Breast cancer has affected my family with the loss of great-grandma Mimi and my great-aunt Anne, and continues to be a worry with my Gram and my Mom who have both undergone biopsies for suspicious lumps. Advances are being made every year with breast cancer research, but its up to us to support the cause through to a cure!

Thank you for your generosity in the support of a cure and a fellow blogger- and good luck Tésa!

We are officially moving!! If you hear cursing from the general direction of the Great Midwest, its Marmot expressing his frustration at allowing me to pack all my books. Which means we now have my entire book collection in a box the size of a refrigerator, which is now the weight of an elephant. Wish us luck, send lots of anti-hernia vibes for Marmot!

I’m so over living in a 95-year-old house. Why, you ask? Because we have RODENTS in our house, and we got to spend time last weekend, on the PRECIOUS stinking weekend whose hours I value more than coffee, hunting for a damn mouse. Again.

Baby fever has hit hard. As in I have done nothing but talk about babies and planning and due dates and parenting and birth and all-things-baby for a solid week.

Part of it is because my BFF is pregnant!! I’m so excited for her, and now we have a REAL baby to be talking about!!

And the other reason? Its because I’ve found my perfect nursery. My jaw dropped when I saw it (on MLS listings actually) and I immediately stole borrowed the image for future inspiration.

Its gender neutral (I swear the walls are cream, not pink), simple, and I can get everything (except for the crib) at TJ Maxx! I know that frames over the crib wouldn’t fly once baby can stand, but I’m flexible about picture location. But I love this nursery. Love love LOVE it!!

And baby fever rages on…

I’m the only one of my friends who doesn’t have kids, and isn’t pregnant.

We were watching Baby Mama, and the part came where the lispy birth class teacher talks about using olive oil to stretch out the hoo-hah to prevent tearing.

Marmot cracked up about it. I gave him the Eye (I’m Italian, its hereditary).

And the conversation went something like this…

Me: You know you’re going to have to do that when I get pregnant.

Marmot: Do what?!

Me: Put olive oil down there so it stretches.

Marmot: *look of horror* The hell??

Me: Don’t even look at me like that, its your job!

Marmot: No ma’am! If you want to get kinky and rub yourself down there with cooking oil, that is YOUR deal.

Me: Ah no- allow me to explain this to you. If rubbing something on my hoo-hah prevents it from being TORN or CUT in the process of giving birth to YOUR child, you’re going to get over it. Because if you found out that me rubbing bat guano on your head prevented male-pattern baldness, there would be not a question in your mind that I’d be doing that.

Marmot: Alright alright, point taken. But can’t we just spray Pam down there??

Hands off ladies, he’s mine…lol

Hate to cook? Me too!

So head over to Our Mommyhood to see my tips to make cooking just a little less painful.

Tips that may or may not include feeding a disaster dish to the neighbor’s dog.

Working towards the elusive Reach a Good Weight goal…

Walking 2+ miles every day this past week…

Maintaining my calorie intake within the suggested range (based on Harris-Benedict)…

Drinking eight glasses of water a day…

Eating eight servings of fruits and veggies a day…

ARE WE FRICKING THERE YET?!

The closing on the house is set for June 24th. That is in 16 DAYS people! I’m so excited I can actually SMELL the carpet that needs to be cleaned before we move in.

Many many ideas for once we get the house, that involve stripping wallpaper, painting (including trim and doors and ceilings), refinishing the hardwood floors, and decorating the living daylights out of it. Oh baby do I have ideas. Three and a half years of renting and I want to paint something. ANYthing.

We went over (the house is empty) and looked at the backyard- the snow camouflaged the amazing landscaping, and while it is really overgrown, its going to look amazing after a weekend or two of weeding and pruning. The thought of me with some pruning shears should scare the wits out of all plant matter in a five-mile radius. Especially knowing my issues with suddenly sprouting bangs anytime scissors are left unattended near the bathroom.

But in the meantime- because everything is still processing and isn’t 100% (honestly I won’t believe its real until they hand us the keys) could I ask for some prayers that the house stuff will go smoothly? Its been a rough road to get to this point, and we just want to sail through to the closing. The pessimistic side of me is just waiting to be told that it won’t happen and we’ll move to Plan B (the apartment) but the optimistic side of me is still hoping. Prayers would be appreciated!