Saturday marked my 30th week!

I can't believe that it's all gone by so quickly...and yet, I secretly wish it would go faster. I only say this because I feel this insane, zero tolerance for stupid people. It's literally taken over every blood cell in my body and only gets worse if the temperature around me reaches anything above 65 degrees, which, wouldn't you guess...IT'S ALL THE TIME! I fear for my co-workers lives (some of them anyways). I never realized just how much I'd been snapping and on the verge of a breakdown until my office roomie started laughing at my reaction to stupid suggestions during meetings, or people who can't operate simple software such as Microsoft Word.

Steve took me to my doc appointment yesterday and we stopped for a frosty before hand. Steve and I ordered the exact same frosty, but mine came all soupy (like it had been sitting out for 5 minutes next to the fries) and his was all thick and chunky. Now, I'm not the type to send food back...call it self sacrificing or non-confrontational, but I just don't like to do it. You'd think I'd lunge at the opportunity to tell someone that they did something wrong, or that they could do it better!

Anyways, Steve refused to let me eat it and took it inside to ask that they make a new one. The way he mimicked the food worker had me rolling in laughter. I think Steve was the first person to challenge the way he was making frosty's! Eventually, the Store Manager came up and would you believe that she had the audacity to say, "I'm sorry, that's how they come." Steve countered with, "I don't think so. I can bring in the other one I just ordered and dump it upside down and nothing would come out. This one is like soup!" She finally agreed to make him a new one and I think my own personal snapping point would have been when she handed him the new one and it was all thick and chunky SO CLEARLY unlike the one she claimed was 'how they come'.

I laughed the whole way to the doctor. Not because I felt bad for him...no, no....because I was SO happy to watch him go through a scenario that happens to me all the time! Somehow, it's funnier when it's not you...go figure! :)

Anyways, the doc says we are still good for a July 4th delivery! I'm grateful that most of the pain I was feeling has gone. My only problem is that this little dude seems to be pushin' his big toe through my belly button! My inny is slowly becoming an outty! And his little bum is just pressed firm against the side of my stomach. I was showing Steve how weird it is that he can move and make my tummy totally change shape. I had him feel for his little bum and Steve pushed so hard I felt our little mans head hit the bones in my pelvis! LOL I think he understands that he's not so little anymore...I had to show him a picture so that he can see just how little space Wyatt has in there now :)

UPDATE:

Me: Check the blog
Steven: OK
Steven: GREAT! Now everyone's going to think I have horrible hygiene!
Me: hahahahahahaahahahahah....I so stinkin' love ya babe!

PS: Internet, Steven doesn't have poor hygiene! The scinerio described below was a one time thing (I hope...)

Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures (apparently)

For real, I'm totally not making this story up...and honestly, I don't think I could come up with something so random, yet soooooo perfect!

I always give Steve a hard time, calling him raptor toes and stuff because he has these two toenails (on his pointer toes...next to his big toes) that curl around the top of his toe when they grow (I think he gets it from his dad....HA! I don't know...don't worry Jim, I don't look at your toes that closely...lol). So I like to tease him and tell him I can hear his toenails click clacking across the tile when he walks...like a raptor!

Steve: So you wanna know how manly I am?

Me: (confused) Sure...

Steve: I was walking down the stairs at work and you know how one of my feet is slightly bigger than the other?

Me: mmmK

Steve: Well, sometimes if my toenail gets too long on the foot that's slightly bigger, it bugs me and makes my foot hurt. But, there weren't any clippers at work, so guess what I did?

Me: Oh gosh, baby...I'm scared to know!

Steve: I took some wire cutters and went into the bathroom and cut them down, but they were kinda jagged, so you know what I did to file them down??

Me: I'm guessing you used one of those big ole metal file thingy's?

Steve: NO! I went into the bathroom and used the cinder block wall to file them down! (Then he proceeds to mimick the action of filing his toe nails against the wall)

I know we are in desperate times and all....but, I didn't know we were THAT desperate! :)

Here's the final picture of the Texas de Brazil in Baton Rouge that Steve was shooting last week. Seriously, the pictures he takes are just amazing! What he captures seems better than what the eye can see. You should check out some of their stuff at www.studiojinc.com. :)

So, I must tell the world that I have the most AMAZING mother! She and Kristie came down this last weekend and helped me finish painting the bambino's room and the loft (ok, so 'helped' is the wrong word...cuz they pretty much did the ENTIRE project for me! I think I cried like 5 gazillion times....and they were both ready to stick a wet finger in my ear just to get me to shut up with all the "thank yas"!) I PROMISE to post some pics...but I wanna finish addin' my personal touches so you all can see the final product :)

My main squeeze (a.k.a. Loverboy...a.k.a. Steve) was such a huge help too! Poor Bentley was having a rough time for some reason and Steve and Josh did their best to entertain him while the gals were glammifying the walls. Kristie and Josh are seriously lucky to have Lyza...she is the most mellow, easy going baby!

(I totally stole this pic from Ashley's blog...these girls are adorable! Left: Lyza Right: Brooke)

I have to say that the funniest part was when they all went to leave. I crouched down to give Bentley a hug and my mom pointed to my belly and told him to tell Wyatt bye-bye. She then proceeded to explain that there's a baby in my tummy...so he pats my tummy. (You can just see the little wheels turnin' in his head) THEN, he pats the other two bumps stickin' outta my shirt and tells them bye-bye too!!!!!! AHH-HA-HA-HA! It's all right little man...I'd be confused too!