Predictions

It’s predicted that December 29 I’ll have this baby. Anyone else care to wager in on this little game?
My family is eerily equipped with some sort of sixth sense, if they’re not having dreams about the situation they’re getting “feelings” and never have they been wrong. My oldest brother always dreams about the sex of the baby before it’s born, he has yet to be proven otherwise. He dreamt we’re having a girl.
When my sister in law was pregnant I kept having dreams and insights that she was pregnant. When my sister went into labor with her baby, I had stomach pains … and last night my step mom told me she’s been dreaming that I’ll have the baby early. Dec. 29 to be exact.
I don’t think that

Doctor appt. update

I had a doctors appointment this morning – we’re now down to meeting every week. How exciting! Everything is good and normal. I’m 35 1/2 weeks pregnant and measuring ar 37 weeks. So we’re looking at an 8 pounder, approximately.
Other than that nothing too new or exciting is going on. Still kicking vigorously and has the hiccups every day. I’m so excited to meet this person. I just can’t wait to see who’s been in there and finally put a face to a name šŸ˜‰

Supermom

I’m totally in the category of being a super mom right now. I just successfully TRIPPLED a batch of chocolate chip cookies without a calculator or the frustrating need to start all over – (uh, I’m tripling the batch because Aaron’s taking them to Wilderness … and because doubling the batch wasn’t task enough … I needed to make 75 cookies for 7 guys, not 40.)
All the while making a grocery list and REMEMBERING what it is I’m out of that needs replenishing, all the while updating this site, all the while cleaning the kitchen and keeping the pans in a rotation for the oven.
Now insert crying baby who’s hungry but needs to be changed and just threw up all over my shoulder … and the phone’s ringing with the UPS guy waiting for my signature … I can totally do this.

Take my license away, seriously.

I shouldn’t be allowed to drive a car anymore in this pregnancy. Lets just recap the horrific ordeal I voluntarily put myself through in a parking lot yesterday.
I went downtown Holland to enjoy a little of the festivities with some coffee from the local hot spot, JP’s. There is a limited amount of parking in downtown Holland, because … well – I don’t know why, we’re popular. So I see there’s a space available in-between a minivan and a jeep. No problem, I take it. Done deal, right?
Except that neither the minivan nor the jeep were correctly parked in their allotted spaces, leaving the parking space I took big enough for a motorcycle. Yet, I still parked my car there.
And by the grace of God I actually got out of my car. If the owner of the minivan was present they would have looked on horrified at the big pregnant belly literally smushing and squeezing to get through the door and out of the car. It was a sight.
But not as much of a sight as getting back into the car. A woman near by was getting her child out of the car and into the stroller – she actually stopped mid air with child and watched in utter disbelief as I had to climb through the passenger side of my car to gain access to the drivers side.
Uh huh, and I drive a Honda civic 5 speed – so, although there’s ample seating while in the car, there isn’t ample move from seat to seat room, and there’s a shifting mechanism and an E-brake in the way. I sat on both of them, amazed that neither broke off and that they all functioned normally as I began to drive away.
And the image you have in your head should include me with my head leaning against the drivers side window, my butt sitting on the consul in the middle of the car, my left foot wiggling around trying to get my body to straighten itself and my right foot sticking STRAIGHT up in the air. Oh and my belly, on the steering wheel.
It took me a good 5 minutes to get into my car, all the while onlookers and passerby’s stopped to make sure I was ok. And the lady with the baby – yeah … she was still staring.

MMMMMM, pineapple ….

I can’t stop eating pineapple. My tongue is soon going to reek havoc on my ability to taste anything. But I love the pineapples so much. And they’re so cold after being the fridge. I just can’t stop with the eating of the pineapples.
Well – until it’s gone. Then I have to stop. And that my friends, is a sad sad day.