Don't hold your breath

Alright, so I have a baby Burrow update. I don't know if I am a total moron or if my doctor's office just left me out of the loop somehow, but my due date is no longer Friday, May 1st. I went to the doctor today and I saw a midwife who said something about my due date being a week from Friday. I told her that I was told in the beginning that the due date would be May 7th, but then later on I was told they changed it to May 1st. She went to look in the computer and she saw both dates in different places. Apparently, after my 20 week ultrasound they decided that I was a week ahead of the May 7th due date and told me that the due date had changed then. Somewhere along the way that changed again since I began measuring on time for May 7th or something like that. They just didn't tell me that. Basically I felt like she was talking in circles because she could tell I was getting frustrated. At the end it comes down to my true due date is May 7th, not May 1st. Truly, one week really is no big deal. However, I stopped working thinking I was due this week. In the grand scheme of things that's not a big deal either, but it is incredibly frustrating. SO, if you are still reading my blog even though I have slacked off a lot, just know that this baby could come anytime between now and May 14th for all I know. Sorry for the confusing rant!

I Love Jesus But I Drink A Little

No, baby Burrow hasn't gotten here yet. I promised my friend Katie that she wouldn't find out about the birth of my child on my blog. I have created a text group on my phone so that I can send a text to everyone I have phone numbers for when baby is on the way. I'm not sure how other people who are having a baby tell the world it's coming, but that's the best solution I came up with. Seth said that he is going to take my phone and send a text that tells the girl name we finally decided on (when we decide on it...probably after the baby is born) and the girl name he sends will be something off the wall. So if you get a text that says baby Gertrude has arrived, wait for a follow up. If you think the name is off the wall and that's really the name we chose and there is no follow up text, don't tell me.

At any rate, I am at home patiently waiting for the big day. The nursery is very close to being ready, but I want to send before and after pictures once it truly is done. This means once we know if baby Burrow is a boy or a girl. I have to add some gender specific stuff right?

Unfortunately, Seth's busy season has taken over and things are very stressful for him right now. This time of year to have a baby works out perfectly for me and horribly for him. So say a little prayer that his guys stay on top of things!

Anyway, the video explains the title of this blog...I have been watching it over and over again and laughing like crazy this morning. I may just be slow and you all have already seen and know about the Ellen and Gladys phone calls. If not, THIS IS A MUST SEE. The you tube video is kind of long so if you don't want to watch the whole conversation just slide on over until you get to about 3 minutes and 55 seconds. Ellen's reaction probably makes it way funnier than it is, but I seriously can't get enough. I figured if it could bring out insane belly laughs in someone who is about to pop and very uncomfortable it was worth sharing.

Done and done

I am officially ready to not be pregnant anymore. I mean, of course I don't want the baby to come before IT is totally ready. BUT, for the record, I am done. On the other hand, I have realized that people in general are WAY nicer to you when you are pregnant. This may only be the case when you are at the super huge level of pregnancy that I am at where you are walking like someone kicked you in the crotch, your huge maternity clothes are too tight, you have no makeup on, and your hair looks like CRAP because you just can't be bothered.

For example, I went to the place I hate the most out of all places in the world today...Walmart. Especially the Walmart in Tucker. I consider myself to be a very open minded person who welcomes diversity. However, when you go to this Walmart the drastic differences in cultures across the board are so evident it's like walking into a wind tunnel. You can't figure out which lady is screaming at which kid because there are so many little kids running around frantically and so many different languages going on at once. You can't possibly entertain the idea of using a cart because you may as well just spend the night at that point. There are so many people with so little regard for other people it makes you hate the world. Add in the extra 100 or so people that work there that are useless and you have a recipe for mass chaos at every turn.

Not today though! If someone saw me coming, they moved aside. Even the little kids were shuffled out of the way as I tried to make my way down an aisle. I had three employees ask me if I needed help finding something. I wanted to buy refills for my razor and in the razor section all they had was the razor with the refills. So I thought maybe they had some at the front on an end cap or something and I just headed that way. Regardless of how astonishingly smooth this trip to Walmart was going, I have already mentioned that I am over it. I decided if I left without refills it really wouldn't matter. I walk up to an empty register and the cashier sees the bewildered look on my face and asks me what I am looking for. I tell her and she runs and gets them! She leaves her lane, trots off somewhere, and returns with my razor blade refills. I am dumbfounded. I thank her eight times and make the trek to my car.

As you can imagine, the parking lot alone would deter most people from setting foot in this Walmart. I actually got a pretty decent parking spot somehow. I unload my junk into my car while two cars are in the process of leaving me about 6 inches to back out in as they fight over my spot even though I am not even in my car yet. I look around to see that the thingy where you put your cart (yes I got a cart) is pretty far away. I shrug my shoulders at the two cars and begin to slowly waddle to the thingy (anybody know what those things are called?). A man and his son come running up behind me and the man asks me if he can take my cart to the thingy! I again am overly thankful and walk back to my car thinking about how in God's name I am ever going to exit this place.

SO, either the stars aligned and the Walmart in Tucker did a 180 upswing, or being over 8 months pregnant may as well be the same as wearing a sign that says "be way nicer to me than you normally would".

PS - One thing that is ironic to me is that when I was not pregnant I felt like every parking space in the world said "for expectant mothers". Now, they are nowhere to be found. Funny how that works.

Back with the living

I am a total slacker. I apologize. In my defense, I have been coughing up a lung the past week and a half. BUT, spring break is upon me and I am determined to recover and blog like crazy. Are you ready for it?

So what's been going on with the Burrows? I'm sure you are dieing to know. As I said, it is spring break. In a normal situation that would mean a lot of laying around, but I have been spending my time in my learning cottage just as much as I would if it weren't spring break. I put off planning for my maternity leave until now so I spent all day today and yesterday doing just that...planning. In some regards, this is absolutely fine with me. I can't really go anywhere so I might as well be useful right? On the other hand, laying around and shopping for what we don't have in the baby department sounds much more appealing. Regardless, there's still time. Seth has now entered the busy time of year for him, so needless to say what's been going on with him.
Work, work, and more work. BUT, lots of work right now is like music to most people's ears, including ours.

In the land of baby, everything is going great! The back pain is gone due to the amazing world of prenatal massage. Seriously, pregnant or not, I have found the best masseuse in Atlanta if you ever need one. The problem is, the back pain was immediately replaced by this nasty cold and cough. Ninja baby hates the cough, but I'm pretty sure mommy hates it more. Now is when I start going to the doctor once a week which really makes it feel like we are super close. The baby's room is painted so now all we need is furniture! It's all coming together though.

Our dogs have unfortunately spent an inordinate amount of time at the vet this week. Molly has a lump on her chest called a histiosarcoma. Apparently this lump is benign and harmless, $200 later. Woody was neutered today and you can imagine how thrilled he has been about his current situation since he got home. He and Molly are not allowed to be around each other because he is supposed to be calm for seven days. When day six gets here I will let you know if we all survived the separation. Molly is outside alone or Woody is crated and both are pissed off about it to no end. Seriously, I can picture them years from now being like an old married couple that can't survive without each other.

So that is the latest and greatest from us! Again, you will hear a lot more from me this week I promise.