Weekly Gut Check

36 weeks

36 Weeks!  Holy Mighty I only have 4 weeks left!! 

P.S. Does it look like I have dropped?  The ladies at the office think I have.

Monday Night Confessions

  • My belly has now taken over and I am left with no room.  What does this mean for my morning bowl of oatmeal?  Well it means that in order for me to fit any inside me I have to prop my feet up on a chair and lean back so I can make room.  Otherwise I have to stand up to eat and I am way too lazy for that.  So basically if I owned a Lazy Boy I would move it right into my kitchen so I could eat in comfort. 
  • This weekend John and I attended a birthing class.  And let me tell you what, it was 2 whole fun-filled days of non-stop goodness.  I am going to have to say that my favorite part had to be the movie.  Here is what I am still troubled over, why in the world was the woman giving birth totally, and completely buck naked?  Why?  Where were her clothes?  Ok really it wasn’t so much that, I mean if that is how you feel most comfy ok, but really I am intrigued by the fact that she allowed people to film her giving birth totally nude and then let them make it into a film to show hundreds of other people.  Why?  Someone please tell me why.
  • Last weekend I learned that just because my pregnant feet can fit into my cute red shoes at the beginning of the night does not in any way mean that after 3 hours in a hot theater that they still will.  I felt like Cinderella’s step sisters trying to cram my big fat feet into shoes that were about 4 sizes too small.  It was a good lesson, only flats for the next month.

(That’s my big belly and my itty bitty red shoes)

  • Back to the birthing class, after watching the above mentioned video John and I had a few things we needed to cover before Tiny Baby gets here.  First, John has very specific instructions to not tell me anything.  As a matter of fact, I told him that he if even dares trying to give me a play by play of the gory details going on below my eye sight that I will promptly kick him out of the room.  There is no way that I want to hear about it.  After he is born I will hold him and be just fine, but until then I would like to pretend as much as possible that what is happening to my bits and goods down below isn’t really happening. 
  • Second thing, if he tells me to touch the baby’s head as it is crowing, like the woman’s husband in the movie did, he will be banished from the hospital all together.  I don’t want to touch anything until he is good and out of me. 
  • Oh and just in case you are wondering, I haven’t gotten any sleep for the last 2 days because I have been having terrible dreams about giving birth.  Stupid birthing class. 


Hospital Bag

I need your help.  I need suggestions and ideas about things to pack in my hospital bag.  I want to get it all finished up and organized but I want to know what real moms have taken in their bags, and not what dumb books keep telling me to take.  So if anyone has anything they wouldn’t go to the hospital without please tell me.  And please be brutally honest about things I for sure need! 


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Clint, Becca and Little T

This is my brother Clint and his cute family.  Little T is only 4 months in these pictures and he is already 18 pounds of pure awesomeness!  He is very smiley.

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Here is T chilling on one of our breaks.

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Could you just die at this next picture?? 

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So this next serious of pictures is my favorite.  This is T and his trusty dog Dory.  Trying to get them to pose together was fun, and here is the proof.  In this picture Dory was being yelled at for not paying attention.  The look on T’s face is EXACTLY the same look his dad gets.

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Now they are both being told to pay attention.  One by mom and the other by dad.  Too bad mom and dad were not standing next to each other.

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Ok now they are all perked up and ready to go.

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A little more relaxed now.

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So glad it’s over.

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T and his dad look so much alike.  Ralph is a good dad and you can just tell how much he loves his boy.

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Pumpkin Crisp

Again I found the recipe here.  They seem to have good easy recipes.  This one was AMAZINGLY good.  I mean I could eat it everyday of my life, but I love crisp anything.  It was super easy and so yummy.  I would rather eat this than pumpkin pie.  It says to serve with whipped cream but we did vanilla ice cream instead.  I’m not kidding, SO good!  



  • 1 box(es) Yellow Cake Mix
  • 1 stick Butter, Melted
  • 3 whole Eggs, Divided
  • 1 can Pureed Pumpkin
  • ½ cups Granulated Sugar
  • ⅔ cups Evaporated Milk
  • 1 teaspoon Cinnamon
  • 1 teaspoon Nutmeg
  • ¾ cups Sugar, Half Brown/half White
  • 1 stick Butter, Room Temperature
  • Whipped Cream, For Serving

Preparation Instructions

Remove 1 cup of the cake mix for use later in the recipe.

Mix the remaining cake mix, 1 stick of melted butter and 1 egg in a bowl. Pat into the bottom of a 9×13 cake pan.

In another bowl, mix together the pumpkin, remaining 2 eggs, milk and spices. Pour over the cake mix mixture.

Combine remaining cake mix, 3/4 sugar mixture, and stick of room temperature butter in a bowl. Mix until sort of crumbly. Crumble in small pieces on top of the pumpkin mixture.

Bake in a 350 degree oven for 55 minutes or until it doesn’t jiggle and has a nice caramelized brown color.

Serve warm with a spoonful of whipped cream.

The End of an Era

So you know that Friends episode, the one where Rachel moves out so Chandler can move in?  I love that episode and it pretty much sums up how I am feeling right about now. 

It is definitely the end of an era for John and I, and we are moving into a new era.  No more last minute date nights with no planning involved, no more trips to the big city where we can spend all day and half  of the night shopping and eating out and just being alone together without another care in the world.  No more free nights away to wander the bookstore looking at magazines and stopping for treats on the way home, I mean we can have those, we will just have to pay a babysitter. 

So in a sense it is the end of an amazing 8+ year era for us.  We  love hanging out and just being together, and we always have.  We have never needed to have other people around to feel like we are doing something on the weekends, we have always been able to just be alone with each other and feel perfectly happy and content. 

Now that is going to change because we have a little tiny boy who is coming in a few weeks to crash our party, and while I can’t wait for him to come, there is a part of me that is sad.  A part of me that is going to miss the wonderful, blissful alone time that I was able to spend with my husband for so many years.  And while I have prayed, cried, and begged for my small boy for many years, I am getting a little nostalgic about our child free past.

So I have made a plan, and this is it.  I am going to go out with a bang.  Every weekend until baby comes John and I have plans to spend time alone together, just the 2 of us, hanging out and doing our favorite things.  Watchings movies for hours in bed, going to the bookstore, going out-of-town to eat at a fun restaurant, shopping at random times of the night.  We have it all planned out and I can’t wait.  It will be a fun last hurrah for us.  So if I don’t answer my phone much on the weekends, or text, don’t be offended.  After the baby comes and we settle into a new normal existence we will answer calls and texts again, I promise. 


Here we are last Friday ready for our date night.  John took me to see the theater production of The Crucible.