately. I've also been throwing up pretty much every day. Getting the hint yet?

My husband and I are expecting a new little riotgeek. The baby is due Dec. 13th. I think it would be awesome if he or she were born on my Great-Grandmother's 99th birthday, which will be on the 12th.

We started trying in January and I really was shocked that it happened so fast. I was preparing myself to wait for a long time.

I had a sonogram last week, so we have a picture of our little peanut, which is pretty much what the kid look like right now.

I'm very excited, and have been just dying to tell everyone. I just wanted to wait until I'd cleared the first trimester, which is pretty much where we're at now.

I drove all over town today looking for a place that sells moving boxes. First, I went to a U-haul store that doubles as a muffler and brake shop. I stood there while the clerk tried to explain to this old guy how a trailer hitch works. 20 minutes of one goober speaking gooberese to another goober and getting blank stares in response. The part that made me walk out yelling "I hate stupid people", was another goober, complete with goober coveralls standing there staring at my tits. Did he ask if I needed any help? No. Did he even try to pretend he wasn't staring at my boobs? No. It was more than I could take. No one. I mean NO ONE, has the right to stare at my boobies without at least making sure I'm taken care of. I mean come on! I would have bought $50 worth of boxes, and let him stare at my boobs all at the same time, if he'd just asked if I needed any help.

So, I tried Home Depot next. No boxes.

I finally found some at my neighborhood Ace Hardware. Why didn't I just go there first?

I haven't posted in a while. I've been busy and just generally have a lot going on in my life right now. Some of the stuff, I'll tell you about. The rest of it, is just none of your beeswax right now, so just shush up and mind your own. ;)

We had a great anniversary. We went to dinner and saw a movie. That was all I really waned to do and believe me, it was a rare treat. Seldom do we have a babysitter, so a night out with my sweetie is just heaven. We saw Hot Fuzz and I giggled through the whole thing.

We've been looking for houses. It's time to upgrade. We don't have any room to put anything. I have kitchen gadgets, cookie sheets, crock pots... all kinds of crap that doesn't fit in my kitchen. The thing is, I actually use most of this stuff. I'm always fighting with the space we have to fit just one more pan... maybe even the lid... into this tiny cabinet... and to get the door closed before it all falls out!! It drives me crazy. The dogs need a yard and so does Grace. We have our eye on one house in particular. I'm afraid to talk about it too much. Don't want to jinx it.

My adorable husband is out of town for a business conference in Orlando. Grace and I took him to the airport today. I was sad, but apparently not as sad as Grace. She freaked out. When her daddy said good bye and went to check his bags, she started crying hysterically. It was awful. It made me cry too. So I did what any loving mother would do. I stopped at Taco Bueno for lunch on the way home. They have one on Barry Road now, just off of I-29 across from Zona Rosa. That seemed to cheer us both up for few minutes. Later, after we'd both had a siesta, we went shopping for vacuum cleaners. I bought a new little cannister vac for the stairs, hard floors, furniture, etc. The new purchase made me feel better for about half an hour. Then I had to vacuum the kitchen just to make myself feel better. Now... I just feel hollow. -I'm laughing at myself, but seriously... I'm used to that guy being around. It just feels weird with him not being here, like this isn't my home anymore. I feel like a guest. -Like a guest who runs the vacuum.