Bad Dog & Body Issues... (don't judge me)

Okay the title of this blog seems to indicate what you may categorize as a hormonal pregnant lady. I may be guilty. Over all though I really did enjoy the weekend! I suppose I'll just start from the top....

Friday we got together with Josh's family to celebrate our sister-in-law's birthday - we had pizza, played games, and hung out. A little family time is alway nice!
On a less celebratory but very special note, my sister-in-law showed us the sweet curio cabinet she set up with Paislee's things and she let us see the photos of her. I still can't imagine how difficult it must be for her to deal with the loss of her sweet baby, my precious niece, but she is a strong woman and I'm so thankful that she's willing to share the the memories of Paislee with us so that we can remember her and keep her in our hearts always!

All along I've tried my best to fully appreciate the miracle of life growing in my belly, and for the most part it's easy to do. The loss of Paislee and then baby Rylee's struggles through her first few weeks of life have just been an extra reminder to enjoy and be thankful for each precious moment.
With that said, I still have my moments where my hormones just get the best of me and play tricks with my mind and emotional state: Saturday....

Saturday was one of my best friends' engagement party (I'm the MOH!). It was a nice dinner on the patio at P.F.Changs with drinks flowing for everyone... but me. It's hard to feel like your fitting in when you're so obviously sticking out (literally & figuratively), plus I don't know most of her friends very well because we're just not the same kind of people. At this point I'm already feeling out of place, now add to that the fact that my beautiful friend is about as thick as a toothpick... and so are ALL of her friends. I'm sure it's obvious where this is going.
I know it's stupid to care at all - I told you, it's my crazy hormones - especially given the fact that I have grown very gracefully... but still. At one point someone says "Let's get a picture of all the girls!" so everyone gathers together - all of these girls in their tiny, skin-tight dresses, hair done, make-up perfectly applied (none of which is like me even in non-pregnant life) - and then I waddle over (imagine sumo wrestler entering the stadium *boom**boom**boom*) and block out half of the group shot with my huge belly like a lunar eclipse.
I know, I know, I know, it's so stupid to care, everyone knows I'm pregnant, blah, blah, blah - but I'm still a woman, a hormonal one, and it just felt awful to be so huge in comparison to every other person there. All I could think about was how I'm going to have to reach deep to muster up some motivation to "get it right, get it tight", as they say, after my little bundle of joy arrives. Even if I get back to my original weight/size I'll still be considerably larger than any of the other girls so I guess I need to mentally prepare myself to still feel like I need to wear a "Wide Load" sign while I'm making my way down the aisle. Ugh... for now I've just got to let that go and future Corri will have to deal with that mess.

Okay so going backwards a little bit, Saturday morning Josh and I got up and started working on things around the house right away. We got a lot of things done (although our house is still a mess and we have LOTS more to do) and I decided it was a good time to hang things up on the walls in the nursery so that it could finally be complete. I walk upstairs to the baby's room and I'm stopped in my tracks when I notice two bald spots in the rug. At first I'm thinking "What piece of furniture did Josh have resting on the rug that could have worn out these spots?" so I walk back downstairs and ask him if he knows why there are two holes in the rug. He's clueless and then I wonder... could it be? No... not Edward (our puppy son), he doesn't even go upstairs where the bedrooms are and he definitely knows better than to go into the bedrooms. Despite the fact that I just knew it couldn't possible have been my sweet Edward, I couldn't come up with any other ideas of how this could have happened so I went back upstairs to look more closely and that's when I saw all the evidence I needed.... dog hair all over the black rug! "Edwaaaard.....", *puppy walks to the bottom of the stairs excitedly, butt wiggling out of control*, "Where you up here in your sisters room?", *puppy sits and drops his head down* - yup, that's his guilty face, he know's he's busted - "EDWARD DINOSAUR! You're a bad boy, get outside!".
Now I'd like to say that I was more patient and understand with my precious puppy boy but I was not. I kicked his chewing butt out the door and gave him some time to think about what he'd done. Yes, I realize he wasn't really out there thinking about what he'd done but I was just so furious and that was all I could do.
You have to understand, this dog never chews up anything (other than his toys) and he knows where he is and isn't allowed to go in the house. I praise him all of the time for being such a good boy that we don't have to worry about him ruining the house like other people do. Also, let the record show that I have been making an effort to let him stiff out the baby's things when we bring them into the house and I tell him "These are you're sisters toys/clothes/etc." and he never bothers any of it. I can only assume that this is "acting out" has to do with him noticing things are changing but I'm still shocked and a little bit worried that something like this might happen again. Later today I intend to google things I should do to better prepare Edward for this adjustment so hopefully I'll find some answers.

Moving along to Sunday. Sunday was a beautiful fall day - LOVE IT! It was also my final baby shower AAAAND it marked one month until Auria's EDD! What an exciting day! I don't have any dramatic stories about Sunday, I'm happy to say I just enjoyed all of it! I took my time getting ready in the morning, Josh dropped me off at the shower (where we recieved lots of great gifts, lots of personalized things: love it!), we went to dinner with my dad, Lisa, & Remy, and we wrapped up the evening chilling on the couch watching a football game.

All in all it was a great weekend and I know I sound like a broken record but I'm getting so excited that we're getting closer to meeting our baby girl! I've got quite a to-do list for this week so hopefully I can stay focused and on track and be as productive as possible because at this point, you never know when Auria might decide she's ready to join us on the outside.... ;)