Next up, Thanksgiving

So I made it to my first mini-milestone.

I found staring 17 weeks of bedrest in the face to be a wee bit daunting. So instead, I broke it up a little. First was to get to Halloween. Next up, Thanksgiving. After that, Christmas!

And wouldn't you know it, on the "Today Show" this morning, Al Roker announced there were 55 shopping days left until Christmas. That means I could potentially be here for FIFTY FIVE MORE DAYS. 5-5. That's, well, that's a long time.

I have decided that the one thing that would make this bedrest much more fun is drinking games. I mean how fun would some Asshole or Three-Man be right now? It would pass the time, I would be having loads of fun and I would be d-r-u-n-k.

It's always at times like this when you really need a drink that the annoying pregnancy rules kick in.

So instead of Three-Man, my mom and I played a rousing game of Crazy 8s today, where I kicked her ass up and down Wellington Avenue. I should have played for money.

So next up, Turkey Day. In 25 short days, I will be this close to being 28 weeks. There will be a parade and a huge celebratory meal in my honor. There will be green beans and stuffing and pie -- PIE! And it will all be in honor of me making it to 28 weeks.