The Adventures of Mrs.Movie Snob

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y.... NIGHT!! Image by knitbunny via Flickr I went to bed last night at 10 p.m. No, I wasn't feeling badly. I wasn't preparing to get up early. I was tired. The moment my head hit the pillow and settled into our ridiculously comfortable bed, I was out -- until 7 a.m. no less. (not counting my inevitable 3 a.m. potty break) Since becoming a big, fat preggo this is the rule, not the exception. It happened so gradually that I barely noticed. My hours of operation have completely changed. I'm not sure if I should thank or curse our recent slew of visitors for bringing this my attention. Frankly, their comments have been a little unsettling. Here are a few gems: "It's nice not to be on a schedule." (translation - "What are we doing?!") "You guys have a nice, quiet life." (translation "You're boring!") ...and my favorite... "You guys are making me old!"  (translation "You guys are making me...

1. Is time passing faster or is it just me? Seriously, we seem to have a sort of snowball thing happening. The further along I get, the faster it seems to go. I cannot believe I'm already 8 months preggo!! 2. Having a baby isn't that expensive! Hahaha!!! Well, for now anyway. Thanks to our AWESOME friends and family, this family-to-be is in great shape. Nursery? Check. Stroller? Check. Clothes? OMG. Check! Check! Check! She'll be the best dressed baby in town. (PS - We have no problem with this generosity continuing until her 18th birthday!) 3. There is really no sense in fearing the inevitable. I'm referring to labor, or course. It's coming and I've had to come to terms with that. No easy task. Don't misunderstand. I'm plenty nervous. But, I've embraced the fact that I don't really know what's coming. Ignorance is bliss. 4. I may miss being pregnant. Aside from the practical uses this belly has presented - arm rest and drink shelf - I...

I guess there are a few perks. In addition to prime parking, I get sweet smiles from old folks and fellow mothers-to-be and men falling over themselves to hold the door open for me. Who says chivalry is dead?