You might have a serious case of nesting if...

... you throw away every last item in your fridge so you can "start fresh" and deep clean it. I took photographic evidence of the emptiness of my fridge, as well as the full-to-bursting garbage bags of food, but between my camera, the computer, and my pregnancy brain, they were all erased. THE HORRORS. You will have to take my word for it when I tell you that my fridge is now super-clean and all of my condiments are super-fresh.

I had no intentions of throwing all of our food away, but Steve had staff duty Saturday night and left me to my own devices when it came to cleaning up the kitchen after dinner. Obviously, I do not do much cleaning after dinner, but I do manage to box up the leftovers and shove them in the fridge. Well apparently I need someone checking behind me, because I managed to leave the fridge door open. all. night. long. And that resulted in the following foods being chucked in the garbage:

2 gallons of mine and Steve's milk
1 completely unopened package of butter
5 cups of yogurt
6 cups of organic baby yogurt
lots of cheese (some of which I painstakingly shredded myself two nights before- where's my Pioneer Woman Of The Year Award??)
various fruits that may or may not have already been past their prime
lunch meat
chicken for the next night's dinner
every last condiment you ever did see (most of them were brand spankin' NEW bottles too)
a carton of 18 eggs
FIVE half gallons of Sam's organic milk (this one hurt my heart the most, as I only buy it on sale and IT IS NOT ON SALE RIGHT NOW)
and lots of other things that probably should have been thrown out months and months ago

This did, however, provide me the opportunity to scrub down the fridge and reassess what condiments we TRULY WANT filling up the fridge door space. You know, using that gray matter to focus on the important things in life. So! Anyone who is coming to visit after Second Baby is born: My fridge is clean! And my condiments are fresh! Have at it.

My pregnant friend (the one due THIS FRIDAY. As in, TWO WEEKS BEFORE ME) came over the other day and we did our March footprint craft together.

Sam behaved as if his life were in jeopardy, when in reality, I was only asking that he not flick green paint all over my forkin' floor with his wild and crazy feet. Luckily, my body shielded the floor from most of the paint, and since I can easily reach my feet, I did not mind the extra shower at all! <Please note the extreme sarcasm.> It did not turn out as well as I'd hoped, but it was the last canvas I had in my house and I'm too lazy to run out for more at the moment.

Since we were dealing with The Child Whose Feet No Paint Should Touch, we completely forgot about the fudge we were supposed to eat, but luckily I remembered last-minute and sent her home with a bag. In light of my recent fudge addiction, I have decided that I will make fudge for the nurses at the hospital instead of the brownies I made last time. (Hint: If you want them to actually READ your birth plan, plant chocolate around it. Like moths to a flame...)
Steve, however, misunderstood my note attached to the fudge and thought that I actually wanted HIM to eat all of the fudge FOR us. And this is why I'm planning to launch an investigation to see what was REALLY injected into his eyes during that surgery. Because clearly- something is off. Why would I need HELP eating the fudge?!

Since I am unsure as to how long fudge stays "good" for in the fridge, my master plan is to just keep making fudge until I have this baby. Obviously this will do WONDERS for my waistline. Or I can keep pawning it off on friends who seem to be constantly watching Sam for me while I go to all of these last-minute appointments.
In an effort to keep fudge-making supplies in my house until D-Day, I made a trip to Kroger yesterday evening. They have the cheapest chocolate chips around, and I was also hoping on a wing and prayer that Sam's milk was on sale, just not advertised. It was not. But going there provided me the opportunity to purchase ten bags of chocolate chips.

Some people might call this excessive.

I like to think that I'm just well-prepared.

I cannot imagine what the checkout boy said about me after I left.

We made a very last minute trip to the commissary last night to purchase groceries, since all we had to eat at home was a lot of chocolate chips. And I hear that isn't so good for your teeth. So in an effort to maintain our oral hygiene, we did a power trip for groceries. We blazed through in RECORD time (checked out five whole minutes before they locked the doors) and got everything we needed. We then hauled butt home so we could get Sam in bed, cook dinner, and watch the season premiere of Army Wives. While the show is not at all realistic, I love love LOVE watching it with Steve; we crack jokes CONSTANTLY and it makes the show that much more entertaining. Next week starts the Coming Home series and I am all set to cry my eyes out to that if I can manage to stay up late enough.

Today is my GB strep test swab! YeeeeHAW! Will update you on all the fun facts associated with being 37 weeks pregnant tomorrow! Try not to be too anxious!