Sunday, August 29, 2010

Blogging with one hand

I guess now's as good a time as any to start learning to blog with one hand.

Because in t-minus 35 days and counting, in the place of this little 8 pound bundle will be a human one.  Poor Pringles will probably have to resign himself to sitting next to me instead of laying right on top of me as he is doing now.

I think he senses something's up, so he's maximizing the snuggle time while he can. Ergo, I'm blogging one-handed for now.

Makes me much more succinct, wouldn't you say? :)

Sunday, August 22, 2010

34 Weeks and Counting

Well, it's been a busy couple of weeks at Casa de Steele.  Or more accurately, NOT at Casa de Steele -- we traveled to Atlanta last weekend to hang out with my family.  The women went for mani/pedi's and visited the Georgia Aquarium, while the men did a weekend retreat on Lake Lanier.  Although I forgot to bring my camera, Mom documented the events with hers, so I'll have to figure out how to download some of her pictures and post them.  Much fun was had by all and it was a cosmic event to have all of my family in the same room at the same time.  The family is getting bigger these days, and its getting harder to fit us all in the same room...

Speaking of things that are getting bigger, I sort of feel like I'm all-belly-all-the-time now.

It's funny the comments that people make.  I've gotten: "You're so tiny for 8 months!" and I've also gotten: "You're enormous, are you sure you aren't having twins??"

PS, aren't the hydrangeas looking nice these days?


You can tell that you're becoming somewhat of a spectacle when the neighbors stroll by and shout things to you.  A neighbor whose name I don't know walked by and yelled at us: "Hey!  What month picture??"  This was me waving back and saying: "8! Thanks!"


Also, Steven is mighty proud of all the yardwork he did this weekend, so he would also like you to note the perfectly manicured lawn that I am standing on.

We got a surprise in the mail this past week, too -- a early baby shower gift from my dear friend Julie, who lives in Seattle now!  Here's me holding up the card, and she wrapped it all so cute in paper and yellow ribbons!

Here's what was inside!  Yay for baby stuff!  Getting things like this makes it feel all that much more real that she's really going to be here, and I'm really going to be bathing her before too long.  Wow.  So surreal.

Luckily I just stocked up on some very cute thank you notes.  I love writing handwritten things to people -- I don't do it nearly enough.  One cute pink card, coming your way, Jewels!

In decorating news, I think we are nearly finished with Sophie's room.  We've got a rocking chair in there now, and it's mighty comfy.  I suppose we could still do wall hangings, and I have this unrealistic ambition of making quilt blocks and framing them.  The reason this is unrealistic is that I do not currently know how to quilt.  I have approximately 6 weeks to learn how.  Probably not going to happen.


So there you have it -- 34 weeks.  It still feels like October is centuries away, but I did cave and pack the hospital bag this weekend, so apparently some part of my brain is making preparations, even though I'm still in total denial about the whole hospital/labor/delivery thing.  I'm waiting for the stork to show up on my doorstep with a tiny pink bundle, which I will gracefully accept while wearing my pearls and full makeup.  Don't try to tell me otherwise.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010


In the beginning, it was sour jelly beans.  But only the Jelly Belly kind.  I probably went through a pound of them every couple of weeks.

In the middle, it was fruit.  Bananas, blueberries, raspberries, watermelon, you name it.  I could eat an entire carton of strawberries in one sitting.

Toward the end, we've delved into an entirely new realm.  And that realm is called Cupcakes.

It all started with the new show on TLC, DC Cupcakes, which I have come to love for multiple reasons:  One, they have delicious cupcakes -- I had a mint chocolate chip version at Tracy Swift's baby shower and it was divine.  Two, the girls that run the cupcake store (its actually called Georgetown Cupcake) seem fun, and one of them is named Sophie, a name I'm rather partial to.

So after a marathon of several episodes of DC Cupcakes, I wanted a cupcake.  Or more accurately, I needed a cupcake.  And I mentioned this deep-seated need to my dear sweet husband several times.  Several times an hour, that is.

What else was he to do, but save the day?

Steven sent me an email in the middle of the work day that cryptically said, "I am bringing home something for you.  I special ordered it."  I nearly ripped my hair out with curiosity.

The box was on the kitchen counter when I walked in the door.  I immediately knew what it was.


Steven especially enjoyed getting to tell me which flavors he picked out.  (The pink ones were called "Cherry Blossoms" and they had cherry preserves and a maraschino cherry in the middle of the cupcake!)

I won't tell you how many I ate (that night).  The answer is "more than one."

I think this one had toasted coconut on top and pineapple bits in it.

He did good.  Really, really good.

In unrelated news, I will probably be signing up with a personal trainer in October.  I will be paying for my cupcake extravagance eventually, I'm sure.

PS, this is what 31 weeks looks like:


50% baby, 50% cupcakes.