lots and lots of updates

okay, so i have been really bad at updating. i know. so this might be pretty long; bear with me?

todd's birthday was the 24th, so he used some vacation time and we partied it up in style! which pretty much meant that i cooked catfish, he opened a few presents, and we carved pumpkins. pumpkin carving for his birthday has been our tradition for the last four years - it's kind of nice to have a "thing" we do every year. i like that we're establishing family traditions.

i, in typical fashion, went at my pumpkin with reckless abandon to carve catherine zeta jones. meaning, i carved a face with a hairline and called it good. todd, in typical fashion, went for the elaborate. (the first year he ever carved a pumpkin, he made this really detailed old man with a bunch of wrinkles and even a little tear. overachiever.) unfortunately, the pumpkin must've been a vessel created for ignoble purposes, because it couldn't withstand the scrutiny with which todd was trying to carve it into an ultrasound picture. (i liken it to a bar of soap trying to be the canvas medium for the david.) that being said, a large chunk came off the front and todd had to resign himself to carving a happy giant. or, as i maintain, the michael douglas to my catherine zeta. both look equally like the celebrity they're supposed to impersonate. which is, not at all.

after carving the pumpkins came the main event of the evening: PUMPKIN SEEDS! this is what we wait all year for, i'm not going to lie. they're so good! and every year, i end up eating enough to make me sick of them for the next 11 months until it's pumpkin season again. todd ate so many his teeth started to hurt. (but not break, which is always a good thing. he broke his tooth on ice cream once.)

the next night, todd's parents came to visit. his mom's birthday is the day before his (as is my mom's, coincidentally), so they came down to see him for her/his birthday, and to spend a little time with us before they left for arizona for the winter. saturday night we went to church and then out to red lobster where we stuffed ourselves silly. sunday for lunch we went to hickory park, where we stuffed ourselves silly. i'm not kidding, by the end of sunday todd and i were both sick, and it lasted until tuesday morning or so. we're not used to eating out that much. so while it was super super nice of his parents to take us out for such nice meals while they were here, my tummy is glad to have a break for a while.

last weekend jes and i drove down to mt. pleasant for the baby shower my mom threw me. it was really great. i got to see friends i hadn't seen in years and visit with my parents (though it was a pretty short visit). i'll have to put up pictures soon!
i came back saturday night in time for church and to go to andy's rock band party. i'm so glad todd helped me get dressed up...while i still didn't look "rocker" (i wore a spice girls tshirt.), it was better than what i could've come up with by myself, that's for sure. todd looked great. i even convinced him to put on eyeliner. nice. we partied hard (well, todd partied hard, and i partied enough to make my eyeballs shrivel up) then i fell asleep on the couch. or, to be more rock 'n roll, i passed out on the couch. must've been the rootbeer.

(yep. rocking out with margarine and a spice girls tshirt.) that's that. and here we are, 3 1/2 weeks away (or more. or less.) from our little guy's homecoming. i'm so ready. he dropped a few days ago i think, and since then it has been so hard to get around. walking is hard, and is made harder by the feeling that he's just going to fall out, so i walk around like i 've spent too much time in the saddle. i'm feeling really tired, too. but, you know, i feel really blessed to only start feeling "pregnant" during the last month of it all. it could've been much worse. can't complain! however, we'll have to see what i have to say about the whole experience after labor...


tivo vovo said...

rock band is awesome! andy is such an awesome host. we had so much fun. i can't wait for round numero dos. that's spanish for, "next time, i'm wearing a truck load of eye liner"

Anonymous said...

Labor was oddly my favorite part. I knew it couldn't last forever, I would soon see my baby, and I got to do it with the aid of some pretty darn good pain killers. I think my one labor tip would be "Billy, don't be a hero. Take the epidural".

There are a couple of not so glamourus parts of labor but no need to talk about that now...