Hi friends!  I’m sitting on my couch, drinking coffee and I just finished a bowl of Cocoa Puffs.  (have you tried Chocolate Cheerios?  They are so good!)  I have a call in a few minutes, then I’m heading out for my appointment with my chiropractor.  Tonight, Erin, Lovelyn and I are going to dinner.  I am so excited to have this girl time tonight.  It has been way too long.

So, the Superbowl is this Sunday which just happens to fall on MY birthday which I find to be incredibly rude that the NFL did not check their calendars to make sure it coincided with my birthday, but they didn’t.

But I think I’m okay with that, I actually look forward to spending the evening at home, maybe eating SPICY chicken wings, LOTS OF THEM and just relaxing with Brian and the kids.  I do live in Indiana, but I am a Bears fan (I live very close to Chicago) and I do like the Colts, however, the Colts just won the Superbowl (when they beat the Bears), so I think the Saints should get a turn to win this year.  Don’t you think?

Also?  I do not understand football AT ALL.

My pregnancy is going very well.  I am growing a lot, I am really, really hot almost all of the time and I continue to have several Braxton Hicks a day.  Also,  I am already tired of people staring at me.  I want to come out with a line of maternity shirts with various things printed on the belly, like:

“Really?  You think I could be having triplets?  SHUT IT.”

or

“No, YOU look like you’re going to give birth any day now.”

or

“Life will be so much better when you stop staring at me.”

or

“No, I’m not pregnant, I just ate the last person who stared at me for too long.  YOU ARE NEXT.”

Not that I’m angry or anything.

Last week, Brian, the kids and I went to the mall and I felt like a circus act.  Maybe I’m just self-conscious (as per Brian) or maybe people wonder how I walk without falling over, or maybe they’re just expecting a baby to fall out of my vagina right at that moment, whatever it is, it’s just not fun.  So friends, if you can’t say anything nice to a pregnant lady (and you should) don’t say anything at all.  m’kay?

End rant.

Tomorrow, after I receive a long, luxurious spa pedicure (courtesy of Crooked Eyebrow!), we are painting the baby’s room.  I can’t even imagine what that is going to feel like.  It’s been a week since we’ve officially named our boy and it’s been so fun.  Although, Anna continues to forget his name and call him other random names but that’s okay, I’m glad we decided now and not when he’s born.  The other night she referred to him as “Isaac or whatever.”  (nowhere near his name.)

I’m not going to lie.  WE LAUGHED SO HARD.

Which has been our theme this week, it seems, watching our kids soaking everything in, laughing whenever possible and just living and loving with their whole selves.  It’s been beautiful.  (I wrote more about that here.)

Gotta go – time for my call to begin!

Happy Friday and thank you for reading!

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