. Adventures in Pregnancy: Part Deux .

I climbed back into bed this morning at precisely 3:43. I clambered over my snoring puppy, who - mind you - was curled up on MY side of the bed. Very quietly, I snuggled up to Le Huz. I chewed my lip.

"Aaron," I whispered. Of course he was already awake, right? I mean, I went to the bathroom, I poured a bowl of Captain Crunch, turned on some lights, watched some TV and now was crawling back into bed. How could he still be asleep?

He didn't move.

"AARON," I said a little more forcefully.

He turned to me and blinked, his eyes glassy from sleep.

"What's wrong?" Typical. Of course he'd think there was something wrong.

[My rational side of thought knows he's right - wives don't typically wake up their husbands in the middle of the night unless there is something wrong.]

"Nothing," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I just thought maybe we should buy a Ninja Blender."

He only blinked back at me.

"Seriously - it turns ice to snow."

He rolled over.

I chewed my lip.

"And it makes salsa!"

And then I heard a growl. He tugged the duvet over his shoulder and practically snarled at me to go back to sleep.

Sleep? How could I possibly sleep? I just watched the most amazing informercial on Ninja Blenders, and it's obvious to me that we can't possibly live another day at the Team Thumann Casa unless we have one.

Eventually, after fantasizing about how we could become awesome juicers and blend so many cool things - I did fall back to sleep. Only to wake up an hour later, crawl over my still-snoring dog and go pee again. And again two hours later.

{Asleep this afternoon - they didn't get a good night's rest.}

There are a lot of things that are different rolling around over here.

In the mornings, Aaron will walk through our bedroom and pick up six or seven discarded outfits and quietly toss them into the washing machine. Getting dressed around here has turned into this epic storm of cuss words and blame. It's either Aaron's fault, the dog's fault, or Gap's fault that my once comfortable clothes no longer fit.

I've googled "cankles". Save yourself. There are some things you can't unsee.

I cry when I see the Budweiser commercial with the Clydesdale horse, I cry when I see the Petco commercials, and hell - I even cried while watching Killing Lincoln on the National Geographic channel tonight.

So. As far as pregnancy goes ... I'm thinking I've nailed it so far.

xoxo, B.