Happy 31st Birthday to the man of my dreams. You have taught me how to love life so much more, how to let go of the things that don't matter, how to step out of my comfort zone, and you always help me to see the humor in almost any situation. I love you Dan!

I think I've realized that it is almost impossible to have proper etiquette while you are pregnant. I have tried so hard to maintain my normal state of living... but it is so hard!

Last week we went to dinner and then the symphony with some friends. The night started out the same as every other day the last couple of months with a race to find something presentable to wear. With some advice from a friend I was able to leave the house looking somewhat dressed up. I drive Dan crazy because on nights like this I will still choose heels over comfortable shoes... it's probably not the best idea with my lack of balance right now... but I need something to make me feel like I look good.

We made it to dinner on time and I made it through the meal without spilling anything down the front of my shirt. My only major issue there was my huge snort during the middle of conversation. That was a first... and hopefully a last! I was mortified. (My snoring at night has gotten so bad that Dan has begun recording me on his cell phone to prove that it actually happens!) Nobody tells you things like this happen when you're nearing the end of pregnancy.

Anyways... we then drove to the Symphony Hall... but had to park about 5 blocks from the entrance. I had decided against putting flip flops in my purse before we left... so I decided to walk barefoot while Dan carried my shoes. Bad idea! I stubbed my toe so bad I thought I was going to start crying. We entered the beautiful entrance to the Hall with blood streaming down my foot. I made it to the bathroom (with my shoes on) but could barely fit into the stall. I was able to get cleaned up enough to make it to our seats right before the performance started... which was amazing... and the guys were nice enough to get the car for us after it was over!

I now understand why other women have a look of compassion when they see my belly. They understand the loss of being able to get dressed in a normal outfit, of spilling things down the front of your shirt, of not being able to remember what you did two hours ago, and of having no issue with speaking your mind to a perfect stranger who cut you off in the produce section at the grocery store. Thank goodness there are people in this world who understand me right now!

The Nursery

I have had about enough of looking at myself at the top of our blog! Anyways... I'd like to thank Dan for that heartfelt post he wrote below. If my mind wasn't in so much of a fog... I would write something just as special to him. Just kidding... I know he's right. :)

I wanted to post a picture of our almost complete TINY nursery. I would also like to say a huge thanks to Grandparents Swanson and Reeve for making this room possible!!!

Belly Hair, I mean belly and hair, oh never mind...

Well baby reeve is growing and so is Alyssa's discomfort (and mine). We are thing of using Austin and Amarillo for names but we can't quite decide which would be the boy's name. Alyssa made a deal with me that is she was photographed so would I, hence the head shot. Exciting, my hair. Only in the world of blogs would I say, "hey friends, look at my hair (especially when it looks like a sweet mullet in the picture)." Things are going well for us, spring is in full bloom in St. Louis and so are the hormones. You know the bees are finding pollen and sending messages out back to the hive, like "hey Dan can you bend over and get the pen I just dropped, or "I know you just laid down to go to bed after another tough day teaching in an under-resourced and over-crowded urban school followed by three hours of grading and lesson planning, but I need a six-cheese quesadilla with guacamole and sour cream and it cant be too hot because I need to eat it right now!!!" Well we all know that bees are fascinating and complex creatures, though the suddenness of their messages can sometimes be alarming. Well I need to go find something that just fell to the ground.