Baby registering

So, we've tried our hand at baby registering. It's really an overwhelming process. I feel like it was more for us to have a list of things we need to buy than for people to get stuff for us. I've consulted with several experts and I think we still have gaps in the registry, but we're working on it. More than anything it was just a little shocking to see how much stuff we actually need. This darn spoiled baby.

Meanwhile I am getting bigger by the day. Cletusella likes space and she's knocking down figurative walls all over the place. I'm at that skin-stretching phase right now. Every night after dinner (maybe this is a hint about my eating habits more than anything) my skin feels crazy taunt, like if you poke it too hard it might just snap. Gross, right? Yeah, that's how I feel too. Along with this has been the clearing of the closet. I have packed up most of my closet at this point (5 boxes worth) since none of it fits anymore. I am completely into maternity clothes at this point. Denying that truth leads to my tummy poking out of the bottom of my tops which just isn't the look I'm going for.

Daddy P gets his cast off next week so the Dr. can take the first X-ray. Most likely they will just put another one on in a different color, but if he's a super-healer dude there is a chance that he might be free of it. Fingers crossed.

You win one, you lose one...

Okay, so Daddy P hustled me. I get a lousy pedicure and he gets a whole weekend of diaper duty off. I am slightly miffed about this, but seeing as he's going to be the designated diaperer after my two months of maternity leave, I am not to complainy.

The weather here is humid and hot. I feel like I'm already getting ready for moving back home to Texas. And whether or not it's related to the heat, my feet are huge. I just bought a pair of size 10 shoes. Seriously folks. My little (okay, not "little" but cute) size 8 1/2 feet just decided that size 10 shoes are a little more reasonable to lug around this baby hunk.

My stomach is getting bigger. I'm serious, it really is. According to Babycenter.com, my uterus is the size of a soccer ball. Seriously. A soccer ball. This baby has way more room that it needs if you ask me. I think a cantelope sounds like a reasonable sized home. This baby is living the life of excess already!

Oh! Something random and exciting: I found a CSA in Austin that we've decided to become members to once we move back. We used to belong to one in Houston, and loved it! It really changed how we ate. You get this box of veggies, some of which you've never ever had in your house, and get to try out all these new crazy recipes -- and eat healthy at the same time! So I am super stoked about this.

We made it!

After a long day of airplane maintenance problems and thunderstorms on Wednesday, we finally made it to the family reunion in Branson. We had lots of fun times with many many G's. It was especially good to see our little nephew again. Here's a picture of him getting ready to go to the reunion hall with "papa horses."



The highlight of the trip was the bowling competition. Mamacita fancies herself a pretty good bowler, and was wiping the floor with me for the first couple of games. She and I decided to make the event interesting by wagering a weekend of diaper duty on the final game. With the stakes on the line I rose to the occasion and am happy to say that at least for one weekend I'll be living on easy street. Now if I can just get her to bet on fantasy baseball I may never have to change a diaper...

Stuck

so, our journey begins here, at the airport..a girl and her mobile
phone and a cancelled flight. as it was, it was six hours flying
travel and four by car..now who knows...we might not make it out at
all... patience my dear friends...I will let you know what state we
end up in...

Baby G meet hundreds of Gs

And by Gs, I mean the tons and tons of Daddy P's relatives that we will be vacationing with this weekend.

Maybe the baby knows and that's why she's been beating the crap out of me these last few days... Hm...