Wow it seems like forever since I last wrote...I am falling behind!  Or, am I falling asleep?  Seriously, the third trimester is making its debut ahead of schedule.

I finally ordered some fabric to make a crib skirt.  I searched different fabric stores for something pastel and floral - similar to the fabric of the robes I got for my bridesmaids - when it hit me, why not just order some yardage from the same person I bought the robes from.  The only downside was she was unable to send color samples so I had to take a guess as to what would look best.  This was especially hard because the color I liked most looked way different in the different pictures.  I decided to take a chance and order it anyway.  The color I decided to go with the pastel mint green.  You can see the fabric here.  After searching the web for tutorials, I finally found a couple that seem like they would work wonders.  I really love the dust ruffle look, and it needed to be easy as I am an amateur sewer.  I plan on using a hybrid of this tutorial (side note - I LOVE the Swiss dot fabric she used) and this tutorial. Now, I am just hoping my mom got the hint that I really want a sewing machine for my birthday (if not, when she reads this post it should be super clear) so I can start all of my sewing projects right after we move.  More to come on the crib skirt later.

Next in news:  last night, in a hazy state, I seriously considered investing in Depends - yes the diapers that are for adults.  For a few short weeks I was able to make it through the night without having to go to the bathroom as long as I went right before bed and slept no longer than 8 hours.  I miss those weeks.  I cannot make it through the night anymore without having to get up.  It doesn't help that baby girl has learned a new trick called kick mommy in the bladder.  I hate that moment when I wake up with the urge to go but I am soooo tired.  I think to myself: which would be worse, getting up but not being able to fall back asleep, or, lying in bed and staying warm but uncomfortable for a few hours because I really have to go.  I have this internal fight with myself every night, but it usually ends with me going to the bathroom.  Also, poor Dave, he usually wakes up when I get back into bed because I always manage to crawl over one of his limbs (this may partially be because I have mastered the art of getting up, going to the bathroom, and returning to bed with my eyes closed...well almost mastered.)