a gift for luke

Keith is very excited for Luke's arrival, as previously mentioned in prior posts. Today's preparation for our child's arrival goes above and beyond anything I would have imagined. Keith decided we needed to get Luke a Transformer's Optimus Prime Voice Changing Helmet, so we have been searching various stores to find the best price and to see which stores carry said toy. Today at Target we actually bought the thing. I would like to also point out that the age on the box says that its for kids 5 years and older. Keith, I think we bought it too early.

He had to test it out *just in case* it didn't work and we had to return it. :)

Also, here is the most recent belly pic. Its been a long, hard day for my family so I don't look too thrilled. 30 weeks folks!

amendment

I think that my previous post might have saved me from a torturous day at school on Monday. No rain! Yahoo!

rainy days

I would just like to go on record saying how much I *enjoy* rainy days...as long as they are one the weekend. Today was so nice hanging around the house with Keith while it was drizzling outside. Keith was able to catch up on a lot of reading he'd been meaning to do and I was able to organize some of the things that we've gotten for Luke so far. The nap I took was so relaxing and the chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese for dinner was very yummy. Overall, a really pleasant and productive day.

HOWEVER, I am NOT looking forward to tomorrow. Rainy days just don't have the same cozy effect when you're trapped in a classroom all day with 19 kids who just want to be running around outside. Also not so much fun is the abbreviated lunch time of a mere 20 minutes. Nothing says a great day like inhaling your lunch and having no break time. Heartburn, anyone? Yes! I can't wait! (can you hear the sarcasm?)

;)

hints from a pregnant lady...

So I've had quite the few gems said to me lately as I've started to head into the home stretch of this pregnancy jazz. For all (three) of you who might read this, here are some helpful of things NOT to say to any woman with child:

You're belly is HUGE! (Wow, as if I didn't already feel like a beached whale...)

You're pants are getting a little tight, huh? (grrr...I'm already bitter that these pants aren't available with a zipper or button and that they stretch up to my chest)

My daughter who's a month ahead of you is WAY smaller. Are you sure it isn't twins? (positive)

Do you have any stretch marks yet? (why would you even ask this?!?)

How much weight have you gained? (like I'm going to tell anyone that)

Look at you...Pregnant... (you've seen me everyday for the last 6 months. What gave it away now?)

Some days I wonder if the gloriousness of my belly is making people forget manners or temporarily lose all ability to make a kind comment. Oh well.

28 weeks and counting...

So I've been looking back at pictures of my pregnancy thus far and I am amazed at how much my body has changed so far. I guess when you live through the growth, you don't fully realize the amount of change happening. Here are some pictures of progress so far:

8 weeks

18 weeks

28 weeks (and no longer showing my belly, thank you very much)

I'm very interested to see what the 38 week picture will look like. Yikes!

getting ready

It seems so incredibly strange to me that Luke will be here in *appx.* 12 weeks. Keith and I have really tried to start getting ready for his arrival and I think that sometimes we may actually be ahead of schedule. I should actually say that Keith is predominantly the one who is getting things ready. He has definitely caught the "nesting" bug out of the two of us. He's cleaned the garage (and broken the garage door in the process), initiated us buying furniture and bedding, helped my Grandpa put up the chair rail, and hasn't stopped yet. Now he wants to know what he can do to help with the decorations in the room. Slow down sweetheart! Let me catch my breath!

Anyhow, here are some recent pics of the progress in Luke's room:

Also, here is Keith's attempt at practicing how to hold a baby. At least Rosco was a willing participant...