I'll start off with plumbing- we live in an older home with older pipes...recently, these pipes have decided to just not work the way they should. So last night I had the shower running and flushed a tissue down the toilet, and our toilet proceeded to OVERFLOW...not just a teeny bit of water...I'm talking like NIAGRA FALLS UP IN THAT BIYOTCH. I guess I am not supposed to flush the toilet while the shower is running?! Who knew. Anywho...husband has to stay home from work after lunch today and wait for the plumber because I am 9 months pregnant and REFUSE to have a toilet and/or shower that does not work properly!!!
Next...I am ON THE HUNT for this nail polish:
It's called Butler Please and the beautiful Katie posted a picture of her wearing it on Instagram (and on her blog today) and I must have it. I think this would be perfect to wear when I'm in labor. Yes?
|Katie, I stole this from you. Your nails look fab here and I'm jealous. If I can't find this color, I expect you to overnight this to me immediately so I can paint my fingers and toes. Then, I will overnight it back to you. K?|
Third....my Nap Nanny was recalled.
I am so MAD about this. You can read about it in the news here, but basically it sounds like people were using it improperly and this is what caused the recall. I'm probably going to return it and not take any chances...I'm just having a difficult time finding out how to return it and where.
I was so excited about receiving it I even tweeted about it last month:
And finally- An open letter to my hormones (which I totally blame 100% on pregnancy and nothing else):
Dear Raging Hormones,
How are you? I've been wondering if I was going to be graced with your presence during my pregnancy. I thought I was going to get away with not ever having to meet you, but alas, you reared your ugly head last night and my poor husband was the target. It didn't help that our toilet was overflowing and I just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep only to be awakened every hour to get up and pee, but that is NO EXCUSE for you to make your debut and scare the living daylights out of my husband and our poor dog. I have never heard that tone in my voice before (EVER) and I swear I thought I was the little girl on the Exorcist. My head may have even spun a little. Thank goodness I didn't have any pea soup. Anyways, I would just like to ask you to leave me alone. I've had a glorious 9 months without you and to see you arrive and stay awhile will only make things worse. I am encouraging myself to take deep breaths and PRAY that you leave the second my precious baby boy makes his debut, but I hear that is tragically not the case and you will stick around for the long haul. I'm prepared to accept that you are here, but believe me...it is only temporary and you will be evicted soon enough.
That is all for this lovely Friday. Have good weekend! I'm out!