Let me share with you my countdown of crap to come.

2 days until I find out the sex of the baby.

3 days until we hang our show.

7 days until our reception.

32 days until my graduation.

132 days until I am due to give birth.

Since when did this stuff start getting closer? I mean really. This Friday we are going to be at the bloody freaking gallery ALL DAY hanging and framing our prints, next week we have a reception AND have to give an artist talk about our show and then we get to tear it all down!

Graduation I'm looking forward too.. except for the fact that I'll be 6 1/2 months pregnant, waddle to get my diploma and my family will be there to annoy me with the fact that we are NOT moving up there.

In other news-- our plans changed, we are staying in Huntington and I will be giving birth at Cabell Huntington Hospital (for those who care!)

My family is, how do I say, disappointed that my husband chose a job over them, but I must say I am a tad bit relieved to not have to live next to my mother in the middle of nowhere again.

Oh, and our new apartment is FREAKING SWEET. No stairs, no 6th avenue hookers or druggies, and coolish neighbors. We are across the street from a mini mart, can keep our cat and have our washer and dryer there!

now if only we had the keys yet...

Moving will commence ASAP when we get the keys... any burly guys or dudes able to help with heavy stuff are appreciated... seeing how my preggo butt can't lift stuff. I'm loser. :(

More later after the craziness of this and next week pass!

 So the time has almost come.  The time for me to say "goodbye", hopefully NOT forever, to my jeans that are a shameful size 8, and HELLO to the world of... STRETCH PANTS.

I know, this is my second (okay, honestly, it's my 6th), pregnancy, but damn... I'm 11 weeks and my pants are killing me.  I have spoken to other "mommies to be" and other "wiser" women, and the verdict is always the same.  Second time around, you show earlier.

Now, I'm not saying that I look as though I'm smuggling a turkey outta Wal-Mart, but another month or two or normalcy would be AMAZING.  I honestly have LOST almost 4 pounds this first trimester... all because this little one does not like me to eat... at ALL.

*sigh*  Lenny keeps telling me, "It'll be worth it in the end," and I know that.  I just keep thinking... I wish I could eat that, drink that and do this.  I am a strong woman, I know I am.  Once in a while though, I realllllly want Lenny to be chubby and pukey with me.

At least he can hold my hair as I vomit.

REAL LIFE!  Yay!

School is going GREAT...  *overt sarcasm*  

It is AMAZING how much these professors shove into your last semester.  Can it be May now?  I have so many projects due that my head is spinning and I don't know what is do when, where, why or how.  

I am managing.  

Now we are getting ready to move... hopefully soon.  Gotta nail down a place first.  We've seriously been SCREWED out of great apartments here lately by some shady people.  I have one we've looked at that I reallllllllly want.  Slated to look at one tomorrow also.  

Wish us luck.  I need W/D hookups and at least two bedrooms.  And NO, I am NOT willing to give up my cat.  Any suggestions folks?

One day at a time.  Just gotta take this all, one day at a time.