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...

...and less than 95 days until little Isabel is free. (I just totally blew my own mind.) I am feeling her more than ever. So much so, that I asked my Doc, "Is there such a thing as being too active?" Thankfully, the answer is no. She's got the room (for now) and she's my daughter - so it's inevitable that she's a dancing machine. Friday's appointment went very well. I've gained 4 lbs. over a month, which is healthy....and pretty amazing considering how much I feel like I'm eating. I was told my bump is normal-sized for 27 weeks and Izzy's heart rate was a strong 146. Yes, I am happy to report that "Mommy" and baby are doing great. "Daddy" is even starting to get in on the action, talking to her and rubbing my belly. He's only really felt her a couple of times but that will definitely change as she gets bigger and stronger. I know she can hear him though - especially when he's playing video games and yelling at t...