just a check in

still here.
still pregant.
still no name for jane doe.

rob is working late this week. yesterday he went to a friend's house and played cards for a few hours. the kids & i were invited along but i'm to the point where no clothing fits, i really don't want to be around anyone who can't handle being yelled at for no reason, and my pelvis really hurts. can't wait to see how 'happy' i am to see rob when he gets home at 8pm tonight, wed and thurs! ;)

favorite outfits these days:
cut off sweatpants and a maternity tshirt from old navy...however even those tshirts are starting to get tight in the tummy. and suddenly they're showing an inch or 2 of skin at the bottom hem. when did that happen? and i don't know if my back fat is increasing or my boobs are getting bigger or sinking or what but suddenly, these favorite tshirts of mine are fitting tight through the shoulders and boobs. throw in a pair of flipflops and you have sarah on any given day. don't forget the huge circles under my eyes (restless nights here & there) and my hair in a ponytail anytime i'm vertical.

favorite sayings:
'are you listening to me?'
'what did mommy say?'
'CADE!'
'CADE, stop it!'
'don't talk to me.'
'i'm not listening.'
'leave me alone.'
'god, it's hot in here.'
and of course, random yelling at the dog...i'm sure the neighbors are getting a kick out of watching the expanding belly and the ever-shortening fuse. i'm just a huge ball of fun these days.

favorite foods:

• chocolate milk
• chocolate ice cream
• drinkable yogurts (i haven't gagged on them yet, i always thought i would if i tried them)
• tortilla chips & bean dip with sour cream on top. (that would explain my gas pains, huh?)
• the little mini rubies hamburgers at ruby tuesday restaurants. those things are worth the heartburn.
• peaches, blueberries, cherries...probably all the fruit that is worthless in vitamins or fiber.
• raisin bran...for obvious reasons (blush).

i really hope i get happy again when the baby arrives. i'd hate to think this pre-partum crankiness could get any worse with post-partum depression. my family might move me out into the hut out in back.