I am down to the single digits for how many weeks of pregnancy I have left. I think I actually have only 8 weeks left. Where has the time gone?!
Sure, there are days that feel like years and I wonder if I have been pregnant forever, but this pregnancy has truly flown by. Maybe it is because I seem to have misplaced my brain somewhere along the way...
Yesterday I asked Belle if she could please wash Bucket's hands and face without getting her hands wet. The day before that I responded with "Yes, Wal-Mart" when Bucket pointed to the Ocean. Today, I gave my empty bowl to Sis and asked her to please put it in the Chicken.
My children are sure getting a kick out of this pregnant amnesia, they even said they are going to start writing the stuff I say down somewhere so we can remember it forever...
I'll start taking guesses as to when this baby is coming (I am due May 18th, my first was 2 days late, 2nd, 3rd and 5th were 3 weeks early, 4th was 4 weeks early, and 6th was 2 weeks early), and if he is a he or if she is a she.
Leave your guesses in the comments. :~)
Dad left on Thursday for the 2nd time to head to the boat. He needs to CQ (carrier qualify, or prove he can land safety on the back of a little ship in the big ocean in the dark...) before he can finish flight training. We said our good-byes and our prayers. We cried our tears.
And then he came home.
The jet that was supposed to take the guys to Virginia broke. So very comforting. But we got another night with daddy (quickly scratch the idea of having cereal for supper) and everyone was happy.
Then Friday morning we said our good-byes and our prayers. We cried our tears.
And then he came home.
Am I repeating myself here? Nope, you guessed it. The new jet on the new day broke. Very, very comforting. So, we got another night with daddy, yay, and had another nice dinner.
Today, daddy left again. This time he had to be at the jet at 6am so we said our good-byes, but we were too tired to cry. The jet actually made it out this time. I pray the jet doesn't break in the sky.
Have you ever driven a little convertible into the trailer of a moving semi? At 400 miles per hour? In the dark? That is about as close as I can get to imagining what Mr. Pilot is about to do.
Here is our reading list from 2011. Its fairly accurate, but I think a lot of the children's school books didn't get entered. We did count "twaddle" this year, but that will be a debatable subject for the upcoming year.
Twaddle: trivial or foolish writing
I'm still happy that my family read over 117 books to accumulate almost 20,000 pages read for the year. I will have you know, that they are very excited that we kept these records because now they are aggressively attempting to boost their reading numbers up, up, up! BTW, you have to FINISH the book to have it counted for the year. This is both a blessing and a curse, especially when so many of us (me) start books and can't quite get them finished by year's end...
The Count:
Family758 pages
Dad5,698 pages
Mom3,650 pages
Belle6,968 pages
Boy1,935 pages
Sis328 pages
Ask us about something we read and we'll be glad to tell you what we thought of it!
We aren't really getting a new van, but the Buffalo (our 8 passenger van) is getting a new seat installed today so we can all fit in one vehicle once baby arrives. I am so excited, we will have 2 extra seats so we can actually give people rides and visiting grandparents don't have to get a rental car. Yeah!