A little (or not so little) update

I'm just over 38 weeks today and we went in for an ultrasound b/c of some uncertainty about the baby's position. Turns out he's in the go position- so no worries there! He wouldn't let us see his face, but we could tell he has hair which throws me off a little b/c I thought he might be bald. And at 38 weeks he's weighing in at 7lbs, so some of you may want to rethink your weight guesses. We knew he wouldn't be small and are actually pretty happy he's ONLY 7 lbs! Now back to waiting...

You Know You're Pregnant When....

1. Your husband finds your appearance FUNNY.
2. Your husband no longer tells people you are getting bigger by the minute, but by the second (Is that even possible?!)
3. You get asked at least 10 times a day "How much longer?"
4. When you walk in to a room people chuckle and attempt to say "you look so cute" *snicker snicker*
5. When you are on the phone the other person asks, "Why are you panting?"
6. People at work are making bets on when he's coming (most all predicting before the due date b/c it couldn't be humanly possible to get that much bigger) and how much he weighs (which is also a concern of breaking human records)
7. You find it difficult to sit, stand, walk, or lie down. Oh wait what does that leave? NOTHING.
8. Someone passes you in the hallway and says, "YOU'RE still walking around here?"
9. People shake their head and say, "Better you than me"
10. The bus driver LOWERS the bus for you to get on, I kid you not, like they might do for a person in a wheel chair

Forgive me if I'm a little preoccupied with this whole pregnancy thing right now...I do plan to post about graduation and Christmas at least, I just need to upload some pics.

Baby Shower

This past Thursday, some great friends threw me a baby shower here in Gainesville. It was a lot of fun and we got some way cute stuff for baby boy. My mother-in-law took tons of pics, they are on her blog if you'd like to see more. I'm feeling a little lazy and didn't want to copy them all to mine.

Amy, Rachel, me, and Irene.

These are the party throwers themselves. They did a really good job and really went out of their way to make this a special event, I'm so grateful for such good friends!
Thanks everyone who came to the shower and for the darling gifts!

I have finals this week (along with the a terrible cold!) and then my attention turns to getting everything ready for this boy, perhaps he'll even get a name. Anyways, hopefully I'll have nursery pics soon and I'll definitely get some cute ones of the darling crib bedding Craig's mom made.

Bragging Rights

I don't generally brag, but that's what I'm about to do.
I received good grades in high school, but let's just say I haven't been a straight A student since then. HOWEVER, I received an exam back last week with a perfect score. I was quite excited because this has NEVER happened in my college career(s).
It gets better.
The professor then announces that whoever receives a perfect score on her exams gets $10! Now, my new business education tells me this is not a very good return on my investment considering the course cost $800. Fortunately, I had many more years of psychology than business classes, so I can still feel great about it!

32 Weeks 2 Days and Thanksgiving

I am doing this VERY RELUCTANTLY. Don't expect another one. If you can imagine, this is the last of 15 attempts at a picture and this is as good as it got. My lower half is deliberately cut off, my arms are strategically placed away from body to look as thin as possible (I told Craig not to cut off my elbow, that's my best feature right now), my hands are covering my love handles, and a face can only look so chubby from the side,right?! The unhappiness on my face is no act.

On a lighter note, Happy Thanksgiving! This is our Thanksgiving picture, I'm not sure what happened. I think someone said, "Craig, how do you feel about having a baby in a few weeks?"

In all seriousness, we have so much to be grateful for. We have been so blessed throughout our marriage, and in our lives, that I'm a little paranoid of something going wrong. Life cannot go this well! Of course we've had our trials and struggles, but nothing that can overshadow all the blessings. We are so thankful for our families and I for my husband and we cannot wait for this little guy to get here. I'm pretty sure we have no idea what we're doing or what we're getting ourselves into, but yet we can't wait!

I was thinking to myself...

How am I supposed to concentrate during exams when someone keeps punching me in the stomach? Then I saw this picture of what a baby should look like at 31 weeks, and I knew in fact he was punching me. Does he really have his arms in a boxing position??

Sorry if fetus pictures gross you out...they kinda do me too.

Do have a simply marvelous day!

When I go to school and work I park at the commuter lot at UF then take the bus to where I need to go. (For our nonFlorida friends...UF's campus is quite large.) I frequently have the same bus driver and every time someone requests a stop she says, "Please gather all your belongings and exit through the rear door and do have a simply marvelous day. And all that good stuff" Without fail, every day, every stop she says this and in such a chipper voice! However, I ride the bus enough to know her dark side. There are three things that quickly change her friendly mood: 1) eating on the bus, 2) putting your feet on the seats, and 3) trying to exit through the front door. These things make her very angry and she will call you out over the microphone. If you try to exit through the front door (even if no one is getting on the bus and you are sitting right beside it) she will yell at you, hold out her arms to block you, and refuse to open the door. I don't like to get in trouble so I always follow her rules. I even sit in the back of the bus so I don't forget to use the rear exit.
Tonight I was getting off the bus and she yells, "Miss, Miss! Please come to the front of the bus." I was sooo scared! As I slowly walked to the front I kept wondering what I could have done wrong and I couldn't think of anything. Everyone else was off the bus by this point. Our conversation went like this:
Me: Yes mam?
Bus Driver Lady: I don't mean to be nosy, but I noticed you rubbing your belly. Does it itch?
Me: Yes, a little. (My belly didn't itch, I think I was just rubbing it- he probably kicked or something, but I was scared so I went along with her)
Bus Driver Lady: Do you put lotion on?
Me: Yes, I've just been at school all day and haven't since I've been here.
Bus Driver Lady: Crisco. Put crisco on your belly.
Me: Oh! Well, I have this belly butter that basically is the same consistency.
Bus Driver Lady: Yep, use that and you won't have no stretch marks. I don't have a one. Is this your first?
Me: Yes.
Bus Driver Lady: Well, have a good night.
Me: Thanks, keep the tips coming! (sucking up)
I then turn to go to the rear exit as I am well trained.
Bus Driver Lady: Go ahead and get off right here.
Now this may not sound like a big deal, but I see this lady fight with kids every day sending them to the rear exit and she told me to use the front exit!! There was no greater privilege she could give me.
I can think of a lot of things to complain about right now and I'll never put Crisco on my belly, but you know what? At the end of the day I got to exit from the front of the bus. And it was a simply marvelous day.