I have a precious friend who has loaned me her maternity clothes, and she really has quite the collection. My goal is to not wear the same outfit twice for the next twelve weeks.
We've done a switcharoo on the names. Someone made the Dukes of Hazard connection the other day when I told her our pick, and since then it has sounded so redneck to me. I don't want to feel like I have to defend our name choices for the rest of my life, so we are probably switching back to the other name. Nothing is set in stone until it is embroidered on clothing anyway. :)
Speaking of redneck, I am not posting the comparison pic of me pregnant with D at 28 weeks because the scenery is just too depressing. Feel free to look back through the archives and recall that fun stage of our lives!
On a kind-of-but-not-really pregnancy related note, I have to brag because I was at Target getting diapers the other day and ended up buying the huge boxes of them because 1. they were on sale 2. I had a Cartwheel deal for them and 3. they came with a $15 gift card if I used my red card. Well I did the math and figured out that I saved $32 on 240 diapers (not including the gift card or the regular 5% off from the red card). I was just so stinkin' impressed that it really motivated me to start looking for other ways to stock up and save. (not to mention the fact that I won't have a last minute diaper run for at least a few weeks)
I was still riding on my cheapskate high (and also my smug I-can-still-make-it-to-Mass-with-a-besmocked-toddler-and-no-husband high) when I busted through the doors of the church for Saturday evening Mass with D at 5:27 and then realized that it started at 5. Fail. And of course I couldn't quietly walk back out because our church is always crowded even in the lobby area. I blame it completely on the pregnancy. I can't be trusted, really.