Some P4

1. I'm sick. I've decided that people who aren't pregnant take cold meds for granted. I would love to be able to take Nyquil right now and call it a day. However, I'd also love to give birth to a baby who doesn't have an extra half an arm and only one eye. I guess somethings are worth the sacrifice.
2. Is anything sweeter than a sleeping baby? I give you, Exhibit A:

 Exhibit B: Look at those cheeks! Just want to munch them!

 Exhibit C: GAAAA! I just love her!

3. So let's talk about how much I struggle. Seriously--things that are so easy for normal people are just outside my grasp. I may have been dropped on my head when I was a baby. It's the only rational explanation for how much harder things are for me than they are for the everyday friend. Example: I spend a lot of money on groceries. A LOT. Way more than we've budgeting, way more than we should. I think this has something to do with my shopping problem but what do I know? So Scott suggests that instead of making a MONTHLY menu and doing one huge shop+my 2 or 3 weekly ones for basics that we run out of, I check the ads and make a weekly menu based on what's on sale. I agree that this is a great idea. Until I have to do it. My first grocery shopping experience is ridiculous. Chicken and hamburger are on sale. And I mean cheap--so I buy a month's worth because they're not going to get any cheaper. Spaghetti sauce is on sale. We can't have spaghetti this week--we had it just a couple of weeks ago. But what if it's not on sale later? What then? So I buy 2. Oh, what's that? Case lot sale? Well, I need a case of peanut butter and apple juice and...you get the picture. I spent as much, if not more, than I would for a normal month-long shop! And when it came time to make my menu, I felt a little paralyzed by my lack of choices for the week so I only planned a few days' worth of meals and then...well, we got by.  So then I go back yesterday but Scott came with me. I toodle around the store with the ad and am tossing stuff in the cart that's on sale. We check out and Scott asks if we seriously just spent $40 on ice cream, frozen burritos, yogurt and tortillas? How are we going to live for a week on these things? I said, "I don't know! You told me to "shop the ads" and this was what is on sale!" He just laughed and declared, "Abandon ship! Abort mission!" He told me to just go back to what we've done. This is what I've done for nearly 9 years. As it turns out, it's a lot harder than you'd think to switch systems just like that! And so help me I am NOT hauling 2 kids and my pregnant arse to 12 different grocery stores to save .30 on eggs. No thank you! This is me sighing deeply. This is Scott shaking his head and wondering who he killed in a previous life to get stuck with a wife like this. I don't know who to feel worse for.
4. Speaking of my pregnant arse--I am now 24 weeks pregnant. Nearly the 3rd trimester (a.k.a. "the homestretch") and feel tremendous respect for the mothers of multiple children. I swear each pregnancy gets harder and harder. Even this far along, I still weigh less than I did 6 months ago but I feel whale-ish. Putting on shoes and socks just pushes the boundaries of my capabilities. Afterwards, I'm gasping for air like I just finished the IronMan. I'm not even close to finished with this adventure!! I'm the crazy girl who loves being pregnant but holy crap this is hard. And I've discovered at this point that maternity clothes have become necessary. I was walking through the grocery store last night with my belly sticking out from under my shirt like those friends you see on COPS. Just say no.
5. So I've been sewing. Before you get all excited, let me reassure you that it's nothing fancy. I'm tired. And a horrible seamstress. And while I SWORE I wouldn't make another Easter dress for Elisabeth, I just couldn't resist making these cute "pillowcase dresses." I made one and it was so easy I decided to make 3 more. I spent under $15 for fabric for all 4 dresses. I'm so proud of myself. Here they are:
This is the Easter dress:

 The three bonus dresses:

How cute are these? And they'll be adorable as shirts later on. Pat pat! (That's me patting myself on the back)
6. While I'm sharing pictures, let me just show you how sad my dog's life is:

Don't you just feel so bad for her? Poor sad neglected Ginger. Good grief. (Actually Jack has been with his Nana for the week so she IS feeling a scosh lonely)
7. I'm stopping at 7. I feel like I've been hit by a bus and I'm going to try to go back to sleep. Wish me luck.