I have become a nesting freak. To my, and my husbands dismay I have becaome a bit crazy about getting things ready for Hambone’s arrival this December. It is sad. It is a sad sitation as I look at every little thing that I want to be this way or that and it drives me crazy. Apparently this phase begins some where around 5 months and mine began right on time. I actually found bliss and join in emptying an entire package of Mexican Coke’s into the fridge and taking all of the subsequent cardboard down to recycling. That was at 7:30 this morning.  It felt like a major achievement.

On a brighter note the baby is in major kicking mode now. Joe got to feel a big kick last night ans it was awesome to share that moment for him. I am sure it felt more real to him as not only has he seen it on the ultrasound screen; but he has also felt the force of the baby with his own hands.

I would love to know who buys some of the awful baby items Joe and I have seen in the last few weeks. We went to Gerorgia Baby and Kids and it was incredible how much fluffity crap they sell. Joe could only figure it was for moms who did not get enough time playing with their dolls when they were younger. Here is an example of what you will find there:

The most garish furniture money can buy!
Forgive us minimalist folks who would much rather put our money into something a little more timeless. Although we are in our one-bedroom right now, when we do expand we were thinking something a little more like this:

Call us weird for having such subdued tastes but when furniture looks as if it belongs on a Mardi Gras float, it dosen’t belong in our home.

I couldn’t blog for a long time because my mind was all BABY and I wasn’t spilling the beans till the first trimester was done. Now I can chat. I will be back to chat and say what is up in the land of the ITP girl with a bun in the oven but right now there is an organic hotdog calling my name!

This weekend was a busy one. Joe’s mom came into town and we went out to east constantly. Silver Skillet, Six Feet Under, Ormsby’s, Fat Matt’s Rib Shack. On Sunday we decided that the brunch buffet at the 57th FIghter Group would be too much so we opted for West Egg instead. We go there at 11:30ish so of course there was a wait. But my friend Nadine was there from Thread and Canvas and she told me that another sale was forthcoming this May! Too happy about that.

After gorging myself the entire weekend I was going to take it light. But alas I did not. Banana Bread French toast for me with a side of bacon please. The caramel syrup that they float the huge pieces of banana bread has probably given me diabetes but that it ok. I have now tasted the sweetest thing in Atlanta and I am proud of that. The bacon and maple donut from Sublime donuts has nothing on this thing.

After saying goodbye to his mom at the airport we had the luxury if going to my moms house to bury her cat that just died. I wish I was kidding but I am not. Joe, being the dream husband that he is picked up the shovel and started moving ground. When he was done digging and she had placed the thing in the whole he asked, “Is that it? Are you going to say anything?”. My mother casually said, “No”, and Joe sealed the little things tomb. I only pray that “Pet Cemetery”has no actual facts to it. If it does that entire backyard is going to rise from the dead and she will be up the creek with out a paddle.

Happy Wednesday.