Andi Pandi

So the long awaited London pics are forthcoming...It has just been hard with all the vomiting and the aching and the crying to get motivated, but today? Is the day.

So, we got there very early in the morning and could not check into our hotel yet and the pubs didn't do lunch until 11am...so we thought it would be a brilliant idea to go to this outdoor farmer's market thingie in Notting hill...but that turned out to be a disaster because we were both exhausted and there were no fewer than 2000000 people with the same idea.

Some displays were missing from the art museums, and we were so slap happy that we made up our own art...today this is called Puking Beauty...Couldn't quite determine why I had an upset tummy all the time...

This made me giggle like a 14 year old japanese girl...

Four crabby dead guys and one steve....Five points to the person who can tell me who is who!

Thanking God that I was not the only tourist that chose a Bright! Red! Coat! that day...Oh, and Westminster Abbey...

Our entire hotel room. Two paces in; One pace to the left. The end.

Starbucks on every corner and in every museum. Note: This was BEFORE i knew i was pregnant.  I was NOT trying to kill the baby with a double latte. Repeat: I didn't know yet!

Kensington Palace.  On the ONE DAY it was warm and sunny...

Okay, I am running out of memory (computer, not me), so i will have to put more pics up later!

Oh, except this one:

I had to cut my head off because it looked so awful from feeling pukey all day!  This was Easter: 10 weeks!

If you are here, then you likely already know all of this information, but in the unlikely event that you are an Actual Fan of my site, it is time to fill you in on some critical developing news:

1. Getting Married!  Steve and I have finally worked it all out and are feeling pretty good and are planning to get married on the 3rd of July at the Bellagio in Vegas...

2. Don't Panic!!  If you can't make it to vegas with us, we are gonna have a kick-ass reception when we get back with (of course) an open bar enough to make elephants drunk...

3. Except me, because I am PREGNANT!! so, no drinking, but I will love seeing everyone I love stumble around and mumble things about "i knew THAT girl was knocked up".

In other news (but only quasi-interesting to most people)...I feel like shit.  Most of the time.  There are these little periods of time that sneak up on me and i feel like normal and i have so much to get done! that i have to run all around! and buy stuff! and wait...feel like shit again...sigh...

I am not exactly sure how a baby is going to be able to grow from saltine crackers, ginger ale and orange tic tacs, but am hoping that it will somehow be "enough".

I am barely starting to "show"...to me? it is enormous because i am used to not being fat, but chubby and right now i just look fat...really fat.

And the burping and farting? uuuuugh!  No one tells you that this could happen...I read somewhere about "mild flatulence" but nowhere did it say "you will fart so loud that you will wake yourself up and be too embarressed to roll over and admit it was you to your Steve".  Also, I can burp my name now...I sound like a trucker.  (Notice: no truckers were harmed in the publication of this blog.  any and all information was fictious and any resemblence to fact is a total coincidence and word....so before you get all "truckers are fucking awesome and dont burp that much" please refer yourself to the part of this blog where I tell you that "I dont care" and "go away").

Bought my first round of maternity clothes, but haven't really worn them yet...I dont want to be the moron that wore them too early...but am really tired of looking like i buy all of my clothes two sizes too small...

So now...to come full circle, you can all see why little Bodi had to go live on an apple farm in Vermont...my shit was already throwing up enough WITHOUT him having diarrhea on the floor for me to clean up...

So be happy for me, okay? Because i am finally fucking happy! yay me!

So, because of several things, but mostly my refusal to clean up diarrhea even ONE MORE TIME...Bodi has gone to live with new people...

After two weeks without sleep, without sanity and without cleanliness of my carpet, I realized that Bodi would have to go and live somewhere else...

In typical Bodi style, he went out with a bang though...He came in from pooping and had diarrhea all over my carpet and then sat in it and spun around in it and then leaned up against me and got it on my Ann Taylor suit.  and then I threw his ass in the crate and sat down on my bed and sobbed...but I didn't realize that I had somehow gotten some of the diarrhea poo on my butt (maybe when i bent down to put bodi in the crate?) and THEN i sat on my pretty bed...So the crying got worse...

At that exact moment the lady from the rescue place came and knocked on my door.  And do you know what I did next?  I took the little shit-covered dog and just handed him to her, thanked her, and closed the door...

And then spent the next hour and a half cleaning shit off of every surface of my home...

I hate to have given up, but for reasons that will become more clear in a few weeks, it HAD to happen...