"Now Thatchu Got It, Whatchu Goonna Do About It...?"

Little Debbies.
Ever eaten them frozen?
Had a frozen Swill Roll today...

...never going back.

...and YES.
I am STILL pregnant.
I was at 3cm and 80% A WEEK AGO.
I want my baby.
I want to be wake up during the night because a little baby is hungry, NOT because I rolled onto my back and can't breathe, because I have restless legs that are cramping up, or because I need to pee again (for the 100th time).

I want to count tiny fingers and toes, kiss a soft baby head, and squish a tiny baby booty.
I want to introduce my daughters to the brother that they have been waiting WAY too long for.
I just want him.

I have an appointment tomorrow. I REALLY hope to just be sent to the hospital from there....but at this point I have my doubts.

If you love me at all, you will not call and ask any of the following questions:
"Hey are you still pregnant?"
"Feeling anything?"
"When's that BABY due?"

...it just isn't nice.

You will especially not call and wake me up with one of these questions when I'm taking a nap. If you DO, I promise I'll ignore you like a "Lil' Green Patch", "Sorority Life", or "Which Twilight Character Are You?" Facebook Application.

Thanks to Little Debbie for making the afternoon hours tick by a little more quickly today.
We enjoyed them.

Get Your PINK On...

Ok, so it's no BLUE HAIR...but still photo worthy.

Saturday morning at Walmart we have...
PINK Hair! (click photo to zoom)
If only I'd been brave enough to take a photo with the front...including her fake baked tan. She was PINK all over.

Later, she got in the checkout line behind us, tugged at Quincy's pink pants and said to her, (in her THICK deep south/been smokin' for 20 years accent),

"Ooooh GIRL! You gots mah PINK on today!"

I noticed she also had a PINK shirt and PINK shoes and couldn't help but ask

"So, Um...did you, er...Race for the Cure this morning, or do you just... like, really REALLY love PINK?"

Her response was given with a tone of near disgust...you know, as if it isn't TOTALLY NORMAL to have HOT PINK hair when you are over 60, and not get a few looks.

"HONEY. I had mah hair this cullah fah the past TEN YEAHS. I LOVE me some PINK. Mah clothes are PINK, mah hair is PINK, my purse (did not sound like "purse" in her south georgian dialect, but I couldn't type what it SOUNDED like she said and keep the blog PG) is PINK, mah nails are PINK, and mah car is even PINK. You can't evah have too much PINK fah me. I just LO-OVE PINK."

ok, interesting lady. Cool. She likes PINK. Nice Lady.

But WHAT DO I SAY TO ALL THAT? Thank you for giving me another post for my "freak o da week segment?

"um...oh. Congratulations. My Sister, really likes pink too." (yeah, so much that I took a picture of your freak-o hair 10 minutes ago and am going to text it to her later, so we can all have a good laugh)

Hollee Ann, I thought you'd particularly enjoy. Kinda gives a whole new meaning to "Never too PINK"! As your sister, I promise to never let you do this to yourself, and I'm glad you love PINK in a normal, healthy, way.

"We Are FA-MI-LY! I Got All My Sistah's Wit Me..."

Dear Sisters,

Come visit me.
That's all. Just come.

"He Said That Livin' With Me Is Bringin' Him Dooooown, Yeah"

I thought that considering my ridiculous mood swings and excessive uncontrollable crying lately made the Ticket to Ride lyrics all the more fitting.

He got a new toy.

"I Just Want To-o Hoooooold You I-In My Arms..."

I love them.

Aaron took these pictures of the girls before church on Sunday.

I am so excited that Reese is finally interested in having her hair done in ponies and headbands. She doesn't have the patience to sit for too long, so the French Braids turned into pigtail braids, but hey...baby steps, right?! She also ended up putting on a hot pink headband from cousin Jordan that matched perfectly...which is impressive since some of the outfits she comes up with are a little scary.
I was thrilled that Quincy kept her hat on most of the day. My mom made it and I think it is SO cute.

No-no....no photos posted of MY cute Mother's Day Sunday outfit. I DID score a really cute green skirt from Ann Taylor Loft for $19. It was one of those liar skirts where you purchase it ONLY because you haven't worn that size since like high school and it makes you feel good about yourself just to have that digit in your closet again. I'm hoping it will be cuter when I'm not pregnant and the elastic waist isn't being stretched to maximum capacity. But still...SO SAD. I actually had to break down and wear rubber flip flops to church because my feet were too swollen to fit into any other shoes. Broke my own rule. The result was not pretty. WHO cares though? Who was looking at me with these little cuties on my lap?
It's a good thing he took pictures before church, by the time we got home there was a nice goldfish/chocolate/gumdrop slime smeared everywhere, and one of the pigtails had come out.

"Breakdown! Go Ahead and Give It To Me...Breakdown Toni-i-ight..."

See Meg wear flip flops.
See Meg wear her flip flops to Target.
See Meg TOTALLY SLIP in her flip flops on mystery white liquid near the checkout aisle at Target.
See Target employee FREAK OUT and try to help and make restitution.
See Meg leave angry not for reasons that she SHOULD be angry.

Yeah. So flip flops and wet linoleum do NOT mix, and I skidded right through a spilled ICEE that had dripped all the way from the machine, past the registers and down the main aisle toward the grocery dept. Luckily I was pushing Quincy in a shopping cart so I was able to catch myself on the cart before I ended up flat on my back, but I slid just enough to tweak me into a funky squat (of COURSE i was wearing a SKIRT).
AND OF COURSE it scared me and hurt enough that I TOTALLY peed my pants a little.

You know, like the "9-months-pregnant cross-your-legs-when-you-cough" kind of pee. But I was wearing a skirt, and it was just enough that I looked down, saw the pina colada ICEE all over the floor, felt the pain of a contaction, the awkwardness of my almost-fall position, and the scant urine escape my body and thought,

YES!
MY WATER BROKE!
HALLE-freaking-LUJAH!!!

But noooooo. No such luck.
INSTEAD, I got the sales associate frantically helping me up with one hand, and angrily hollering into the intercom radio with the other,
"I'm SO SORRY. ARE YOU OK?! HEY!!! WE HAVE A SPIL on the floor on the main aisle and A PREG-NANT LADY just slipped in it!!! I repeat. SOMEONE needs to get down here NOW and clean up this mess that the PREGNANT LADY slipped in! She's SO PREGNANT and could have been hurt. THE MAIN AISLE has a spill that needs cleaning up. I'm here at with the PREGNANT LADY who slipped in it..."

he just went ON AND ON AND ON. I think he shouted PREGnant LADY (Lady? really? Better than Ma'm I guess...but I feel old) a gazillion times.

I wanted to curl up and die.

Everyone was staring at me, or asking me if I was ok. I was embarrassed, but more than anything I was really just mad at the stupid ICEE for just being an ICEE and was pissed off that my water indeed had NOT broken.

Apparently my bladder control, pride, and ability to watch where I'm walking broke a long time ago.

Who Just Got Promoted?

This Guy.

Aaron, all I can say is YOU EARNED IT. I don't know anyone who works as hard and is as dedicated as you. You deserve this. We are so proud of you. Congratulations. I'm sure you will do great things in your new position!