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?

...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...

Image by EssjayNZ via Flickr When I first found out that I was pregnant, a friend of mine told me "Everyone will have advice. Take some. Leave some." Boy, did he hit that nail on the head. It seems there are a lot of opinions on everything from my birth plan to diapering, breast feeding vs. bottle feeding, bedding, schooling - you name it. (From parents and non-parents alike.) I know they mean well, of course, and I appreciate the concern. I really do. After all, this is our first child. But, I'm also hormonal and stubborn. So is Matt. (Well not hormonal - although I could swear he has PMS sometimes.) Some things we're excited to figure out for ourselves. And anyone who knows us well, knows that we can't be told to do anything. (A trait I hope little Isabel DOESN'T inherit - but I know she will. Ugh.) There is one group that is particularly starting to annoy me. I affectionately call them the Just Waits . As in, "Just wait until she REALLY starts ki...

Everyday our alarm clock goes off at 7:30 am. I start my day, have a shower and then, apparently, a tiny alarm (that I can't hear) goes off in my belly around noon. My daughter is awake. It's like clockwork -- everyday for about the last two weeks. My doctor told me that she was going to be super active around six months. (Can you believe I'm 6 months pregnant!! Aghh!!) My tiny girl weighs around a pound and a half, so she still has plenty of wiggle room. And right now, her little arms and legs don't hurt when they jab. I know this will change in a few months. So, for now, I'm just enjoying it. I can't help but smile when I feel it. There's a real person in there!!

22 weeks in and this little girl is growing like crazy! I've nicknamed her "the dancer" because it always feels like she's gettin' down. She put on quite the show at the ultrasound session. It was pretty amazing. Matt's paternal instinct immediately kicked in -- "I get to be mean to boys!" Love it. Now to give her a name....