28 days...

I wasn't going to blog today. It does not feel like Sunday, which is generally my day to blog. Well, I should say Sunday night. I'm like a high school kid with a book report due. I sit down at about 9:40 and freak out about what I'm going to write. I cross my fingers and hope not to have too many grammatical or spelling errors and hope that I don't sound like a total dummy. So far, I think it's worked out ok. Thank goodness for spell check.

Feeling as though we've exhausted all locations around the house... we've gone to the alley

36 weeks today -- at the end of this week I will be considered full-term. Which means they will probably tell me, " you could go at anytime now". I can really feel the changes in my body. She's starting to descend. I think they call it lightening -- I don't exactly feel any sort of "lightening", but that is what they call it, nonetheless. Sleep is elusive and back pain has been progressively more present. The yoga is still helping, but at times I can't find a comfortable position to sit or lie.  I'll take one for the team though, it's all for a good cause.

28 days ... not like we're counting or anything

If you are on facebook, you can see a couple of short video clips that I've posted. http://www.facebook.com/PattyMacDonald We went in for another ultrasound. We were hooked up with a fancy new machine which takes video and also does the 3D thing, though that turned out to just be sort of creepy. I have been trying to post them on You Tube -- but apparently I am somewhat of a You Tube rube, it keeps telling me the upload has failed. I will have to figure that out before we get the real show on the road.

We're pretty sure she has Jamie's Fred Flintstones feet.

Not a ton to speak of this week. Doctor, Yoga, Work, repeat. Seems to be a pattern these days. This weekend we've been fairly productive, we've made lists and actually accomplished most of the items on those lists. Jamie has continued to work his tush off and even picked up and extra shift with his second job this weekend -- so at this moment he is napping peacefully on the couch, which also seems to be a pattern these days -- bless his heart.

sorry... I can't stop looking at these pictures of her little mouth and nose

Tomorrow we are hosting the annual Memorial Day brunch here at the house. It is supposed to be quite nice (well, nicer than it's been -- not 98) and we have a good crew of people who are planning to attend. I'm looking forward to the food (of course) and the chance to show off the baby's room. It's always a lovely, laid-back gathering of family and friends. If it's cool enough, we'll have a fire and hang out in the backyard.

Tuesday is June 1, my birthday! Every year, I make no plans and tell people I don't do much for my birthday, and then I seem disappointed when nothing happens. It is silly. This year will most likely be much the same. You can rule out a wild raucous night at the Wild Onion, that's for sure. Jamie's co-workers are having a little shower for him and I've been invited to make an appearance. I am only asking for one thing this year. It is not expensive and not heavy and not breakable. Just one thing. All I want is -- a winning lottery ticket. Is that too much to ask? Message me for our address :)

Lots-o-love from our house to yours!