Life as an Osborne: Wow...You're really big!

For those of you who don't know any rules on pregnancy etiquette...let me enlighten you on the most important one in my book. Rule #1: NEVER tell a hormonal pregnant lady she is really big unless you want to get drop kicked in the forehead.

So to elaborate on my one big rule of pregnancy etiquette, I cannot tell you how many times I've heard "Wow, you're really big." Honestly, I don't mind when my family members and close friends comment on my growing belly because I know they are commenting to be cute and funny...and are doing so out of love. But, If I have one more stranger tells me how big I am, I swear I will go Chuck Norris on their ass. Don't you think I wake up every morning knowing how freaking huge my belly is...I mean I do carry it around all day long. I am very aware of the HUMAN BEING inside of my belly that has taken over my body. I am reminded of that everytime I try to tie my shoe, or shave my legs, or roll up the end of my pants, or even just try to bend over to pick something up off of the floor. Trust me, I think I know it's big and it's round, and it gets in the way. I'm also reminded of how huge my belly is when I pour boiling water on it because it's in the way, or when it captures food that has fallen out of my mouth, and even sometimes when I'm walking around in my lounging clothes and the bottom of the belly somehow escapes my shirt for some fresh air. But it's my "big" belly and I don't need anyone reminding me of what I look like. It's kind of like telling a blind man "hey, you're blind." Thanks for the heads up dumbass!

With that being said, I do however want to make one more comment. Even though my belly is big and growing like it should be, I love how my doctor reminds me that I am measuring "spot on" with my size and that I am no bigger or no smaller than I should be. Thank you Tanya for reminding me that my belly is actually average size :)

Ok, so enough venting...let me tell you a bit about what Steve and I did over our Labor day weekend. Instead of going on vacation, we spent a relaxing weekend at home working on the baby's room. In only 11 short weeks or little girl who we have officially named by the way (London Rose Osborne) will be here. And since wedding season just started for me and I will be working every weekend from now until the baby is born, it was important for us to get as much as possible done on her room. And we accomplished sooo much in those few short days we had. The only thing left now for us to do is to put up chair railing and trim and get that painted, and then comes the fun part of decorating. Well, and we still have to find a dresser for her room, but that's a work in progress. It's just so exciting to have most of it done and for the room to actually look like a nursery!

That's about it for the update, so enjoy some pics below :)

Steve and I (and baby London)