...and a very happy XLII to you!

Oh.
My.
Giants!

For those of you who may not understand and/or care about professional sports here is something you will get into.

My baby fell asleep at 4pm.

She woke up for a very late dinner at 11pm.

She is back asleep.

She actually let me watch the Superbowl...uninterrupted.

She must love me lots!

If the Giants hadn't just won the Superbowl then that would make me feel like I won the Superbowl.

Ya know?

Maybe not....

Can I say Superbowl anymore?

Superbowl-Superbowl-Superbowl

hehe.

The Tenacious G

For those of you who may not know...

I bleed blue. Really blue. I mean BLUE.

Born and raised. Season ticket holder.

My New York Football Giants....are going to the SUPERBOWL!

Holy crap!

And you know who else is going to the Superbowl?

My brother.
With who you ask?
My Spouse.

(For those same people who don't know...they have been the very best of friends since they were 12)

Who isn't going to the Superbowl?

Besides Favre (who really I do feel so sad for).

Me.
My boobs.
My baby.

I always said I would never have a baby during football season...this is why.

Woops.

Ahhh the sacrifices of motherhood. They are many.

This is going to cost us a fortune. We actually cant afford this.

Still.

He is going.

Go Giants!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Personally I am 'Out'!

I am so (excuse my language) fucked up right now, about timing, obligation, illness, family, death, and not being able to pay my respects in the way I feel I need to that I can not articulate it without a 5000 word rant and many many run-on sentences.
I have tried to and honestly- no one wants to really read that.

So I will just say this to distract myself into thinking this is what I will focus on for the day.... and to fool all of you into thinking this is all that's really going on right now in my life that means enough to blog about.
(see how I still sneak those run-ons in!)

I LOVE Project Runway! It's back!!!!!!!
Lest you judge too quickly know this...I am by no means a 'reality TV person'.
I like sports.
Nor am I by any means a 'fashion person'.

My understanding of trends is "Do not leave the house with food stains on your boob (if it can be helped)". The only true fashion statement I ever make is- hmmm does this Yankees hat endanger my life living in New England? The closest I have ever been to "a nice dress" was my wedding gown and shhhhh I got it discount.
I also wore sneakers....silver ones....but they were still sneakers.

Oh and clearly that's not me on the link.

If it were I think I may care a bit more about fashion then seeing what a bunch of catty or funny people can create on TV.

This is me....

See....the 3 of us combined know so much about fashion that we had to spend 10 minutes making sure the dress was on facing the right direction....

That said...don't you think Heidi Klum's voice can be sorta annoying?

You know, if you put aside her amazonian beauty and just close your eyes and listen.

It's just me....and the anatomy of maternity underwear.

Ok this is my first real blog of sorts. I have been plopped down all comfy over on the Myspace couch for sometime now. I have observed the blogosphere from a far but am yet to participate. This is quite inconvenient for BF (TransplantedKnitter) and therefore I am starting this here new blog.

At some point I will make it pretty. Promise.

A little background for new readers. I am 36 weeks pregnant with my first child. Spouse and I are transplants from NJ to the "Quiet Corner...or QC" of CT. Simply put...the part of CT where no one really seems to live and no one has ever heard of. Very rural and pretty neat! Some of the people in our birthing class don't even have computers and the closest mall is 45 minutes away in RI.

We have been here about 9 months. Only slightly longer then the babe (The Turkey...Spartacus/Spartacette, we are still working on names) has been in the womb.

See I meant it when I implied there was not a lot to do around here.

Many of my blogs center on the bathroom or bodily functions. I cant figure out why but they do. I guess I am just endlessly fascinated with the bathroom/body rituals of others...in my home and in public...and now that I am thinking about it butt humor is very popular in my house.

So on that note I was considering my underwear the other night. There was nothing much on TV and since (as a Yankee fan living in New England) I can not stomach the Red Sox winning the World Series my mind wandered. Well I can stomach it; it certainly doesn't make me happy but its not like the Eagles are in the Super Bowl...that would be terrible! (Terrible in perspective of course.) I really just have more of a whatever feeling about it all.

I get off track sometimes sorry. But I should have mentioned earlier that I have a sports mental illness. I am obsessed. We live and breath football in this house. In the mornings I put on ESPN...not the local news. While we do love baseball it is also just a nice way to pass the time between football seasons and it looses a lot of pull once the real games begin. (Oh and your team has been knocked out of the playoffs....again.)

I digress.

Underwear.

I would like to know why product inconsistency is allowed to such a degree for pregnant woman. "Buy the size you were" is very misleading. I find the exact same type and style undies by the same reseller in one color completely different from another color variety.

The blue ones fall apart, the pink are just right, the purple GINORMOUS and the neutrals are about 2 sizes too small. Are there no standards? I have worn the same size panties from Victoria's Secret for about 15 years. Same kind, same size and no matter what pretty, cute, darling, sexy, or plain color I got they always fit the same way. I am actually mourning my old underwear.

Is it because VS are a respectable and publicly acceptable brand while "Motherhood" simply implies "Grandma Pants"?? Who is going to say anything? No one wants to question their undie making ethic. They would have to admit they are wearing them.

Then there are bras....don't even get me started on the bras. I started out with a generous breast size I wont lie but even the "It's not natural and you can only buy boobs this big" sizes are too small for me. I measured like a good girl and ordered my new...ummm..."shoulder sacks" of the nursing variety. They were so ill fitting that I actually measured two more times and made a couple of phone calls thinking I must have made a mistake. After 5 separate attempts and UPS really wondering why JCPenny delivered to my home everyday I gave up. I ordered my "new size" of the non-nursing variety. Same maker, same bra. Perfect fit.

That is just wrong.

Are they trying to make crazy hormonal women second guess everything about their new bodies by starting at the very basics?

I can understand changes from brand to brand and style to style but from color to color or boob flap to non-boob flap? Is it just me?

Tell me please it's not, because at this point I am at my wits end. How exactly am I going to handle it "when my milk comes in"? I suspect desperation will lead me to resort to using any combination of common house hold items to support the bus tour (face it, we go beyond girls here..we are girls on tour!!!).

Hmmmm....Spouse does insist however that most problems can be solved with duct tape and a leatherman.

Come to think of it....it might not be such a bad idea. It would certainly save on shipping.