I'm uploading a new belly picture in honor of my new digital camera. John and I had a discussion this weekend about things to get done before the baby arrives and it turns out having an operating camera took priority over most things. I figured my mother wouldn't care if the baby had no place to sleep, no clothes and no diapers...if she doesn't get to see a non-pixelated picture of her grandbaby within the first hours of its' birth...things will get ugly. I'm seeing images of the local authorities and Child Protective Services showing up at the hospital to arrest me on the grounds of being a bad mother. Of course, the lesson in all this is: Always listen to your mother.
Baby Thor is now a little over 34 weeks old. We've been going back and forth in a little argument about who has rights to the space under my ribs for the past few days. Let's just say: this battle ain't over. Although, I'll admit that it is difficult to drive and push a little wiggling butt out of your ribs at the same time. Luckily, the babe and I have set our differences aside and decided the only thing that will make both of us happy today is a delicious pulled pork sandwich for dinner. (It should be the Gamelin motto: Food makes everything better) I've never been much of a crock pot cook, but we'll see how this one works out. If anything goes wrong, luckily I can just blame it on the crock pot, since it's doing most of the actual work anyway.
I honestly can't say I've achieved much since my last post. John and I have been keeping to the Tri-Cities for the most part. The family has been steadily working on our pool room/ kitchenette project to get ready for the big BBQ this Saturday. I, personally, tend not to make a lot of quick progress on anything lately, as my brain seems to be on hiatus pretty frequently. Needless to say, I've toned down my long-term goals for before the baby gets here. My main priority now is to nap as much as possible. After that, I spend most of my time trying to remember to a) write things down on a list so I remember to do them and then b) remember to look at the list that I have made of things to do. In between these two grueling tasks, I tend to get side tracked by shiny objects or obsessively organize silly things like our Q tips. And since no one wants to hear about how my dry erase markers are now organized by color, I appear to have accomplished very little. But let me tell you, this pea-sized brain is racing!
Since I have nothing to brag about (Aside from incubating the coolest person you will ever know), I'll brag on my husband who climbed a MOUNTAIN yesterday. And surprisingly, today at work, his legs feel like he just climbed a mountain! His new vendetta is to get in shape before the baby gets here, hoping this will translate into having more energy for the little sumo wrestler to suck out of him. Also, apparently, getting into shape in 6 weeks involves climbing mountains multiple times a week, and I remain a supportive wife because he lets me sit at the bottom of the mountain, eating snacks, waiting for him to come back down.
I wish I had a picture of the afore mentioned mountain and more importantly, how John's head cleverly appears to be the same size, but this all brings us back to the fact that I didn't have a working camera until yesterday afternoon. Instead, I'll show you proof that John's head is at least as big as Haystack Rock...and that was the face he made while climbing up his mountain.
