The Final Countdown

In the profound words of Europe: "I guess there is no one to blame, we're leaving ground. Will things ever be the same again? Its the final countdown..." Even though they're talking about going into space, and I'm about to pop out a kid, the countdown is on nonetheless.

So, it's been a while. Last I wrote, my biggest issue was memory. Now it's my fat belly. Wow, how a few weeks can change you. I am finally feeling the effects of this kid on my bladder, and organs, and night time sleep is a challenge of pillow arranging, propping, deep breathing, and the like. I might as well build a mote around me, that's how sequestered I am in the bed.

Walking Filo is another challenge. This week has been cooler but last week was oppressive heat. Just trying to make it around the block is like running a half marathon (not a full one yet!). Plus, I look like Samantha Jones in that episode of Sex and the City when she speaks at the cancer dinner, and she's sweating profusely. It sounds crazy, but I often put my head in the freezer after the walk for a quick cool.

Trent and I took a mini tour of the East two weeks ago which was fun. We were up in Jersey for a wedding, then went down to the beach for two days. We stayed in Lewes, DE which was so nice, and so relaxing. It felt like two weeks, even though it was only two days. We could have stayed and done nothing forever. I will share photos from there, even though I look like a bloated whale in all of them. We had great meals, bought a few cool things at the local antique shops, and even met a local photographer who hand delivered a photo to us (for purchase) that we saw in the lobby of our hotel.

The hotel we stayed in was really nice, and quiet. Luckily no one was really at the pool, so we had it to ourselves (another saving grace for me parading around in my maternity suit). There was one couple who was at the pool for a bit with us, who we also saw in the halls every time we left, ate in the same restaurants as us both nights we were there, and were also at the liquor store at the same time. Trent thought the guy was a terrorist and was enjoying his last hurrah before drinking it up and doing something stupid, but I think he was harmless.

We headed back to OC for a day or so for the 4th, so Judy (Trent's Mom) could whoop it up for a night with her new beau! She's a hot number, so we had to give her a chance for some fireworks that day, literally.

Now, it's baby shower time, and the whole crew from NJ is headed down. We roped my parents into doing the wallpaper in the bean's room, so that was a huge help. If it were left to Trent and me to do it, I have a feeling the kid would have a blank wall for a while. They are also perfectionists in their wallpapering, and Trent and I just slap it up any way that takes the least amount of time. So, for the little one, it's probably best we had the experts do it. The inset pic is our painting day, and let me go on record to acknowledge it as Trent's best paint job. A+ honey, A+.