She is glowing

"Yes, Nicole - I'm pregnant. Now get that #$!% camera out of my face."

Isn't Jill beautiful? I can't believe there's a baby in there! Jill will be mad at me for posting this picture of her, but I don't care. I think everyone is going to be as amazed as I am. Unless, of course, they've been pregnant before... which I'm quite sure most of my friends haven't. Except for maybe Ryan.

In all seriousness, Jill is going to be a fantastic mom. She has already prepared the baby's room (including the cutest Finding Nemo light switch) and she's not even due until July. I can't wait to meet her baby and buy baby clothes for him because he's going to be so cute. I mean, look at Jill - she's adorable and she's the mom.

Jill and Dave already have a couple names picked out, but does anyone have any suggestions for a male name? I'm curious to see what you guys will come up with.

Does anyone else smell baby powder? No? Just me? Okay.

I'm not going to wish you luck honey, because you don't need it. You're going to do awesome.

Cutest puppy in the whole world

Meet Radar, Ross and Jamie's dog. Couldn't you just die?

Dick in a Box

Okay, I'm posting this because it's friggen hilarious. If you haven't had the pleasure of already seeing this SNL short, proceed with caution if you are at work, unless your boss is not offended by numerous repeats of the word "dick".

Pictures of my new place

I've included a close up of my kitchen countertop because I would love some feedback as to what color appliances I should buy. As you can see, the cupboards are white. I'm leaning towards black appliances... what do you think?

Whoever said size doesn't matter hasn't had one this big

Are you calling me fat?

The new boy really has something against fat chicks. This bothers me, but not that much, because I’m not fat ... anymore. When seeing pictures of the “old” me, he feels the need to remind me that he would have never talked to me if I still looked like that.

I can only appreciate his blunt honesty. And hope that most guys think this way, and my boy isn’t an exception - he just happens to speak his mind.

Yesterday I ate some peanut butter, and by “some” I mean about 1 cup. I love peanut butter – and because I can’t eat it on crackers, I simply eat it out of the jar with a spoon. (Judge me all you want – the other peanut butter lovers will understand where I’m coming from.) Anyhow, peanut butter makes my stomach puff out substantially like most sugary products do. (I should also mention that I pigged out on chips at mom’s party this past weekend.) When The Boy came over for his weekly steak dinner last night, he made a comment that my “stomach has gotten bigger.”

I can only assume he saw the look on my face and quickly added, “Just kidding.” I calmly and honestly explained to him that I was a chubby kid and a fat girl, and I’m very aware of my physical appearance and do not need to be reminded. And, just like how I will never understand his deep-seeded passion for Oilers hockey (or why he gets so grumpy when they lose), he will never understand the pressure that girls feel to be physically perfect or the extreme self-consciousness that comes from it. I added that if I gained 10 pounds and he chose to dump me because of it, he should lie to me about why he’s ending the relationship and not scar me for life and tell me that it’s because I’m fat.

Now I’m off to do some sit-ups.