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This is the funniest thing I've seen in awhile. Geek.

I've come to the conclusion during the last few weeks of pelvic discomfort and extremity swelling that life would be so much better if I could just hang out in my jammies and lie down all day long. Sometime during my day the shoes on my feet start to fit a little less comfortably than they had when I put them on in the morning. My hands get all Stay-Puffed looking and it all tingles. So far I haven't noticed it on my face and hopefully I won't. The yoga ball has been one of my favorite chairs lately and I sure wish I could bring it to work. But then I thought of all the gross nasties on the floor that would be sticking to it. Yuck.

I experienced my first party of the non-alcoholic type on Friday night. When women get older they get together and listen to other women talk about fantastic products and things that women in general just can't live without. I've been weary of these things my entire female-hood but on Friday I succombed to the religion that is Creative Memories. I put my order in today and I will be a scrapbooking FOOL in no time. I have found Jesus, and he likes stickers and pastel paper.

All this time I thought we had nothing in common. Huh.

The trip to Minot was cancelled last weekend so I'll be attempting the journey again with the upcoming one. It's exciting and scary to think that the people I see on this trip might not see me again in full-on pregnant mode. The next time I might just have reverted back into prebaby chubbo mode. Once this Expando-belly contracts, I have the feeling that I'll just be a big blob of stretched out skin. Sounds sexy.

We're still having naming difficulties and I have resolved not to freak out about it even if she is 2 days old and nameless. We'll find one eventually and we might not know what it is until she looks at us. Or tells us. Or changes it in a court of law in 18 years. For years I wanted to be Robin. Maybe she'll want to be Batman. Maybe she will feel like the name we chose just doesn't suit the essence of her as much as the name Reggie or Frank. I'll just stop dwelling on it now.

I've enjoyed 98% of this whole experience and it hasn't been just the 'expecting' part of it. I can't describe the support I have received from Rob well enough to give it justice. Any difficulty I've had or no matter how difficult I have been has been handled by him with more grace and understanding than I could have imagined 8 months ago. He has given me the security I needed to carry on through this time as well as I have. I couldn't have done it and it wouldn't have been nearly as fun without him there every step of the way. At every doctor appointment and with kisses and a loving hand on my belly every day and every night. The guy who holds in a laugh when the Dr. says "vagina tickle"....

Speaking of Doctors. It sure sucks when the one you've been seeing for a gazillion weeks takes a vacation and isn't due back until the week before you're due. GAH!!!! Everyone is entitled to a vacation but cripes if this baby decides to hop out early I'll be stuck with a different doctor. I told her (the baby) today that she had either better come now - like today or tomorrow - or wait until the very minute she's due. Just to make sure. I'm sure when the time comes it won't matter who is doing it as long as baby We-Rob is removed safely (and quickly! EEK) but it makes me nervous to think about now.

Anyway, I think that was all I had for an update. I have Gavyn birthday pictures to scan and post and a baby room to get ready and all kinds of cute baby stuff left to buy. Procrastination seems to be a side effect to pregnancy because I just....don't....wanna....do it. But when I want to do it I'm sure it will need to be done yesterday.

This nesting stuff is cool - it makes me want to make cookies and cakes and stuff. And I have been, and mostly it's been successful. I mean, after all I did gain 6 pounds in 2 weeks. I must have done something right with the baking.