Family Shenanigans

I realize after posting about moving, it may make me sound like I'm super close to having a nervous breakdown.  I promise, I'm a-ok.   Moving in general is a tad bit stressful, so throw in being at the end of my pregnancy and only a couple weeks to get everything done, and it amplifies the stress.  With that said, I may complain some more, shed more tears, but in the end I know things are going to be just fine.

In all the madness my family came to visit before we make the big move.  They came in Thursday night.  Friday was the Yotes last home game of the season, and our last game. (tear) Not gonna lie, watching them salute the crowd at the end made me a tad bit sad.  We've been consumed by this team for the past 6 years.  The arena is our home away from home during the hockey season.  Max grew up watching the Yotes from the time he was 4 weeks old.  I will always be a Coyotes fan.  Always.  Highlights of the game: My brother took a picture with a few girls from the Paw Patrol.  Max giggled, and when I asked him if he wanted a picture with the girls he got a serious look on his face and said, "No!"  That will change one of these days... :) The game also went to a shootout, but in the end my boys lost.  Boo.

Such a stud!

Oh my boys....

My Dad came into town Saturday.  Max loves spending time with his Grandma and Grandpa.  He also loves the technology they bring with them. (iPad and tablet)  He played hockey with his Uncle, and tried to wrestle his Auntie.   

To say that Max was sad when they left on Sunday was an understatement.  First of all, he hates to say goodbye in general.   So when they were getting in their cars and driving away, he couldn't even make a complete sentence he was so upset.  When we got inside he threw his shoes, and was mumbling in a whiny voice.  Totally saying toddler badwords.  Seeing me sob didn't help his mood either.  

We ended our weekend with going to the Rib Fest and eating some yummy bbq and funnel cake.  All in all I'd say it was a great weekend.  I'm looking forward to having my family come visit us in WA once baby girl gets here.  

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Moving 101

April 22, 2013

Today it's official, we're moving.   Let that sink in.  I have mixed emotions.  I'm really excited about moving and where we're moving to.  I'm really excited that Ian is getting this great professional opportunity.  On the other hand.  I'm really sad because it's moving us away from family.  I'm really sad because it's moving us away from friends.  I'm really sad because we're moving Max away from K (and baby girl away from Baby K...total belly bffs ).  On top of all that, oh I'm just 34 weeks pregnant.   So right now I'm a ball of stress.  Happy/sad stress.    A happy/sad ball of stress that is a sobbing mess.  Hot mess.

April 23, 2013


No seriously though....can stress make me go into labor?   I already told Ian that I'm probably going to cry every day until we are settled in our new place (that doesn't exist yet).  So far, I'm  2 for 2.   I will say though, seeing the happiness and excitement on Ian's face makes all these emotions worth it.

April 24, 2013

Today Ian told me that we'll be moving on May 4th.  That's 11 days from now.  11.  He told me as we were going to the splash pad with Leslie, K and Baby K.   I may have had a minor breakdown.  3 for 3 on the crying.  Lord help me.  I think I figured out the moving of our stuff, so that's a huge weight off my shoulders.  Now we just a need a place to call home and I'll be good.  Oh, and the baby to give her full cooperation and not make her debut until we are in WA.  I'm seriously scared I'll go into labor on our drive.  Dear Lord, please don't let me go into labor on the drive.  Please.   So I asked Ian if he would take me to Forks.  All you Twilight lovers know what I'm talking about.  He asked me, "What's in Forks?"  Umm, hello?  Edward Cullen.  Boys, know nothing.  :)  The teenager in me is super, duper excited about this.... until my panic attack/breakdown/cry fest...tomorrow.

April 25, 2013

4 for 4.  That's all I'm saying today.

April 26, 2013

There were NO tears today.  Happy Dance!!  We also have a moving company booked AND we  may have found a place to call home. (update: still not confirmed....we're cutting it close!)

Tomorrow we're taking part in our community Garage Sale.  I've never done a Garage Sale, and depending how tomorrow goes will determine if I ever do it again.  Or at least make sure I'm not pregnant while doing so.  That's key for moving.  If you are ever moving the number one thing is to make sure you are not 35 weeks pregnant.

April 27, 2013

This morning I'm functioning on 2 1/2 hours of sleep and a caramel frappe.  We started off bright and early for the garage sale.  I'm happy to report that we did make some extra $$, but I also learned a few things.
1.) I'm a total push over.  Some man offered me $3 for two pairs of Max's shoes, nice shoes.  I should have stuck with $5, but I was like, "Ummm....okay." Thinking: Ian is totally going to kill me.
2.) I own far too many romantic comedy dvds, and the type of crowd the garage sale pulled in weren't fans.
3.) A nice old lady told me that I was selling my books for too much.  I love books, and buy them when they first come out, hardback covered, read maybe twice.  I was selling them for a whopping $2.00.  Umm...I think that's a pretty nice deal, but apparently I was wrong.   She left empty handed.
4.) I'm probably never going to have another garage sale again.

April 28, 2013

Today my family left and it was S.A.D.  I know I'm going to see them again, but this was the last time they'd leave from our home in AZ.  They won't be just 6 hours away.  I was a sobbing mess.  Sobbing.  I pretty much cried the rest of the day.

April 29, 2013

I hate being put on hold when you call into cancel a service.  Today I had 3 places I had to call to cancel and only one of the places was awesome and took care of it right away.  One place kept me on the phone for over 40 minutes.  The last place kept me on hold, not talking to anyone, for almost 30 minutes.  Then I find out that our contract magically gets renewed each year.  So we're still under contract until the end of the year.  Beyond LAME, and I told her so.  I am not a happy camper right now.  I'm actually really pissed.  I will say I'm not a fan of moving at this fast pace that we're doing.  I will also say again that being pregnant isn't making things easier. (hence me being super pissed off!)

I had my tummy check appointment today where I told Dr. S it would be my last visit because we're hitting the road on Sunday.  I thought because I'm going to be 36 weeks pregnant he would be concerned.  There was no concern what so ever.  So I guess I need to stop worrying about being this pregnant and moving, because it's apparently not a big deal.  Baby girl is positioned the way we want her to be, her heartbeat sounded lovely, and he did a test that needs to be done a little early so that I don't have to worry about getting it done in WA.  Dr. S told me for being this far a long I look really good.  I, of course, told him I loved him and that he's my favoritest doctor ever.

Now you're all up to date on what's going on in my life.  :)  So there might not be posts for a couple weeks, and now you know why.  I'm leaving the heat behind, and that's one thing I'm not sad about!

I hope your week is less stressful than mine.

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35 Weeks

Technically I'm 35 weeks and a whopping 1 day, but who is counting?  ME.  4 weeks 6 days to go.  I was going to try and be happy and use exclamations, but who am I kidding.  I'm tired people.  I hurt.  My feet have disappeared when I look down.  Putting my shoes on has become a comedy act for Max who thinks it's hilarious.  He also likes to tell me, "Mommy, you have big belly."  You don't say Max.  Thanks for the daily reminder kid.  Maybe there's another car wash in his future...kidding.  Kinda.   I love how when I tell women I'm 35 weeks pregnant, they get me.  They are compassionate and feel my uncomfortable unhappiness with being big.  Men...not so much.  They don't get it.   You women get me.  Thank you.  Everything is going to be okay. is running through my head on repeat these days.  Oh, and I know I wore the same shirt last week.  Well I didn't realize until I posted the picture on Instagram, but I'm just going to pretend that I did it on purpose so you can compare the bump.  Have fun. 

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Car Wash Horror

 Ian's car needed a good cleaning so off to the car wash we went.  At first Max was excited, laughing, loving life.  Then the water hit the car and it turned to horror, shaking, and thinking the end of the world was coming.  I stopped taking pictures once he got super scared, because even though I'm sure they would have been awesome pictures, my poor kid was beyond traumatized.  I may have laughed a little, but when he started shaking because he was so scared, I felt really bad.

We went to the Bon Jovi concert on Tuesday.  He tells the screaming crowd how he's been doing this for 30 years.  Umm...I'm 30 years old.  You could imagine how many songs I knew.  I know it's Bon Jovi, but really I knew the two songs that were popular when I was in high school, and then a couple of his major hits.  Let's just say by 9:30 I was ready to leave.  It was hot, he was playing slow songs, and I was falling asleep. I'm so wild right now.  

Yesterday we had a fun day with K.  We started off at the Outlet Stores where they have an awesome little playground for the kiddos to play.  Wetzels Pretzels also happens to be there and I'm in love with those Wetzel Bitz, so we were all happy campers.  The kiddos played for about an hour, and then we went across to Westgate to play on the splash pad.  On our way we passed a huge picture of Mike Smith and Max freaked out.  He was so excited to take a picture with "Biiiiig Mike Sniff!"

The splash pad was a major hit.  K and Max were in water heaven.  When it was time to leave Max was pissed and was telling me, "I NOT go home!"  There were tears, swipes at the air, and mumbles of angry toddler badwords thrown at me, but we made it to the car safely.

I know yesterday was Bump Update day, but I forgot to take a picture.  I will later today and try not to complain too much about being 35 weeks pregnant.  Life in our household was busy, but it just got a million times more hectic (I'll share in due time) and my stress level is out the roof.  I just started singing "The roof! The roof! The roof is on fire!"  I'm not even sure that's how the song goes, but I'm going to pretend it does.... My family is coming to visit this weekend.  Super duper freakin excited.

Until the bump pic, in a few hours, hope your day is great.

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Bag of Sunshine

Saturday: Started off bright and early for Ian.  He ran in Pat's Run which is a 4.2 mile run to honor Pat Tillman.  He ran it in 34:12! So proud of him!!

Then the rest of the day revolved around hockey.  We took Max skating at the arena.   By "we" I mean Ian, because I wasn't about to get on the ice.  Ian got Max a new hockey stick so it lived in Max's hands all day. He always has so much fun skating and has the most cheesy grin on his face the entire time.  What can I say?  The boy loves hockey.

Ian played in a hockey game afterwards, so we were able to watch him.  I couldn't tell which one was Ian because they all look the same on the ice.  Once we figured out which one he was, Max kept a close eye on him.  He was banging the glass and yelling.  I could watch Max, watch Ian play hockey all day.

Once we got home the Yotes were on tv, so we of course watched them.  Max of course played hockey while watching hockey.  We won in OT in a SO.  Good stuff people.   The playoff dream is still alive....barely.

Max wouldn't put his new hockey stick down, or take his eyes of his Daddy.

My loves. 

Max was so excited to put on his skates, and even more excited to walk through the tunnel!
Once he hit the ice he was practicing his hockey skills.

Posing with his new stick.  Look at that face. 

Sunday: I wasn't feeling so well.  I can't remember which weekly bump update I said I was enjoying this pregnancy.  I'll say this past week, I'm done.  I'm over it.  I want her in my arms, not stretching like a yoga pro in my belly.  I'm full of complaints and could go on and on.  I'm also super emotional, which means crying for stupid reasons.  I'm a bag of sunshine folks.   I'm ready for the week ahead of us.  We have a fun playdate with K planned for tomorrow, hockey Wednesday and Friday, Rib Fest, Community Garage Sale (we've been saying we're going to have a garage sale for the past 5 years...now we have no excuse!) and hopefully somewhere in there I'll sleep.  During the day-flippin tired.  During the night-wide awake.  Doesn't make sense at all.  Oh, there I go back to my bag of sunshine.  I'll stop.  I'll try and be more happy. 

We went for a lovely walk yesterday, and then ended it with playing baseball.  Well, Ian and Max played baseball and I was the momarazzi.  I also got attacked by red ants.  I didn't know they had ownership of a large rock that I had called my own.  I won't mess with them again....

The expression on his face kills me.  He had so much fun!

Hope you all had a great weekend!!

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34 Weeks

34 weeks, but measuring 35...what?!  I went to the doctor and he said I was measuring a week further along. High five!  As I let that sink in though I thought two things.  1.) Baby girl may come a week earlier. 2.) Baby girl may just be big.   I'm hoping for number 1.   I also asked the good doctor (I saw Doogie Howser, but he was awesome this time so I like him now.) if he knew the position of my kickboxer.  I didn't realize he was going to try and push her out trying to feel how she was positioned...had I known this, I wouldn't have asked.   She's head down, and the rest of the day and even today I've been in uncomfortable pain.  Like I can feel every time she turns her head, which must be big, but I'm hoping it's not.  When it came to hearing her heartbeat, Max was super excited.  He took a break from playing soccer on the iPad and mimicked the sound of her heartbeat.  Dr. H was impressed.

I have to say the weeks are going by fast.  At night I'd say time goes by ssllllllloooooooooowwwwwwwwww, but each day and slow night brings us that much closer to meeting our kickboxer.

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Weekend Shenanigans

So I know Friday kicks off the weekend, but Thursday I had some yummy goodness I just had to share.
Thursday: We went for a late dinner at Manuel's, which really was my 2nd dinner.  So I had dessert for my din din, and can I just say that the sopapillas were heaven in my mouth.  Seriously, that good. 

Friday: We had a playdate with K, Baby K, and Leslie.  Max and K hadn't seen each other in what seemed like forever so there was happy giggling, wood chip throwing, and running after each other going on.  Max held Baby K and it was the sweetest thing ever.  Ever since then he's been kissing my belly, and talking to his sister.  Though when I asked him if he was ready for her to come out and play he said, "No. (insert her name) not come out and play."  Hate to break it you Max, but she will not stay in there forever.  I won't let her. 

After the playdate we both needed a nap.  This boy fell asleep like this on my shoulder and I loved every second of it.  When he sleeps he looks so innocent and angelic...then he wakes up and it's naughty central.  Let's just say he hasn't been the best listener and has been testing my patience.  He must feel a change coming.....

Sunday: We attempted potty training today.  I'd say it was a success.  There was major happy dances going on from all of us.  He also was attached to Elmo at the hip and had him sit by him to watch the Masters.  It was freaking cute. 

Max and Ian had a case of the giggles.  They both were laughing so hard.  I don't even know what they were laughing at.  I don't think they even know what they were laughing at.  Moments like that make me happy. 

Today: Another tragedy happened to innocent people.  My heart aches for those affected by this senseless act, and I'm pregnant so you know there is sobbing going on.   What kind of world are our children growing up in??  

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33 Weeks!

Well...I've been doing the weekly updates for awhile now, and this week (and maybe for the rest of the pregnancy) I don't feel like doing my weekly bump update with all the facts.  I'll still show you a picture of my growing belly, but really....do you care if my belly button is in or out?  I've had fun posting about everything week by week, but I think I may be done.  To think I only have 7 weeks left....  Crazy!!  I feel like I just told the blog world that our family was growing from a family of 3 to a family of 4.  I've really enjoyed this pregnancy.  It's completely different from my pregnancy with Max.  I hope the labor is just as easy this time around as it was the first time.  Yes, I said easy.  I know early on in my pregnancy I was freaking out about having 2 kiddos and wondering how the heck you do things...like go to Target.   Now, the freaking out has gone away.  Now, I'm so excited to start our next chapter in life as a family of 4.  I can't wait to see Max meet his sister for the first time.  For him to hold her for the first time.   My heart may burst with love and happiness and I will turn into a hot sobbing mess.  I can't wait.  

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Dance Party

Just a post about my favorite little man and his cuteness.
  • We had a dance party in the car until it was time for Storytime at the library.  Yes, my windows are that dirty.  There was a dust storm yesterday and it made my car look oh so pretty.   Max has "moves like Jagger", except he's way cuter than Mick Jagger.
  • Ian went shopping yesterday and brought me back something he knew I would love!
  • The mayor kicked us out of our normal room for storytime.  Apparently a meeting about the budget is way more important than a story about a hungry caterpillar.  I don't think the toddlers agreed.  
  • The kid doesn't need toys.  Give him a blanket and he can entertain himself...and make me laugh for hours.  Well, not really hours, but at least 30 minutes. 
At this very moment he has gone back to his nudest ways and stripped off his clothes to play hockey.  Pure entertainment 24/7.  I love this kid. 

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Family Weekend

This weekend was a great one.  We didn't really do much, but we spent some quality family time together, and it was perfect. 

Saturday: We hung out all morning.  Ian wasn't feeling so well so Max and I went to Target to get him some meds and items for soup with grilled cheese.  While I was there I had to stop by the pharmacy to pick up my prenatal vitamins.  The pharmacist is really nice, and we had a lovely conversation.  It went something like this:

Pharmacist: I haven't seen you in awhile.  When are you due?
Me: Next month.
Amazing Pharmacist: Really?  You look really small to be due next month!
Me: I love you.

I totally meant it.  We laughed about it, but I was like, "No seriously. I love you."  People always like to point out how big the belly is, so when I hear the opposite (because I feel super ginormous right now) I get a cheesy grin on my face and want to hug that person and become instant bffs.

After we got home from our favorite store I started to have BH contractions.  I was having them every 10 minutes for little less than a minute each time.  They were painful.  Then they stopped.  I'm only 32 weeks, so I'd like her to cook in my oven for a little while longer.   I felt weird afterwards though.  We went to the hockey game and I just had a feeling that my water is so going to break while I'm at a hockey game.  Could you imagine?!  I would die.  Let's hope that doesn't happen!

It was an awesome game and they gave out hats to the fans.  Max wanted to wear his and he looked so cute.  He was pumped that Mike Smith was back in goal.  He knew he was out with an owie, so when they said his name he gasped in shock and yelled, "Nike Sniff!"  He also told me before the game that Shane Doan was going to score a goal, and he did.  Our boys beat the Avalanche 4-0. 

Sunday:  Today has been a quiet day.  We had family time this morning.  Max likes to watch Ian
play his hockey game while he plays hockey in front of us.  He'll get into his goalie pose and tell us, "I'm Nike Sniff!"  He also started a fight with himself and was trying to take off his shirt like the hockey players do to the jersey of the guy they are fighting.   It was hilarious.   Now he naps, Ian's playing golf, and I'm watching rerun episodes of G&B.  Great day so far.

Update: We spent the afternoon outside playing baseball with neighbors, and riding his scooter.  It was super cute to watch him play catch with the little girl.  He throws it pretty well so the little girl was shocked.  They told him he could play a game with them when "he's like 6 or something."

Hope you all had an awesome weekend!!



Today I'm linking up with Kaitlyn over at Wifessionals and talking about registering for your little bundle of joy.  This time around Ian and I didn't register for our little gal.  My mom was going to throw a tiny babyshower for me in LC, but just thinking about it stressed me out.  I don't like being center of attention, and I remember at my babyshower with Max I was a sweaty mess.   You can read about our registering adventure for Max HERE. (I barely even talk about registering, but there's a cute picture of Ian scanning things. :))
My one piece of advice that I have for first time mamas would be when registering for the big items: carseat, pack n' play, stroller, etc be gender neutral.  Ian and I were so excited when we found out we were having a boy, all our big items are blue and boyish.    We never thought about baby #2 because baby #1 wasn't born yet.   Now that we're having a girl, I really wish we would have thought about that when we were going scan crazy with the scanner gun. (that scanner gun is fun!)
Some fixes to our big items that scream BOY.  I bought a carseat cover off of ebay for $16.  So now our carseat screams GIRL.  The boppy we registered for was baby blue with trains all over it.  Super cute for a boy.  I purchased a boppy slip cover at Target that's girly.  
Boppy that is like brand new with a new slip cover!
Closet of clothes for baby girl waiting to be worn.
Diaper bag that is packed and ready!
Carseat that now screams girl.
Another thing.  Have FUN while registering.
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Happy Dance

Today was my dreaded eye doctor appointment.  I never know what to expect anymore.  I think my eyes are a-ok, and he tells me there's major inflammation in my good eye.  That was last appointment.  I had to put 6 drops of pred forte into my good eye every day and 3 drops in my left eye.  Doesn't sound too bad, but keep in mind I've been putting drops in my eyes for the past 8 years.  It gets old, and I plain hate it.  Plus, every time I go see Dr. B (who I love), I never have the same tech and so I have to go over my eye history every time. Every time.   Do they not have to read my file before they call me back?  There is this one test where I have to look at a black dot on  graph paper (easiest way to explain it) and the lines are suppose to look normal.  With my good eye-normal, with my left eye- the lines look like stairs.  Apparently if they aren't normal they are suppose to be wavy or blurred, not stairlike.   Sorry tech, they look like darn stairs.  Oh and when I told her I had inflammation in both eyes, she was shocked.  Shocked!  She's only ever had it in one eye at a time.  High five lady, aren't you special.  Rant over.

So today I dreaded going to see Dr. B.  I wanted good news.  For the past 6 weeks I didn't have meat (boo, because baby girl has me craving cheeseburgers), and put drop after drop.  Guess what?  The inflammation in my good eye is GONE.  Happy Dance!!  He said there was just a tiny bit in my left eye (aka bad eye), but he was super happy.  I have to go back once I've had the baby, but I am happy.  As much as I find not eating meat to be hard, and I drool over some of the food Ian eats, and maybe give the evil I because I just.want.to.eat.meat.  I'll take no inflammation any time. Happy dance, happy dance, HAPPY DANCE!

I'm exhausted after all that happy dancing, and must squeeze in a nap before Max wakes up.  I leave you with a cute picture of my little watercolor artist.

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32 Weeks

I'm typing this up at 3 in the morning, because I woke up with the case of the giggles.  I'm pretty sure I scared the crap out of Ian.  I seriously can't stop laughing.  I splashed water on my face-fit of giggles.  Drank some water-fit of giggles trying not to choke on water.  Played a little candy crush-tiny bit of giggles.  Read some blogs-no giggles, but now I'm wide awake.  Thinking about scaring the crap out of Ian-Giggles start all over again.

How Much Longer: 8 Weeks!!! 
Baby Size:  I'm seriously wondering about the size of her feet and hands.  The girl causes pain with every kick and punch.  
Maternity Clothes: Maternity pants and shirts.  
Stretch marks: Yup. (No giggles on this one.)
Sleep: Eh (until I wake up with the giggles....)
Best Moment of the Week: Leslie and Josh welcoming baby K into the world!!   Max loved her at first sight, so I'm hoping that's how he'll be with his baby sister.   Holding her....I forget just how tiny newborns are....so precious.  
Movement: Yes, yes, yes.
Food Cravings: Wetzels Pretzels.  ( The best pretzels.  Ever.)
Gender: GIRL! 
Belly Button in or out: In 
Anything making you queasy or sick: Nope.
Labor Signs: BH
Wedding ring on or off: On.
What I miss: At the moment: being a sleep and not awake giggling like a crazy person. 
What I am looking forward to: Since holding Baby K all I can think about is holding our baby girl.  I bought her first set of bows....tiny bows.  I'm saying it now, you won't see baby girl is bows that are half the size of her head.  
Nursery: Still attacking Max's closet.....there's been a lack of attacking really. 
Emotions: So happy that I wake up giggling for no reason!!! 

I'll post this at a normal hour, because I'm not about to take a belly picture at 3 in the morning.  

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Easter Weekend

Friday: I took this picture to send to my Mom, and it hit me how grown up Max looks.  My friend had her baby and when I saw K with her new baby sister she looks so much more grown up.  I know that's how it's going to be once our baby girl gets here and Max holds her for the first time.  

Saturday: We had some family fun with decorating eggs.  I love how serious Max gets when decorating, whether it be a gingerbread house or eggs.  He always has a look on his face that lets you know he's taking it seriously.  

I was so excited putting his Easter Basket together. 

Sunday: The Easter Bunny hid his baskets and Max had to find them.  It was so funny how he emptied the baskets and nicely put the items on the floor. 

Max was beyond excited hunting for eggs.  He'd find one and then say, "Hmmm....where it be?"  It was ridiculously cute.  He'd just throw his eggs into his bucket though so all the hard boiled eggs are cracked.  Such a boy.   Ian and I couldn't stop smiling.  Celebrating holidays with kiddos is so fun.

Today:  I know Monday isn't considered the weekend, but today Max and I went to the outlet stores.  They have a really nice playground and we had it to ourselves.  We grabbed some Wetzels Pretzels and went to play.   I also had a tummy check this morning and all is good.  Baby girl is super active.  I asked Dr. B if 37 was the magic number.  I so plan on started jumping jacks the minute I turn 37 weeks.  She asked if I had gone early with Max and I had gone into labor at 35 weeks, but they stopped it.  She said this time around if I went early, they wouldn't stop my labor.  Good to know...but jumping jacks seriously won't start for another 5 weeks and 2 days.  :)

Sidenote: I'm not a fan of April Fool's Day, but 7 years ago today I met Ian.  (Awwww)  

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