Catholic guilt for not blogging??? Ugh.

So, I am back after a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG hiatus. My excuse starts with a bit of busy, mostly lazy, and hey- I am 38 weeks pregnant, so I can do whatever I want! Anyway, blogs are not supposed to make you feel guilty. If you have one- you know- they do. The worst is when someone tells you that they have checked it, and basically they are disappointed because you haven't updated. Well, all 2 of you readers...I apologize & I will try to do better...for me, for Chad, for you, and of course for the little dude.

So, where were we...well the last time you saw a pic I was at the 25/26 week mark. WOW! If you haven't seen me since then, wide load coming through! I am full on pregnant at 38 weeks today. I wouldn't describe myself as cute pregnant either. My ankles are swollen, my face is a bit puffy, I am incredibly sore, and my belly has swelled more than I thought was humanly possible. Sometimes I think that I am the largest preggo alive. I know (or at least I hope) that this isn't true, but I am not in the warm & fuzzy stage. That happened awhile ago, and unfortunately, blogging obviously wasn't priority then. I do believe this is all a part of His plan though, He wants you to start to feel a bit uncomfortable, out of your comfort zone, so that when baby comes, that world of uncomfort isn't too off. It is all a ride, and if this is what it takes for me to meet my boy- sign me up.

We have had a super eventful summer. We made a trip to Paris. It was fantastic. Going pregnant had its ups and downs.
Up- Parisians love pregnant women. Allowing us to cut in line every so often was a direct correlation. The food was AMAZING- unfortunately, two of my favorites, wine & cheese, were no nos due to the bun in the oven. Don't worry, I made up for it in chocolate croissant, french fries, and gelato (I know, Gelato is italian, but it is irresistable.
Down- it was unseasonably hot during this visit. I have told many that it was like summer camp. You know when you wake up in a cabin and you are sweating, you take your shower, and you are sweating, and it just doesn't matter what you do...you just sweat. Well...no cabin here. A 4 star hotel + me in Paris= sweat. Pics aren't beautiful, but we were blessed to be able to take the trip.

Our other big trip was an annual Davis family trip to Outerbanks. It was exactly what the doctor ordered. Lots of R& R with the fam. Everytime we leave there we start planning next year, that is how you know it is a good trip. I love a nice tropical vacay, but you really can't beat the Outerbanks...there is something about it.

Scattered around those two big trips, I was showered with love over four showers. I don't even think you could call it "showered", more like poured on. The generousity of my hosts, family, and friends still leaves me speechless. The showers were all unique, and just perfect. Both Chad and I are so blessed by the people in our lives, and can't wait for Davis to meet them.

That brings me to the last few weeks, no travel allowed, which meant no going to a best friend's bachelorette party; wedding. Super-duper bummer there. I live vicariously through the pictures and her descriptions. Jenny-I wish so much I could have seen you walk down that aisle in person. You are such a dear friend and you have picked someone to walk beside you in life who adores you. I know that your pictures don't do your beauty on that special day justice.
I wish you and him a wonderful new start!

Three of my besties looking beatiful!

Anyway, fast forward to TODAY- Labor Day. While the boy is ruling my body right now, Chad and I are counting contractions ALL of the time waiting for the big day. Wouldn't it be funny if I went into labor on labor day? Chances are slim, I know.

Speaking of the little squirt, he is doing just fine. Last time he was checked, he measured in the 41st percentile. All systems are a go, and according to the doc, he is ready whenever he wants to make his grand entrance.

Those of you who have been pregnant know that the images of the gush of water & the rush to the hospital really don't happen with most women. It's more like this...
"I think that was one...let's time it...ok it's over...15 seconds, that's it...or was that gas?...or was that a cramp?...wait if I sit down, it goes away...oh brother...will I know when it's for real?"

From what I hear from my new mommy friends is that I will know, so now we wait for little dude.

Speaking of the boy, you haven't seen the room, have you? PIMPED OUT. He is a lucky guy. It still takes my breath away. Now, understand, it doesn't belong on "MTV Cribs" or anything, but it is PERFECT. We have two little things to do today and then we'll call it. I will post pics then.
A lot of my obsession with this room has to do with our little boy who will be sitting in it soon, but some of it, is the pride I feel that Chad & I put this together ourselves. It is my favorite room in the house right now. I could just sit here for hours. I try to take in this quiet time because I know that it will end & I will soon be exhausted, stressed, and confused, but right now as I sit in this perfect room, in a perfect chair thinking about my perfect boy, the world is an absolutely perfect place.