My ridiculous list...

These are all things that really happened to me this past weekend.

-I forgot how to do the electric slide at this wedding. Seriously, who forgets how to do the most known dance in all of America. This girl, that's who. I blame pregnancy brain :)

-I missed Panera breakfast by ONE yes ONE minute. I ordered my food and was told by the very soft spoken and extremely awkward cashier that they stop serving breakfast at 10:30 am. I looked down at my phone (I do not own a watch) and it was 10:31. I laughed and said, "I've missed it by one minute??" and he said that they really stop serving at 10:15. Ummm, that's not what the sign on the door says but I didn't argue. The guy seemed too fragile. Seriously, who denies a PREGNANT woman her breakfast craving because of 60 seconds?

-I went on a hunt around town for this awesome looking pool I had seen one day while driving. I wanted to take Leighton to the pool since she has an obsession with water. I drove down the road I thought it was on but could not find it! I was so frustrated but knew I wasn't crazy & that it did exist! The next day I went a different road I thought it could possibly be on and alas I found it! Bad news, it's part of a gym membership and is only available to members (which would cost us $82/month & a pool fee of $200). Think I'll keep looking for another pool or just join the pool in the neighborhood over for about the same price. Who knew taking your child to swim was so pricey?

-I had my husband clean out the nursery so we could paint. He had to take down the bed that was in the room and I asked him to move the mattresses to the garage to get them out of the way. Well, as he was moving the box spring down our VERY steep stairs it slipped out of his hands and flew down the stairs straight into our wall leaving a huge hole. Sigh, I am just glad it didn't crush his guitar that was laying about an inch from where it crashed. Leighton likes to walk by the hole and say "Hoooooooo" in the saddest voice ever!

-This one's a biggie...I had my husband paint the nursery this weekend. We went to the hardware store to pick up the paint and I realized I forgot the paint swatch we had decided on but was pretty sure I knew what the color was named. When I found the swatch in the store, the name matched the color I was thinking in my head so without another thought I bought two gallons and sent him home to paint. Two days after he had finished we went in the room to admire the color and hold up the bedding beside it. I liked the color but thought it was darker than what I had originally wanted so I thought it must have dried darker. Five minutes later my husband came into the room holding the paint swatch we had originally chosen (as noted with a large asterisk) and it was a good shade lighter (maybe even two) from what we had used and had a totally different name. I can not believe I tried to go by memory! After all, I've found my milk in the pantry and my bread in the fridge since I've been pregnant, my memory is NOT dependable!

-My dog has decided to roll in something outside that makes him smell like a mixture of sour milk, cheese and cow manure. I give him a bath and he does it again! The smell makes me sick to my stomach and I can't imagine what is in our backyard making him smell like that!

-I went to the doctor today for my 29 weeks appointment (hello third trimester & glucose test) and the nurse wrote down my weight as three pounds heavier than what I saw on the scale!!!! To make matters worse, the number I saw on the office scale was two pounds heavier than what my scale at home said but I decided that was because all scales weigh a little different. It wasn't until my doctor came in that I realized the nurse wrote down the wrong weight! So instead of gaining four pounds this month (like my scale at home shows) my chart shows NINE pounds! I didn't want to act like a crazy patient and try to explain to my doctor that the office scale was weighing heavy and the nurse wrote down a heavier weight. I thought she would think I was delusional or anorexic or just down right crazy so I just listened as she reassured me that nine pounds in a month was okay especially for someone of my size (petite is what I think she meant). I sooo wanted to scream that there was NO WAY I HAD GAINED THAT AMOUNT AND THAT THE NURSE WAS OUT TO GET ME but instead I smiled and said that maybe I could cut out sugar moving forward. I am such a sucker.

-After the most.annoying.appointment.in.the.world I went to get off the table and I slipped. Like, I slipped right off the table into the floor! In front of the doctor! I was so embarrassed. I was laying down and should have just gotten off at the foot of the table. Instead, I whipped around and tried to jump off the side (trying to show the doctor that there was no way this pregnant girl had gained that much weight because I was so limber) and slid right off the side of the table, luckily, I caught myself right before I tumbled on the ground. I am SO blaming the slick paper they put on the exam table but still, it was not one of my finest moments and did nothing to help my case of "I am a skinny and limber preggo!" GIANT SIGGGGGH.

With all the ridiculousness aside, I did have a pretty great weekend. We had the fun wedding, I managed to make it to Panera breakfast with 10 minutes to spare the next day and I do now have a painted nursery (wrong color but STILL painted). Also, baby G looked great at the appointment and I was measuring right on target. My doctor and I also talked about inducing at 39 weeks (which I would prefer because of my husband's hellacious work schedule and the fact that we have NO family here in Louisville) so I was happy we were on the same page. I had to laugh about all the things that seemed to go "wrong" this weekend because I know that my list is nothing compared to what others are going through. At the end of the day, I am blessed. Ridiculously blessed :)

Here are my two biggest blessings playing in the sprinkler. Who needs a fancy pool when you have a fun Daddy?