A tad late, but here I am nonetheless.
This weekend we got a gas insert installed to our previously super-crummy fireplace. You bet your booty that I broke out in a very-pregnant-lady happy dance. The puppies were looking at both me and the fireplace with serious concern.
This weekend I got Brock in the Christmas spirit. Against his will.
This weekend we spent 30 minutes picking out the perfect Christmas tree. And I had on flip flops. Not the brightest idea I've had.
This weekend I decorated our tree with direction from Clark, who kept insisting that I put more ornaments on the tree and even suggested we run out for some tinsel. This man has the fever. I draw the line at tinsel.
This weekend my favorite newly-engaged-world-travelers came over and shot some video for our pregnancy video.
This weekend we went and saw the production of Annie at a local community theater. There was one actress that Rachel and I completely agreed was a Brittany S. Pierce doppelganger... Just not as fortunate in the dancing or coordination department.
This weekend I hit 38 weeks in my pregnancy. Less than two weeks to go, people! I cannot wait to meet this baby boy. And decide on his name.