All my pillow friends and August updates

    Yesterday I had the most traumatic night of sleep in my life. Every time I turned it was like trying to flip a bowling ball with a spatula. My shoulders and hips would turn and then my stomach would follow 30 seconds later with a thump, and a muscle wrenching feeling like my belly was holding on with velcro and was being ripped off. It was an all night reenactment punctuated by hourly bathroom visits. So I looked to my Girlfriends Guide to Pregnancy book (that Catherine so wisely gave me) and it recommended pillows. But that was so generic. I had questions. How many? What type? Any specific formation or chant? That's why last night I ended up looking like I had fallen asleep in a makeshift bomb shelter. There were half a dozen pillows propping up all the angles of my lumpy, bumpy body. I having enlisted the help of all these pillow friends (two couch cushions, 2 feather pillows, a memory foam pillow, and a squiggle shapped Boppy full body pillow) I finally slept for the first time in 4 months. Robert (or any other enemy fire) couldn't get within 2 feet of me....but I finally got some sleep.

    With August coming up I am reminded that in exactly 17 days I will turn 27 just in time to be a more respectable age to be a first time mother. Shortly after my birthday is my Grandma's (my family twin) on the 15th, and then hopefully VERY soon after will be Cashew's birthday. He will most likely be the newest Leo in the family, and if he is born on the 22nd like the doctors think he will share a bday with Kobe Bryant. If he is born on the 16th like I'm guessing (actually I'm split between the 16th and 18th) he will share his bday with Napoleon. That leaves two very interesting career paths for a young boy to look forward too. Nothing competes with my birthday though because August 4th is lucky enough to host the day of my birth, Louis Vuitton's, and Barack Obama (who is pretty much the most coolest president we've ever had :). It's also the day Dom Perignon discovered champagne and no one's bday would be complete without that. So with that being shared I say to everyone, "you're welcome". HAH

    As a last minute plug here's a shameless link to my Birthday Wish List. Because you're never to old to get excited over presents and because it's most likely the last birthday I'll get any.... Until the baby gets old enough to make personalized mugs, crayon portraits, or popsicle stick photo frames.