(because where did last week go?)

So, last week just totally passed me by...sorry about that!

I've been feeling rather large lately, and the matter is NOT helped by Southern Dad telling me (often) "you are really big!" or "you weren't this big when you were ready to deliver Southern Girl!" FUN TIMES! But I was told Friday at my Dr. appointment not to worry at all, because I am measuring a wee bit behind the 25 weeks that I am. So let me give a big "one finger salute" to Southern Dad! (ETA: Not that he's trying to be mean...he's saying it in a joking manner. I just wanted to clear that up so y'all wouldn't think that he's a big ole jerk to his pregnant wife!)

I'd love to be able to bitch about a couple of things that are REALLY bothering me, but it just so happens that one thing deals with work and the other is about certain family members (one relative, her spouse, and their 2 evil spawn kids), which we all know BOTH are big NO-NOs to discuss on your blog. So I guess I'll just have to stew on my own.

I am sick of re-runs on TV. I NEED new Grey's! (never mind that I have several other shows on my TiVo that I can't seem to find the time to watch)

I've mentioned before that I sew a little...I've smocked several outfits for Southern Boy in the past, and I've made Southern Girl several simple dresses. Well, I was given a smocking pleater for Christmas (the one thing I had been missing to be able to make my own smocked clothes for So. Girl), but I can't seem to get my act together enough to get Southern Girl a dress made for Easter. I have to get my butt in gear, because It's not something that can be whipped up in a couple of days. But really? Who am I kidding? I can't even find an outfit to BUY Southern Boy for Easter.

Speaking of Easter...Do you know how hard it is to find a decent maternity dress that doesn't look like a circus tent? Next to impossible!

That's it....I'm spent...Daylight savings time may have only taken ONE hour from me, but it feels like I've pulled an all-nighter. I guess that's what turning 31 TWENTY-ELEVEN will do to you! At least my birthday this year has been leaps and bounds better than last year when I was in the throws of post-partum depression with a wee tiny 3 week old baby AND leaving my twentys behind. That sucked big time! I'm proud to report that (unlike last year) no tears were shed during the birthday festivities today! And now I'm going to bed to keep it that way...