Wish List

Christmas is a very big deal around here, and Christmas presents are always abundant. (I know, it's not about that...). While I enjoy a nice pile of stuff on Christmas morning, I hate when I get a gift that I don't want, and that my family didn't really want to get me, but they felt obligated to buy just because it was Christmas. That's why last year when my mom asked me what I wanted I politely asked if she could just give me the cash she would have spent on my gifts so that I could use it for things I really needed (mom jeans to replace my maternity clothes, an estate tax text book, a gas bill, you get the drift). My mom was happy to avoid shopping, and I was happy to get a gift I actually needed. But... I have to say that there is something about that feeling of excitement when you see a box under the tree with your name on it and you don't know what's inside.
So this year I suggested that we make Amazon wish lists for Christmas. That way we're not buying each other a bunch of useless crap nobody wants (instead likely we'll be buying useless crap that we do want).
What's on my wish list? Some dishes that I love, some uggs, a bag, some books for Henry, a ridiculously nice camera that no one will be able to afford (but I can dream can't I?)
Some of these things are practical, others show what I really like, but all in all, the list doesn't really capture what I need right now. If I was to make a wish list just for today, this is what would be on it:

1) a maid!
2) a massage
3) someone to take Henry to go get his shots/some painless way of getting his shots
4) professional servers to work at my sister's baby shower
5) an office to retreat to in my house
6) someone to vacuum out my car
7) an otherwise harmless parasite that would cause me to suddenly drop 20 lbs.
8) a day all to myself

My awesome Target formula deal

No savvy coupon clipping or calculated sales watching this time, just pure, dumb luck. I was breezing by the baby aisles and at the end were double packs of the UP&UP brand formula. One can is usually $12, and these double packs were $19.99. They were reduced 50% so they were $9.98 for a double pack, or $5 a can. I loaded up my cart with all they had, and ended up paying about $140 for 28 cans of formula! Maybe going to Target every week is not a big waste of money... that's what I can tell myself from now on.

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

Sneaking in my not-me post in the last hour:


I did not secretly fantasize about having twins today. I realize one baby will be hard enough to handle, even if it meant I could legitimately buy adorable matching brother-sister twin outfits.

I did not realize this weekend that I could no longer take off my wedding and engagement rings. I furthermore did not get sad to think that they might never really fit again. Getting your wedding band resized is not a moral failing worthy of shame and grief.

I did not buy two pairs of maternity jeans online. I shouldn't even be thinking about spending money on maternity clothes at this point.

I did not wear said maternity jeans to class because I liked the stretchy waistband, it's way too early to be showing, and there is no justification for that.

I did not long to tell everyone in the world that I'm pregnant. That would be silly since it's so early and we haven't even been to the doctor yet.


Since this post is about my embarrassing confessions this week, I've also been thinking about some of the awesome things my husband has done for me lately. Here is just a short list of little things he has done to be loving:

1) He went shopping at the outlets to look at baby clothes with me, even though he hates shopping and had a huge paper to write.

2) He doesn't get annoyed that my upset tummy makes me less cuddly than usual.

3) He's been getting me food when I lay on the couch in a pregnant stupor.

4) He walked to school in the cold tonight to meet me as I got out of class and to carry my bookbag. I said "Thank you for carrying my books", and he said "Thank you for carrying my baby".

What a sweetie.

Vacation!

Just one more class on Friday stands between me and family vacation! Unfortunately, the class is Evidence and it is my group's turn to explain the cases.

Friday is also the day of the Newark St. Patrick's Day Parade (because of the booming Irish population in Newark), which means that we have to get our car out before the parade starts or we'll never get to leave.

But I have a game plan in mind. Bags packed and in the car, Greg waiting for me outside the school. I will do a fabulous job in class and then race outside to freedom!

Smorgasboard, here I come!


Outlet mall, here I come!


Hot tub, I might dip my feet in you since pregnant people can't go in!

Not Me Monday

Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama. You can head over to her blog to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.

I did not fail to do any homework over spring break. I had a whole week off and I would never pass up an opportunity to catch up with all of my classes.

I did not ogle overpriced baby items online in lieu of doing said homework.

I did not go into two different Marshall's to drool over teeny tiny designer outfits at rock bottom prices. I don't even know the gender yet, so it would be silly to think about clothes.

I did not procrastinate finishing my journal note until the last minute and end up turning it in 3 hours late (at 3am). I also did not watch episodes of season 2 of Alias on dvd and High School Musical 3 the same day my note was due.

I did not buy a Sunday paper and cut out 10 thousand coupons with the intention of being a coupon wizard, then go home because I was too exhausted to go grocery shopping.

I did NOT have a dream about having twins. Oh dear.

Mickey or Mac?

I would love to write an interesting, entertaining blog entry with colorful pictures and amusing sarcasm. Unfortunately, I'm completing my note for the Legislative Journal, which, no matter how I try to spin it, is not funny. If anyone needs me I will be on my couch for the next two days alternatively editing footnotes and sobbing in anguish.

I am resisting the urge to check out Disney vacations, because we are spending our tax refund on a new computer since we have managed to wear out our new laptops with a year and a half of frantic typing. Another casualty of the hell that is law school. I find it very ironic that a five-day vacation to Florida during spring break costs 5 dollars less than the laptop my husband wants to buy.

Oh well, at least I won't be the chump in my Evidence final with fading tan lines whose computer is crashing....

If money were no object....

I would have these:





And these:





Sigh.