Monday, January 31, 2011

Update: 34 weeks

Thirty-four weeks!

I'm tired, I'm moody, and every now and then I have to stop and try (and fail) to catch my breath because the baby is crowding out my lungs.  

I want a crispito.

Sleep is disturbed and all-too brief.

Obviously, everything is right on track!

I move less, and the baby moves more, and then we both grow.  I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon, and after this week I'll start going every week.  This baby event is moving right along!

This is what I read about the baby's growth this week: "Your baby now weighs about 4 3/4 pounds (like your average cantaloupe) and is almost 18 inches long. Her fat layers — which will help regulate her body temperature once she's born — are filling her out, making her rounder. Her skin is also smoother than ever. Her central nervous system is maturing and her lungs are continuing to mature as well. If you've been nervous about preterm labor, you'll be happy to know that babies born between 34 and 37 weeks who have no other health problems generally do fine. They may need a short stay in the neonatal nursery and may have a few short-term health issues, but in the long run, they usually do as well as full-term babies." (Source.)

Um, I actually hadn't been worried about preterm labor, but thanks for bringing it up and reminding me.  Even if the Internet says it's okay to have the baby now, I think I'll wait.  She can put the finishing touches on her nerves and lungs and cuteness while we continue to make a place for her in our home.

We're far less prepared than I thought we'd be by now.  And I'm far calmer about it than I thought I'd be.  There are a few things I'd like to take care of pretty soon (finding a pediatrician is a big one), but I'm okay with everything else.  Maybe it's the tiredness talking, or maybe everyone's prayers for me to not be one of those crazy pregnant women (or for me to not be ..... myself while pregnant) have paid off.  Maybe it's because I'm so busy with work.  Or maybe it's hormones.  Or maybe I'm deluded. 

Or maybe I'm just really looking forward to this new chapter in our lives.

Whatever the reason, I'm happy to be calmly looking forward to my baby's arrival.  We have diapers and a car seat and sleepers and blankets and a basket where she can probably sleep until she's 5 (it looked smaller on the website!).  So we're nearly ready for a newborn.

My friends decided to help me along even more with this nesting/preparation process by giving me a shower this weekend!

The most sturdily constructed diaper cake in the world. 
Most photos by Laine, using my camera.


This came in the biggest box ever.  I know this because my generous friends sent me home with the leftovers.  Oh cake.

Everything was so cute and so perfect.

From the rug that just so happened to be in the room we used for the shower.... the great decor on the tables.
 After a great little luncheon, I opened presents.

Sara took notes.

Laine took awkward photos of me.

I should not be photographed right now.  I just shouldn't.  I promise that I am really excited about this nice ear thermometer.

Faith carried the owl theme pretty far, and even incorporated it into her wrapping job of the glitter bibs she gave me.  I am not joking.  Glitter.  Bibs.

 Left to right: Lynn, Mrs. Dicy, Mrs. Joy (Lynn's mom and a super sweet lady), Brook, Kelly, Jen, Alana, Jen G., Sarah, Mom, Jessi, Faith, Laine, and Sara.

When we were lining up for this picture, Mom exclaimed "I want to stand by Jessi because she's fun!" and Dad made sure to come by before and after the shower to visit a little with Alana and Kelly (and Kelly's husband!  I know my parents were excited to meet him.).  And my friends liked seeing my family.  And my family liked seeing my friends.  And I .... am still overwhelmed and vaguely stressed.

I love seeing friends and family.  And I love food and visiting and presents.  But I get so overwhelmed!  I always leave showers convinced that I didn't visit enough with people, or long enough, or that I didn't adequately convey my gratitude and excitement, or that when someone at my shower has a wedding or a baby or a birthday my contributions to their party or my gift will definitely not match their creativity and generosity and they'll be let down.

And I don't even know who to thank for that diaper cake!  I deconstructed it yesterday to save space and I was completely blown away by its sturdiness.  And the fact that I now have close to 200 disposable diapers in the newborn size.  (Diapers were a popular gift at my last shower as well.)  Whoa. Nelly.

You are all getting the most gushing, most glitter-encrusted, most effusive thank-you notes I can possibly write.  (Did I mention that Alana has decided her fabulous hosting duties include sending me stamps for thank-you cards [she also sent me home with 2 boxes of thank-you cards, just in case]?  I cannot handle this.)  

And I know our little circle of friends gets really excited about theme parties (see Brook's annual Ugly Christmas Sweater parties, Jessi's White Trash birthday party, or Mandy's Steel Magnolias bridal shower), but wow.  

Alana has been scheming and sending out mass emails and collating ideas for months (possibly from the week I told her we were having a baby).  Faith made owls.  Mandy made these adorable cookie favors and couldn't come to the shower because she was sick, so she made Jason meet Alana on her way to the shower.  Kelly came in from far, far away.  When Sarah said I 'had' to take home the pretty yellow flowers from the shower, she was sending me home with a vase as well.  Mrs. Joy embroidered a bunch of cute little baby items that I have to give back to her when the baby's born and named so that everything can be monogrammed!  Brook did the same thing with a beautiful silver jewelry box.  Several people gave the baby presents she'll use in about 2 years or so.  

I am grateful and tired and hormonal and my house is littered with baby-themed gift bags and I'm overwhelmed and don't even know where to start with the thank-yous because I'm drowning in an embarrassment of riches.

(I'm also very melodramatic today.)

I know, I know.  My problems are heart-wrenching.

I've said right from the very beginning that we are having a very lucky baby to have so many friends and family excited to meet her and pray for her and spoil her and celebrate her.  But wow.  The closer we get to her birthday, the happier I am for her to meet all of you.  As special and exciting as this experience has been, our friends and families have made it even richer with their sincere enthusiasm and encouragement and generosity and sheer awesomeness. 

Thank you.

 My family followed me home and helped me unload the car.  Then we sorted through clothes and toys by size and sent some things home with Mom and Dad.  Later, I took some more things over to Dicy's house to store there, and to wash the littlest baby clothes and her bedding and blankets.  We're set for the first month or so!

I was feeling cute (humor me), so I had Cody take this picture.  Kelly made a hair pin for the baby's present, and then I wore it.  It saved my superbad hair day even more than covering it with a hat did.

Mandy's amazing favors, and the wand Brook put on her present.  I was holding it in between present-opening until Sara took it from me and started waving it above her head and singing "My Country Tis of Thee".  Then wand time was over.

Also, here's my present from Erin!  She gave me a diaper travel case, and some really pretty burp cloths with birds (but no cages) on them!

This past week has been a good one: I saw my lovely friends, had a nice afternoon with most of my family, the baby got some amazing presents, it didn't snow, we organized a lot of the baby's things into more manageable piles, the weather was beautiful, Cody and I went on a date, I finally figured out how I'm going to make the baby's afghan right as Michaels decided to have a sale on the yarn I want to use, and, oh yes, I saw some lovely friends at my lovely shower.

Week 33 was important!

If you read through all of this, you deserve some kind of prize.  So here is a link to Kelly's post about the shower. It's so sweet!  And cute!  It makes me wish I had an iPhone.  Or even knew how to get cell phone pictures to the Internet.  I think that has something to do with Internet on your phone.  Which I don't have.  Anyway, thank you for a lovely post, Kelly!

Friday, January 28, 2011

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Compare and contrast: the Capitol

This is what the Capitol looked like last week.

But this is what it looked like last March.

 It's lovely and encouraging to remember that the view can go from this

 to this

in just a few weeks.

Very lovely and encouraging indeed.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Looking forward

It's the middle of the week and these are things I'm looking forward to (some things are a little more long-term than others):

Making banana nut bread.  Mine is good, I must say.

 Learning some knitting techniques with Elizabeth Zimmerman.  I checked out this DVD from the library on Saturday.  On Sunday, I woke up feeling terrible and then took a few hits from my inhaler, which doesn't exactly make me feel good.  So I spastically washed dishes and bumped into things around the house and finally settled myself on the couch with this playing in the hopes of calming myself down by watching this nice older lady star in a poorly produced PBS special.  Wow.  I watched the first lesson and was delighted to learn that I've been doing stitches the easy and 'correct' way for the past 15 years or so.  But when she told knitters who cast stitches on the incorrect way "You are truly tragic figures, because no one can ever help you" with a solemn and sincere face, I knew I was absolutely going to love her forever.  I pulled out some circular needles and tried to make the ribbing stitch from the first lesson, realized I had the wrong size, and bought the right size that very afternoon.  It's been nearly 3 days and now I'm ready to try Lesson 2 and see what I'm going to do next on the Beginner's Hat!

Making cards.  Valentines, thank-you notes, birthday cards.  I'm ready.

Finishing a scarf.  You know that big fat green yarn that every crafting person has?

I'm pretty sure as soon as you saw the green yarn you said "Ohhhhh!  Yeah, that."
Even Laine has some and she doesn't do yarn things!  I liked her Christmasy use for it.
I had some left over and decided to buy a fat crochet hook and make a scarf!  And then I wound up buying more yarn to finish the scarf.  Well!  I think I've got a couple more feet to go, and then I'll take a picture and show you.

Finishing another scarf.  I have some brown Fisherman's Wool left over from another project and I'm crocheting a scarf out of that, too.  I'm nearly finished!

Making more scarves.  I'm trying to build up my Christmas reserves because, well, I plan on being a little too busy to work on scarves like I typically do next Christmas.

The day my hair will be long enough for me to tuck behind my ear--and then it will stay there.  Back in June, I was cutting my hair and thought it would be hilarious to give myself bangs.  It wasn't.  And no, I was not pregnant at the time.  Like other projects in my life right now, the waiting and growing takes time.

I have a baby shower this weekend!  I'm going to throw on a dress and see my friends!  We will have a lovely time.  I love getting presents.  I even got one yesterday from my friend Erin because she was in town.  It's craftastic and cute and girlish and sweet.  I'll take some pictures soon because it's all sewn and covered in bird fabric and superadorable.

The day I actually take pictures of all the things I say I'll photograph at some point.

The day I catch Cody laughing and get video of it.  If you've never witnessed it, you have no idea what your life is lacking.  It's hysterical and always makes me smile.

Kevin Brockmeier's new book coming out on February 1.  I'm glad I held on to some of my Barnes & Noble gift cards.  Did I tell you I saw him in Barnes a couple of weekends ago?  I did.  I didn't get a picture because we were both looking at magazines and I was holding my breath and some of my friends were watching me nervously to make sure I didn't take a picture or do something embarrassing.  I'm pretty sure that's why Cody holds my purse a lot of the time.  Because he knows if there's something (someone) I want to take a picture of, I will. He also didn't think I was joking when I said I wanted to check Kevin Brockmeier's license plate number (I think he drives a Prius!). 

Holding my baby.  This is pretty much a gimme, but one of Laine's friends had her little girl this morning and I've seen a picture and darn it, I want a newborn too!  Kind of.  I think I can wait a little longer.  It's probably best for both of us.  But I have to say, sometimes I go through google images to look at cute babies when I'm grouchy and I did that this morning and those babies just were not cute!  I'm sure mine will be lovely and then I can look at her tons.

The literary festival.  I'm going.  I'm taking my baby.  I'm getting my new Kevin Brockmeier book signed by Kevin Brockmeier.  And maybe I'll get him to sign the baby.  Kidding!  I think.  I'll take pictures either way.  I mean it.

A new My Morning Jacket album.  Awesome.

Making Cody laugh.  I'll try to have the camera ready.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Typo Tuesday: Typos Can Ruin Your Date

Cody and I went to the grocery store this weekend.  Going to the grocery store is typically a pleasant experience for us.  We treat it like a Sunday afternoon date--we flirt, mock the tastes of the other person, and feel excited over our shared love of frozen pizza and fresh produce.


Sometimes the experience is somewhat marred.  Maybe the store is out of butternut squash.  Or the bananas look scary.  Or, if you want to really want to walk out of the store with jarred senses, the ad in your buggy looks like this:

Even the not-quite-cute baby knows something is wrong.
 I freaked out--loudly--in the middle of an aisle, made Cody stop pushing the buggy, and pulled out my camera (which I carry around with me for occasions such as this) so that I could record this monstrosity and share it with you.

Fram.  Fram.  Fram.

I can barely take it.

I certainly can't understand it.

The logo at the top says "State Farm Insurance"!!!  Farm!!!  This is not a difficult word, and yet this embarrassing slip-up is plastered on every buggy in the Kroger on Rodney Parham because someone did not take the time to carefully read over the ad!

I really don't think this is going to help this nice lady's business.


Monday, January 24, 2011

Update: 33 weeks

33 weeks.  Whee....  This is really my face after my cup of coffee.

I have been pregnant for 33 weeks.

That is a really long time.

I tried to do some math on how many times a night I get up to go to the bathroom or to find a more comfortable position, multiplied by all the nights I've been pregnant, but then I stopped because I'm terrible at math and I don't want to depress myself.  So here I sit, with my fatigue headache and my puffy face, enjoying the fact that my 33 week old passenger is either content to be still or sleeping.  Either way, my ribs are safe for now.

I told Cody this weekend that my ribcage would get bigger during this adventure because growing babies need lots of room and in order to get it, they expand your ribs.

He was a good sport and said he thought it was cool.

Cody's a pretty good sport in general.  My new favorite activity is to clumsily drop something on the floor, sigh heavily, and stare at him pitifully until he picks it up for me.  He also has to carry my purse.  And make some kind of smooth recovery when I ask him questions like "How long has my belly been purpleish?"  (The skin on my belly looks like it's working really hard right now.  Probably because it is.) while he's just trying to take a shower.

In case you're wondering, about 2 weeks and he thinks I'm really beautiful like this.  I don't know how long I'll keep buying that line, but it will probably be for as long as he keeps saying it.

We're both nesting a bit more these days.  We find ourselves having discussions about baby detergents and car seat safety.  Yesterday we had to buy the baby a toy box.  It's a multicolored basket Cody saw over the weekend and really, really, really wanted to buy for the baby.  Since Cody very rarely wants to really, really, really buy something, I went for it.  Plus, it was cute.  And will be a nice place to hold things.  I'm reading a book about nursing and he's reading a book about pregnancy and birth.  We're making plans and hashing out ideas and enjoying these last few weeks of 'just the two of us' time while growing increasingly excited about the day when our daughter is out in the world.

I think I may be a little more excited about that than Cody, but that's probably just because Cody can still bend over without feeling like he just killed his lungs.  Also, Cody did not have to promise two separate supervisors that he would not walk to his car during last week's little snow/ice/slush flurry.  Nor did he have to assure a co-worker that he can still drive with a belly even during inclement weather (I am not kidding). 

While I become more and more of an invalid, the baby is fleshing out into a complete-looking little person.  This is what I read about the baby this week: "This week your baby weighs a little over 4 pounds (heft a pineapple) and has passed the 17-inch mark. He's rapidly losing that wrinkled, alien look and his skeleton is hardening. The bones in his skull aren't fused together, which allows them to move and slightly overlap, thus making it easier for him to fit through the birth canal. (The pressure on the head during birth is so intense that many babies are born with a conehead-like appearance.) These bones don't entirely fuse until early adulthood, so they can grow as his brain and other tissue expands during infancy and childhood." (Source.)

Aw, she's getting fat! 

I'm trying to keep from dwelling too much on that soft skull business.  I know it's necessary, but I'm just praying she has a full head of hair so that Cody can't see her soft spot.  He really has an intense dislike for soft spots.  Maybe he'll be so distracted with her fingers and toes that he won't notice.  I'm kind of hoping that works for me as well.

I'm sure she'll be cute and lovely regardless.  

We can't wait.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Happy Friday list in the dead of winter

It's Friday, so I want to make a happy list!

First off, this is a picture of flowers.  
Flowers bloom in spring.  Remember spring?  
I'm looking forward to it.
  • My mother-in-law read a while back that a bunch of pink tulip bulbs were being planted around our part of town so that they'd be up in time for some kind of event.  She decided it was in honor of the baby.  I like the idea of that.
  • I was off work on Monday.  Cody is off work every Monday.  We slept in and had lunch with some of my family and browsed Barnes with Mom, Dad, and Dallas.  Then we went to my doctor appointment and Sears.
  • I found out my doctor is a big fan of just putting the baby on your stomach immediately after birth.  I've been a happy camper all week long because I worried about having this normal, healthy baby and then not getting to hold her as soon as she was born and I don't think anyone needs to guess what would happen if that was the case.  (Disclaimer: I'm all for necessary medical interventions.  If something's wrong with the baby's heartbeat or breathing or whatever, then she can be whisked far away to be with medical professional people and you won't hear any complaints from me.  But if everything is fine and dandy, then you can wait a little bit to take her from me and clean her up and check off items on your hospital standard practices list.)
  • My baby.  Awesome.
  • It's been a good week for crocheting.
  • I've had some nice hair days.
  • It's been a good week for card-making....or it was until I ran out of cards.  Dang, I'm a machine.
  • I've had some lovely comments on my posts this week.  Thank you!
  • I went home early yesterday and was taken to my parking spot by my very own husband.
  • Cody went home early yesterday as well!  We got to spend the evening together on our seven-year anniversary.
  • We ate calzones and watched TV and it was perfect.
  • I actually had to show Cody how to make calzones.  I don't show him how to do cooking things very often.  Or ever.
  • I skipped going to the laundromat earlier in the week so that I could stay home and paint my nails.  Now I feel pretty.
  • I really do enjoy giant maternity clothes.  I mean that.
  • I'm wearing a big ol' plaid maternity shirt.  Awesome.
  • We have an expected high of 44° on Saturday.  
  • I have some productive, yet fairly relaxing, weekend plans that involve crafting and reading.
  • I saw a whole lot of family people this week.
  • Martha Stewart is doing just fine now.
  • I have a new Martha Stewart Living and a new issue of Real Simple waiting for me to read them!
  • I have a nice selection of books to look forward to.
  • I have a lot to look forward to in general.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

January 20 is a good day

Cody and I have been together for 7 years!

I'm so glad.

I'm pretty sure he is, too.

Cody and me at Christmas.  He is superpumped to be in a picture with me.

He was still asleep when I left for work this morning, so I called him to wish him a happy anniversary and to ask him to deliver some thank-you cards to his family.  When I told him we'd been together for 7 years today he responded with "Awesome."

I'd have to agree.

It's been fun.

He's sweet and hardworking and smart and funny and he tells me I'm pretty.

He's a good cook.

He makes the bed most days.

He carries my purse.

He dances a lot.

I think we should keep going.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

A present, a friend, a story

Really, I just needed to show you this picture again.

I thought I'd say just a little bit more about my baby shower from this weekend.  People were very nice about indulging me in the comments from the last post, so I thought I'd talk about it again.  By the way, thank you for being so sweet in the comments!
Plus, I thought Dallas might enjoy a post about himself because he's braving orthodontic drama and, really, who doesn't like being blog famous?


This is my friend, Dallas, with me at my shower.

I'm glad I wore boots that gave me at least a little extra height.

Dallas and his family gave me some lovely gifts (about 1/3 of my Sears registry) and then Dallas made his own selections with his own money and gave me a present specifically from just him.

It's no secret that Dallas has always been very adept at picking out cards and gifts. 
He's a good judge of personalities, and has been a gift and card-picking pro since he was 3 or 4 years old.

I'm not kidding.

Let me tell you a story about that because, well, I like this story:

In the summer of 2005, Dallas was taking swimming lessons.  He really seemed to love them.  One afternoon, a day or so before his mom's birthday, the lesson was nearly over and it was time to go.  I'd already told him  that after swimming lessons, we could go to the drugstore next to the city pool and get a card for Mommy.  (He really liked the drugstore near the pool.  I don't know.)

He wouldn't get out of the pool.

I reminded him we were going card-shopping.

He wouldn't get out of the pool.

Students for the next class were arriving.

He wouldn't get out of the pool.

(Neither of us were at our best that afternoon.  Just keep that in mind.  We've both grown a lot since then.)

I walked into the kiddie pool, snatched him up, wrapped him in his towel, and carted him off to my car while he fussed and my blue jeans dripped everywhere.

Teachers, parents, and children stared.

Dallas changed into his dry clothes and we went to the drug store.

It had already closed.

I tried to turn the event into a teaching lesson about sticking to schedules and obeying me, but when you're three and you had a too-short nap and you really want to buy your mommy a birthday card, a lecture really isn't going to make your meltdown any better.

So we went to the grocery store because I needed to pick up food and I told him we could look at the cards there.  

He immediately picked out an oversized birthday card covered in fancy script and purple hydrangeas.  

If I remember right, the fancy script was shiny and gold as well.

Yes, Food King offered a wide selection of cards with primary colors and bright smiley faces and cute animals and other things that you'd think would attract a toddler's attention.

But no, he didn't even want to check out the other cards (believe me, I asked).  He had found The One.

Naturally, he had to give it to Karen as soon as she picked him up.  He'd already shown it to the rest of my family and they were....surprised.  Everyone knew I hadn't picked it out (not my style), but they did seem surprised that he was going for.....that particular style.

After a few years, we all got used to it.

Like when he gave my mom her Mother's Day present before any of us had a chance to and it was a nice stationery set with flowers and butterflies (with a matching gift bag!) because she likes flowers and butterflies.


Like when he gave me a present at my baby shower this weekend.

He started out with a yellow bag.
Yellow is my favorite color.

And then he gave me all this!

I didn't want to post a list of all of my gifts because I thought that was tacky, but I had to share this with you.  I'm also really impressed that all of this was somehow stuffed into a medium-sized gift bag.  I was trying to tell Levi about everything, but decided to take a picture when I got home instead.

Clockwise from the left upper corner:
  • The baby's very first board book about baby Jesus!  I love Jesus.
  • A bottle brush. I do like for things to be clean.
  • A nightlight.  Dallas loved these when he was little.  I'm glad he thought of getting one for my daughter.
  • A yellow bottle.
  • A travel utensil set for feeding the baby when she gets old enough to eat solids, but is still too little to use big people cutlery.  And it's in a yellow container!
  • Batteries.  Batteries are always a genius gift, but these are specifically for the night light.
  • Food containers that look like tigers and are yellow and come with a yellow fork.  My baby is going to travel so comfortably!
  • A cute green bib with a cute little ladybug on it.  And the edging's yellow.
  • A yellow sippy cup--with giraffes!  I've noticed that Cody is really liking giraffe things for the baby these days, so this was a startlingly fortuitous pick.  Dallas is getting to be Levi-level good with the presents.  I think he's a prodigy.
  • Wipes.  You can never have too many, and I really like that these are Care Bear ones!
  • A green fleece blanket with a ladybug.  You have to stay comfy for naps.  Plus, it kind of matches the bib. Awesome.
So.  Ta da!

So while Dallas will still be getting a thank-you card within the week, I thought I'd still make today's post about him, and his excellent present skills.  

Sorry if this post makes it seem like I'm bragging, but I know some lovely people and I can't wait to introduce my baby to them all.

Which is a really lovely thing to tell you.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Update: 32 weeks

I am 32 weeks pregnant!

I'm slow, I'm tired, the baby presses against my lungs and kicks my rib cage.  Her movements keep me up at night.  I have gained over 20 pounds and I have just 8 more weeks (or thereabouts) to go.

Overall, things feel pretty good.

I'm not being sarcastic.  I think I still look pretty cute, and the baby is still small enough to move and play in my belly.  Several times last week, people at work asked me how much longer I had to go and when I cheerfully replied "2 more months!" they looked confused and horrified.  I guess I was supposed to stay the size I was at 7 months and then deliver a measly 4-pounder after a 'pregnant-seeming' amount of time?  Psh.

I had my check-up yesterday and discovered that my blood pressure and weight gain were perfect.  My belly size is fine and the baby's heart rate is still somewhere around 130 beats per minute.  I immediately decided to text our family to let them know the baby and I were both perfect.

I finished reading a book about greener and cheaper baby-raising.

I bought a book about nursing.

I bought 2 more maternity shirts on sale yesterday and I'm wearing one right now.

This is what I read about the baby's development this week: "By now, your baby weighs 3.75 pounds (pick up a large jicama) and is about 16.7 inches long, taking up a lot of space in your uterus. You're gaining about a pound a week and roughly half of that goes right to your baby. In fact, she'll gain a third to half of her birth weight during the next 7 weeks as she fattens up for survival outside the womb. She now has toenails, fingernails, and real hair (or at least respectable peach fuzz). Her skin is becoming soft and smooth as she plumps up in preparation for birth." (Source.)

Cody and I cut out squares for a baby quilt.

AND!  I had my first baby shower Sunday!  Here are just a few pictures:

My Aunt Ginger (Mom's sister.  Can you tell?) and my cousin, Cassie.  Ginger also asked if I would last until March.  I told her I was going to quit in the last month and make someone else finish the baby.

Sisters.  And Leah.

Guest book.

Mom at her shower for me.  I wore her dress for my first shower.

The decor was perfect.
So perfect.

Dallas and I took care of the little Mt. Dews.

Cody's family was enthralled with the present-opening.  Or Mrs. Dicy was, anyway.

ATECA CAME!  Trust me, she was excited to be there.

Sara and Chad gave us Razorback clothes and a book about spelling!


And Dallas and Gil.

Lovely hostesses!

And Mr. Tommy.  I think I got about 15 hugs from him Sunday, so that was nice.

Dallas and I kind of matched!

Look at this cute little family!

Later, the dog curled up inside the flowerpot and watched us take things down through the window.

Guests were asked to bring books instead of cards to the shower, so the baby got quite a nice boost to her library!  We got some classics like Goodnight, Moon and Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel and Good Dog, Carl!, and new ones I'd never heard of like Olivia and the Babies and Life is Good at Grandma's (cough, Mrs. Dicy, cough).  She also got some cute little outfits and useful little odds and ends (I have 2 nasal aspirators now!  Woo hoo!) and sweet keepsakes and strollers.  It was all lovely and we were so thrilled and grateful.

In all of the excitement, I didn't have anyone take a picture of me from the side for this thirty-second week post.  But here's one I took on Saturday night when we had a Sam's club party to pick up shower supplies.

Hot mom.  Yes, I just typed that.

I'm actually wearing a size medium shirt in the picture above. 

Yes, I think this little girl and I can keep growing just fine for just a little while longer.