Maternity moments: the clothing

(Catching up via phone while Mike is out of town)

Me: So, I'm laying in bed with a tank top dotted in bacon grease splatters because we had breakfast for dinner and I didn't have time to change while monitoring "no pants I don't want to sit on the potty" Charlotte.

Mike: Man, you're not going to be able to give any of your maternity clothing away, you keep spilling on everything.

Me: #1 - you need to watch it buddy, those are fighting words to a pregnant lady, we can't help the spillage! #2 - there was no plan to give any away because I already have plans to burn them ALL in a bonfire as soon as this baby is born.

Needless to say, I am SO over maternity clothing. I'm wearing mostly dresses lately because the thought of capris or shorts makes my skin want to crawl. And, I'm cherishing the time I can wear dresses before my year of transformer-style bras and no-dress-wearing starts along with nursing. I will say that maternity wear has gotten cuter over the years, but it's still nothing any woman actually wants to wear when she's in the throws of feeling like a literal whale.

PS - I do have a fairly robust selection of maternity clothing covering most seasons, mostly in size Medium, if you know anyone that could use them; free of charge along with a good riddance from me : )

Marriage moments

Sometimes your husband's company is acquired and he's tasked with selling a few new products. Sometimes those products require hands-on training and continued practice. Sometimes your husband may ask to practice on you. And you may, despite the many medical procedures you've been subjected to, be a little squeamish. And pregnant. And therefore unable to drink. To say that the casting and sawing depicted below is something I will never forget (in a VERY BAD way) is an understatement. Our marriage is strong, but not "come at you with a saw" strong. From now on he'll be practicing on those with a little more perseverance (and trust) than me!

Seis

Six years ago we said "I do" and what a whirlwind life has been since then, in the best ways imaginable. In 2,190 days we've moved houses, added one (bad) cat and two beautiful girls, lived, laughed, and loved. I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat! Here's to at least 60 more years of the same.

Our Daddy is faster than yours!

We are SO proud of Daddy for finishing the Flying Pig half marathon, and had a blast seeing him at the finish line!