My Newest Love...Buffet Pants

Last weekend, C. and I finally did some decorating for Christmas. Since we're not hosting family at our home this year (VERY relieved about that!), we only drug out the bear minimum of decoration by my Christmas decor standards. I've decided that I'm going to try to simplify my life as much as possible for the next 6 months. Life is going to be busy enough without having to add all the extra trimmings I normally like to prepare for the holidays. We put up our tree, a few garlands, wreaths, candles in the window...and of course, Duke is sporting his Christmas tree collar! We also made Duke raise his right paw and promise that he wouldn't mark the tree. He half-heartedly agreed and then reluctantly posed for this picture. Notice the lack of presents underneath it?! I have yet to buy a single gift...totally not like me! Napping has taken priority over blogging and shopping and just about anything else in the evenings after work. It's my goal to have all the shopping done by this weekend. (We'll see how that goes!)


I'm celebrating the fact that I'm officially done with the Crin.one (progesterone) suppositories! Yipee! I'm thankful that they served their purpose and I really believe that they've played a role in getting me to where I am in my pregnancy now. I'm hoping that the acne and nausea they bestowed upon me will leave sooner rather than later.

I wore a pair of my maternity jeans for the first time today. We had a holiday potluck at work, and I wanted to be able to indulge and enjoy to the fullest! C. called them my "buffet pants." I think he's just jealous of the stretchy elastic waist.

I had my first official fall as a pregnant woman. I have to preface my story by saying that I am one of THE MOST accident-prone women on the face of the planet. I have a titanium plate and six screws in my ankle to attest to my clumsiness. My mom has threatened to cut the heels off of all my boots and shoes countless times. (I *heart* heels!) That being said, I put on a pair of completely impractical boots on Wednesday morning and ended-up sliding down 4-5 of our stairs. I hit my hip, my head and totally bruised my pride. I freaked-out and immediately grabbed the doppler to check on baby Pat (C.'s new name for the roomie.) HB was a healthy 160 bpm. I took half the day off and put my feet up...worried that I'd done permanent damage to Pat. Never mind that I'm majorly prone to bruising because of the Hep.arin. Ugh. The boots have been placed in the goodwill give-away pile, and from now on, I'll be sporting Sket.chers and flats exclusively! Lesson learned.