Pregnant at Thanksgiving

I'm back at work today after a long (and good) Thanksgiving weekend. We had a blast, and I've decided that it's pretty nice to be pregnant during Thanksgiving for several reasons:

1. Everyone expects me to eat a lot because I'm pregnant. I was very happy to oblige. Actually, I would have eaten a lot even if I weren't pregnant, but this gives me a better excuse.

2. Maternity pants are the perfect pig-out pants. They're designed to grow with you. It doesn't matter that it's food and not baby causing the need for expansion.

3. It's fun to celebrate Thanksgiving when you have a lot to be thankful for. I'm thankful we'll have a little half-Jayna, half-Trey baby crawling around and causing trouble in no time. And I'm thankful I have the best husband in the world to take on this gargantuan and slightly intimidating responsibility with. We may not know what we're doing as parents, but at least we get to be clueless together!

My feet are down there somewhere...

I've had some people asking for a new "belly shot," so here's a picture of me at 27 weeks. Funny story... apparently I had gotten some dust or something on the bottom of this dress. So Trey dusted it off for me right before he took the picture. He said, "You probably can't see this dust down here since it's on the dark side of the moon." Yep, he really said that. He made it up to me a little later when he painted my toenails for me. He did a pretty good job too--for a boy.

Anyway, here's the belly:

Interesting (AKA weird) names

One of the things I love about Perrin's name is that it's unique but not totally weird. Even so, I've had a lot of people comment on how strange it is. I guess because they've never known anyone with that name.

You want strange? I found plenty of real baby names that are so much more bizarre than Perrin. Here are just a few I stumbled across:

Muffi-Jo
Bophary
Beegie
Nattapong
JeeHee
Wattie
Jasweater
Mambo
Edelweiss
Calixto
Mohawk
Pooja
Suzuki
Borka

See, Perrin doesn't seem that strange now, huh?

Our crib, the world traveler

A couple weeks ago, Trey and I ordered a crib online from WalMart. One of the cool things about Wally World's online ordering is that most items can be shipped to your local WalMart for free. So we placed the order and have been anxiously awaiting the e-mail notification that will tell us we can go pick up our new crib.

Well, apparently FedEx shipped the crib from Washington to Portland, OR to Memphis to North Little Rock... and then somehow they decided not to deliver it. The reason they give on their tracking website is "recipient closed." I'm pretty sure our 24-hour WalMart super center doesn't close. Just a hunch.

So I was pretty annoyed to find out that they shipped the crib all the way back to Memphis. No wonder shipping costs are so high! Why didn't they just leave the crib here? Now they'll have to ship it all the way back again.

I checked today to see if the crib had left Memphis yet, and it had. Yay! The bad news: It's now on its way back to Portland. ::sigh::

I'm meeeeelting

I'm sitting at my desk at work and thinking, "Is it 9,000 degrees in here, or is it just me?" So I've started watching people walk by to see if anyone else comments that it feels like a sauna up here. So far, nearly everyone I've seen seems completely content in long-sleeved shirts and jackets. I even heard one coworker tell someone that she's cold. So apparently it's just me.

I'm chugging ice water and fanning myself between typing and answering the phone. I'm really tempted to go out to my car and turn on the air conditioner full-blast, but I might die of heat stroke trekking across the parking lot. So this must be what a hot flash feels like. I hate to even use that phrase... it sounds so menopausal.

Looking at the bright side, Trey and I will probably save a ton on heating bills this year.

Crazy dreams

I've read several pregnancy books or articles that said pregnant women often have very strange and vivid dreams. Well, a few nights ago, I had a dream that easily ranks in my top five weirdest dreams ever. I dreamed that Trey decided to sacrifice himself to be made into guacamole.

I'm not even sure what to say about this. I could comment that human guacamole would be really, really gross. Or I could express my appreciation to "dream-Trey" for his willingness to sacrifice himself just to give his pregnant wife a bowl of guacamole (since I assume that's why he did it). But I think I'm just going to blame this one on the pregnancy hormones.... and probably never be able to look at a bowl of guacamole the same.