I am a TWO FOR ONE deal!

Here you go, kids. The last pictures of my pregnant self were from January, I think. These pictures show 1. How much bigger and cuter the baby is getting and 2. How much bigger and incapable of looking decent I am.


I'm pretty sure the next pictures I post will be of Atticus OUTSIDE THE WOMB! Also, here is a fun tidbit: This is my 99th blog post. I think I will wait until the baby is born for the 100th post.

Also, just to reiterate: Don't call us, we'll call you. If you call us and say anything along the lines of "WHERE IS THE BABY?" or "ARE YOU STILL PREGNANT?" I will probably hang up on you. Nothing personal, I am just hormonal. Feel free to call and chat about other things. And after all, it's not like we're going to have the baby and then forget to tell anyone. Everyone will get a call and/or text when Baby decides to make an appearence, sometime in the next month.

One more thing: Mom, do you think if I read "Baby, Come Out!" everyday, he'll come any sooner??

We love you guys!

Hilarious thought for the day:

This might not be as funny to you, but I was just thinking: What would it look like if I tried to hula hoop right now?

Go ahead. Picture it, then take a few minutes to laugh. And while we're on the topic of pregnancy...

Picnic Day!

The weather is finally getting warm and pretty enough to spend time outside!! AWESOME! This Saturday, Trevor and I took Blake over by Ashton and had a picnic.

(Trevor enjoying some premium picnic food)

Trevor also did some fishing in the morning, and caught a 6 and 10 inch rainbow trout... I think it was rainbow trout. He tossed them back anyway. Blake just about had a heart attack watching him fish. Every time Trevor would cast a line, Blake was SO SURE that he was throwing something for him to chase, and he was dying to swim across the river and find it. I did play catch with him for most of the morning, and I think for once we may have worn him out.

(Two of the three cutest men in my life... the other one is still in my uterus)

In other news, our washing machine just broke. Right now. Before the rinse cycle on our couch covers. I'm sure Trevor will be able to fix it, because he's awesome like that, but it has presented a particular problem for me: Normally I would just rinse out the couch covers in the bathtub and then stick them in the dryer, but I can't lean all the way over the tub. My belly is in the way. And honestly, in a fight between me and the soapy, heavy couch covers, I don't think I'm going to win. I guess the only option left for a respectable 9 months pregnant woman is to go have lunch with my friend and her daughter, and enjoy the 70 degree weather. Bye guys!

Easter!

We had a quiet Easter weekend, since all our local family managed to make their way to their respective homes for the holiday; but we did dye Easter eggs! It was a blast, but as always I managed to make a total mess of myself. I celebrated Easter with some festive green fingers.

And of course, the Easter Bunny made a stop at our house :) And believe me, the Easter bunny never goes halfway here. Trevor will probably be snacking on Easter candy at the hospital in May. Also, yes, those are camouflage eggs in Trevor's basket.

Church on Sunday was wonderful! Our ward choir sang a few BEAUTIFUL numbers that I know they've been working on hard. Music is such a great way to teach principles, as long as we're listening. I hope everyone had a fantastic Easter, with some candy and deviled eggs, and most importantly some time to think about Christ and the reason for His life.

Eviction Notice

I've seen this a lot since getting pregnant, but it's still pretty funny. And I would just like to state that the fetus in question actually only has 40 days before eviction will take place!

NOTICE OF EVICTION:

I am issuing 60 day notice for EVICTION. Tenant will have 60 days in which she/he can either gather his/her belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final day. After which, he will be physically removed from the property.

He's being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the FRONT of the house, within reasonable limits, were discussed. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but additions to the back of the house were also made! Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. And due to property damage, there are now leaks in both the upper AND lower levels of the home.

On top of which, the landlord has received numerous complaints about nightly disturbances. After 60 days from this day that he/she doesn't comply with the notice will result in immediate and forceful removal at my discretion.

Love, Mommy

Thoughts on Big Ole' Nasty Marathons.

Why do people run marathons? I don't mean normal 5k's or whatever, I mean the extreme marathons where you have to pay a 100 dollar entrance fee, and it doesn't even support a cause. Trevor and I caught the end of a televised marathon, and even the winners immediately puked and collapsed upon crossing the finish line. And does winning a marathon even really count when you have to be wheeled away after you finish?

Baby Poet!

I'm constantly surprised at how much of a personality that Atticus already has. I've been reading poetry out loud to him and myself, even though the effect is pretty much ruined by my inability to breathe normally. He already has favorite poems, and poems that I'm pretty sure he doesn't like. His favorites are

"The Bells" by Edgar Allan Poe
"The Duel" by Eugene Field
"Trees" by Joyce Kilmer
"Christma Everywhere" by Phillips Brooks
"Charge of the Light Brigade" by Tennyson

He does not like
"The House by the Side of the Road" by Sam Walter Foss
"Out to Old Aunt Mary's" by James Whitcomb Riley
"Hiawatha's Childhood" by Longfellow

I can't blame him for not liking Hiawatha's Childhood, but what's wrong with Out to Old Aunt Mary's? By the way, does anyone else feel like they can't take a breath anywhere in "The Bells"? Anywhere you try to breathe breaks the rhythm of the poem. For Reals.

By the way, if you're wondering how I know when a fetus likes something, it's because he'll twist around like he wants to listen more closely :)