Woah!

I feel as though I'm growing rather rapidly these days.  In fact, I was afraid to go to my last doctors appointment, simply because I was sure the scale would record a 5 pound weight gain in 2 weeks, and that suddenly my belly would be measuring ahead of schedule.  I also skipped taking a picture of my belly at 32 weeks cause I just didn't want to see it.  Thankfully the scale was gracious to me, recording a 1 pound weight gain, and my belly somehow managed to still be measuring where it's supposed to be. 

But, when I look at the pictures of my "progress", all I can say is WOAH! No wonder I've been so tired...

Grow, baby, grow!

Getting Older, and More Practical

The older I get, the more practical I seem to become. 

When I turned 30, I bought myself a "sensible" wallet.  It just seemed like the right thing to do. 

Last week I turned 31 (which seemed so much older than 30!  But, now that I've been 31 for nearly a week, I'm realizing it's no different).  I spent my actual birthday cooking up a pancake extravaganza for my 2 year old pancake fanatic.  Then we went to open gym together, where he played and played and had so much fun. 

Then I decided to be practical and go to Costco and get a few things that we needed. Back in my 20s I would have never even considered being responsible on my birthday, that's what the other 364 days of the year were for.  But, we were out of decaf coffee.  And I wanted coffee.  So, to Costco Zack and I went.  While I was there, I treated myself to a birthday present (even though my wonderful James got me a Teavana tea maker thingy and some yummy, YUMMY tea the week before). 

I bought myself memory foam slippers. They were $10.  And they are amazing. Why have I never discovered such things before?!?! 

I'm already considering a 2nd pair. 

My birthday wasn't all about being practical, however. James and I did go out for dinner (to Tavalino, a new place for us.  It was delish!).  And after dinner we treated ourselves to dessert from AJ's.  YUM.  And all of this was sans child.  Except for the one in my belly.  That one goes with me everywhere. 

If 30 means a sensible wallet, and 31 means memory foam slippers, I can't even begin to imagine what 32 will bring! 

I Miss Running

I miss running.  I really do.  Last weekend James ran on the treadmill while I napped.  When he was finished (he busted off one mile in 7:20!) I told him that I was jealous that he has the energy to run.  I have the energy to nap.  And make lists of things for James to do around the house.  And cook.  And take care of a 2 year old. And keep the house somewhat clean.  And grow another human being. 

In 9ish weeks this baby will [hopefully] be in my arms, and no longer in my belly.  Then around 6 weeks after that I will start up [slowly, and painfully] running once again, and documenting my return.  I can hardly wait.  Until then I suppose I will document the hilarious/sweet/peculiar things my sweetie pie Zacky does, along with any progress we make towards getting ready for the arrival of the wee one. 

Here are some of the things Zack has done this past week:

On Tuesday, I had my first BSF leaders meeting for the 2012-2013 year.  I talked to Zack about it all Monday, and the whole drive over on Tuesday.  By the time we got there he was quite excited to play on the playground at bible study.  That day, before Zack's nap, we went to pray.  Apparently I was taking too long getting started with the prayer, so Zack himself started praying.  It went like this. 

Zack:  Dear God
[long pause]
Me:  What do you want to thank God for??
[more pausing, and thinking]
Zack:  Sank soou, bubble study (translation, thank you bible study).

He melted my heart right there. 

He has also decided that while we are trying to get him ready for bed it's great fun to go hide in his closet.  He will then poke his sweet little face out and say, "James, Karen!"  Seriously!?  I want to be called mommy for as long as possible, none of this "Karen!" business. 

Sure do love that boy!