Seriously people, I might as well have a long green nose, tall black hat and broom. This little munchkin inside of me has turned me into a full tilt be-otch this week. I can’t sleep, I can’t write, I can’t have fun and all I want to do is eat and cry. Oh the joys of pregnancy. I sit down to write a blog post and my mind is totally crowded, like a musty old attic full of antiques, with my to-do list. Unfortunately my “to -do’s” often include staring angrily into space as I contemplate the horrors of this universe. Really, I am lovely company right now…care to come for a visit?

The things I love, my family, exercise and So You Think You Can Dance, have received the brunt of my hormonal tirade this week and for that I am sorry. I promise to get better. In four months. And then another 6-8 weeks after that. Crap – let’s just face it – for the remainder of 2009 I will continue to be a pain in the ass.

I know I haven’t posted pictures or done anything really useful on the blog for a while.I sit down at night, stare at my laptop in disgust and proceed to fall asleep on the couch 15 minutes into whatever show I insist that we watch. I have been feeling terrible for not posting my Friday Beauty Reviews but right now I just feel like I hate everything so how could I honestly review any product? Even something simple as eyeliner is bound to make me cry right now because it doesn’t go on right or my eyes are crooked or I am too fat to put make-up on. I know, as I type it, I hear the ridiculousness of it.

Anyhow, my internal discord and internet malaise is surely fleeting and I will be back full tilt to writing soon. In the meantime, if you see a pregnant woman, tell her she looks lovely and not at all like her face is a balloon that might pop at any moment.

P.S. – I know MJ was a total wack-job but seriously, how great was his music? Don’t you remember memorizing the Thriller dance or moonwalking in your bathroom? How about the We Are the World video on MTV? Ah, the good old days.

Well folks, it appears we only know how to make them with boy parts around here. However, he sure is cute:

I am thrilled to be having another baby boy in my life. Yes, I was hoping for a girl but this little man is what I am meant to have. So I will hug him, and love him and call him George.

PS – not really, I won’t call him George. Unless he looks like a monkey.

PSS – Isaac kinda looked like a monkey and I called him Walter so, I’m not really sure that even if he looks like a monkey I will call him George.

PSS – I think until we have an official name for him we shall call him “Baby that is not George” OR “Boy that is not George” – BOO-YA! (see how I did that with the title? I am wicked smart!)

Okay this doesn’t count as a real post because it is just an update on my status: I am still alive.

Things got crazy, then really busy, then I got the flu and then I got a new job. So much to tell but I don’t have time on account of the lingering flu and the new job. Good news is I will be obligated to post tomorrow because…

We have the big ultrasound appointment tomorrow!!!! So, sometime tomorrow afternoon we can hopefully announce whether we will be having Jumanji or Darjeeling. Stay tuned!!!

Kevin out of town for work this whole week – let the whining commence.

Basically, I am a single parent for the week and I don’t even want to go into the amount of things outside of our normal routine that are going on this week, thus adding to my stress of having to do it all alone. Needless to say, posting will be light because I will be busy both bringing home the bacon and frying it up in the pan. Normally I am the queen of multitasking but this little thing growing inside me, that shall not be named Jumanji, has taken my brain and turned it into pea soup. You know those dreams where you are supposed to be at the prom but you can’t find your dress? Or you have a meeting and you can’t find your car to get there? That is my life. I swear the contents of my normally intelligent brain have been rendered useless. I went back into the house to get things I forgot FOUR TIMES this morning before I finally left. I left my office today at least 3 times not remembering why I even got out of my chair in the first place. So, the challenge of working, being the sole provider for 2 children, gestating a third child and the extra curricular junk we have going on this week all add up to ONE HOT PREGNANT MESS.

Bottom line: if you see me driving down the street with my car door open and my coffee mug about to fall of the roof of my car, just keep driving.

*Addendum to bottom line: However, if you see a 5 year old chasing after my car because I left the house without him, do me a solid and pick him up. Make sure to tell him Mommy loves him, she just isn’t herself right now, on account of the hormones.