Who do you think you are?

This photo is totally unrelated to anything in this post... it just makes me smile.

Last week as I sat and wrote the blog, I watched a show called "Who Do You Think You are?" It follows a different celebrity each episode as they explore the history of their family.  I have only seen this one episode, with Sarah Jessica Parker, so perhaps I should not pass judgment so quickly.  But I had such a hard time with how it seemed to sensationalize a celebrity.  Then, I thought, my blog is just like this show! It seems so self-indulgent.  Sure, I'm just posting a note to relay the events of the week and chronicle the expanding mass of my belly -- but reading back through some of my posts I thought, "OMG, I am totally SJP!"  (Note for the non-tech-speak savvy: OMG= Oh my goodness, SJP= Sarah Jessica Parker). I started to feel that the whole blog thing is a little self indulgent and that I am like sarah jessica parker, smiling and wowing at myself and my amazing life and my amazing family and the amazing way my amazing family was wrongly accused of being a witch -- isn't it amazing that she wasn't an accuser, but actually an accused? Just maybe I am over thinking this a bit, but it's just how it goes in my brain.  All that to say, I will not discontinue this weekly brag letter, because I actually quite like it, and I have never been one to like writing. And who knows, maybe along the way I may find a witch (accused) in my family tree.

OK, so that was a tangent. Here we go...


We are making way for baby! It's been all about nesting and purging, nesting and purging, this week.  Well, not exactly purging, but setting things aside for the big garage sale on April 30 & May 1.  If you are in the area, stop in and buy something really great! Or something not-so-great because you don't want to see me end up with all this junk in my garage.

On Tuesday I spent the day putting the room we painted last weekend back together.  I am still not sure how the whole guest/massage room will work. For now the table is folded and leaning against the wall. It does not take long to set in place.  For some reason (hormones), this hit me like a ton of bricks -- I was really sad!  I have loved my little massage room in the back, where baby will soon call home. It is just the perfect size and nicely appointed with dark shades and good lighting.  I loved that we could be sitting watching bad television and I would say to James, "Want a massage?", and before I'd know it, he'd be on the table with the music playing.   He doesn't get enough massage these days - and these are the days he could really use it!

We're ready for guests again!

This weekend brought more work clearing the basement of garage sale items and moving things toward  the garage. Baby's room is getting, um... closer?  We don't have a crib yet, but we are making space, while still trying to decide on paint colors, patterns, etc. We acquired a very nice dresser handed down to us from my mom, which will be just perfect with some new drawer pulls and a coat or two of white paint.  

Baby's room - in progress

I have been trying to keep up with "exercising" (aka walking).  OK, so no offense to the walkers out there -- but I am an athlete and working out or exercising has always involved sporting equipment, sweat and/or running long distances.  So now that I consider walking my sport, I sometimes need to use the quotations just to remind myself that I am an old athlete/work-out-snob. Anywho... I have really been enjoying my walks and I understand why people do it.  You can actually enjoy your surroundings and listen to the music that is playing in your ears.  So this past week, while I was out on one of my walks, I was listening to Bruce (Springsteen, is there any other?).  I already knew that I might be dealing with an extra dose of hormones, but it was confirmed when "Born in the USA" came on and I started to cry... because -- you know -- our baby will, in fact, be born in the USA.  Come on, really? Yes, really. I was walking down the street crying, then laughing at myself, then crying, wiping tears, laughing and crying again, all the while Bruce was whaling, "BORN IN THE USA..."  She will indeed be born right here in the US of A and for some reason I found that VERY moving. I wish someone had been there to take a picture of me, it was just the most ridiculous thing.

OK, so here is the picture this week -- I know.  Pathetic, right?  We didn't get a good one, even though it was really lovely and sunny this weekend.  So, here is a self portrait of my belly and my chubby legs.  Awesome.   Check back later this week for a real photo.  

The great white belly