Gobble, gobble

So with tomorrow being Thanksgiving and all, I thought I would post the top 10 things I am thankful for. How very seasonal of me.

10. I don't have the nasty dark line down the middle of this gigantic belly, making me look freakish and hairy.

9. I registered for high-quality, high-thread count sheets. Seeing as I spend all my time in bed, it is appreciated by my ass.

8. The condos across the street are not sold yet, so the people can't look in at me all day and night and see me in bed and just think I am lazy.

7. I did not purchase a $200 bridesmaid dress for the wedding I can no longer stand up in, which is taking place this Saturday. Man, that would have been one expensive-ass dust rag.

6. I am eating turkey in my own house, not the hospital. But be careful what you wish for: I have been begging Josh to let us host Thanksgiving at our house one year. But since his grandma can't travel, and we love three hours from her, it is not an option. This year? Thanksgiving at my house. I can't cook it, we have no kitchen, our dining room is full of boxes and our dining room table is not assembled. Pass the drumsticks.

5. The baby's room and guest room are finally painted! So the guests coming for the weekend no longer have to sleep in the upstairs hallway on a futon. Well, unless we feel like making them do so. For fun. Ya know, we're funny like that.

4. We are not making the thrice-annual "Trek Across Illinois and Wisconsin," which brings us such joy. Because if spending 3.5 hours in the car doesn't scream "HOLIDAY," I don't know what does.

3. I have plenty of fiber in my diet. Pooping and stitches really don't go hand in hand and, well darn it all, constipation is just no fun.

2. My husband, our families and our friends. Without their support and help, the last eight weeks would have been difficult, if not impossible.

1. The Blob staying in and reaching his milestone of 28 weeks. He is to continue cooking, like a turkey, until well after the new year. His internal temperature has not reached 185 degrees, and last time I checked, the timer on my stomach has not yet popped out. Stay in there little man, we don't want to meet you until January.