Thirty

Welcome to my third trimester. It's all downhill from here, right? Is it bad that the thought makes me much more nervous than excited.

Here are some pictures of my progress. Don't be too grossed out.

 27 weeks. My belly is incredible high, like it's trying to overtake my entire being.

28 weeks.

29 weeks. Chris calls this my "morning face."

30 weeks. Large and in charge. Someone at church called me "big mama."

At about 26 weeks my boss returned from a trip that had taken him out of the office for a few weeks. I had seriously popped during his absence. The first thing he said to me was, "Wow, you have really plumped out." This coming from the man whose wife bore him 11 children. Remind me again why I think I am going to miss my job so much?

All in all, I feel good. I had some wicked heartburn until the doctor told me I was allowed to take Prilosec. Tums are for chumps.  I am still sleeping and working through the day well (knock on wood) and we are seriously enjoying our last few weekends of sleeping in.

Christmas Shopping

We braved the crowds this weekend, and attempted to do some Christmas shopping. University Mall was a madhouse. Through it all, we managed to only buy things for ourselves and treat ourselves to dinner. Yeah, we're great people. Merry Christmas to us.

Showered

I have been lucky to have two baby showers in the past few weeks. People love me, what can I say? Really though, I am so grateful for the friends and co-workers who have showered me with love and attention even though they know I am moving away and leaving them.

Chelsea and Jamie threw me a pink baby shower to honor the little one and it was fantastic. I got to wear a crown made by Mallory, eat lots of mini cupcakes, and open gifts to my heart's content. Well done, ladies. I heart you.

Hostesses

BFFAEAE

 Chels did awesome on the decor, as usual.

London Lovelies

I was also very excited about these onesies that everyone made. I even tried my hand at one and it didn't turn out absolutely horrible. I was shocked.

Emily threw a baby shower at work yesterday that was equally as awesome. There were also lots of delicious treats and great company. I have cropped the pictures from this shower to preserve my dignity, but here you can see my cheeks that are beginning to make me look like a chipmunk (you should see my other cheeks...wink, wink). Oh well, I'm pregnant and that's just the way it is. :)

The lovely assistants of TNI.

The spread. I was very excited about the hot pink plates.

I got lots of great things at both showers and am starting to feel like this baby is really coming soon. Thanks to all!



Sugar

This blog has been super dull lately, sorry. Work has been brutal. Here is something meaningless to read...
Last year, I went off of sugar from Halloween to Christmas, only allowing myself one cheat day on Thanksgiving. Things were getting out of control and I needed to develop some serious disicipline. It was a great idea. I lost a few pounds and didn't feel nasty for the whole month of December as per usual.

I tried to do the same thing this year. I think I lasted one week. After nearly ripping Chris' head off over something so dumb I can't even remember what it was, he suggested that not allowing myself sugar was probably not a good idea "in my condition." Yeah, those words really improved my mood.

Later that week someone at work emailed me a link to a study showing that those who eat chocoalate during their pregnancies have statistically less fussy babies. BS? Probably. But, this coupled with my mood was enough to get me to cave. I have loved every minute of the holidays since. Probably too much. Which is why you have not seen any pictures of me lately. :)

I may get brave yet and post some though.