My Feet Hurt

I don't know what to say. Today was hard. I went camping last night. Greg's family loves to camp and I only get to see some relatives when I go to this big family event, so I went for a night. I didn't want to leave everyone, but I couldn't wait to get away from the dirtiness, the stubbing my toes on tree roots, tripping as I'm climbing in and out of the tent, the lovely aroma of the outhouse, and everything else that comes with CAMPING. I am not a camper. Last night I realized, I will NEVER be a camper. I think people that love to camp must get this mysterious high from being in the woods that just doesn't come to me. If it did, I could probably over look all the pain and inconvenience of it all. As I get flustered in the moments of camping, I long to say, "I am NEVER doing this again." But it just comes with the territory. Greg loves to camp, and every relative of his loves to camp, so I'm just going to camp as well, unless I'm to miss out on some major family time. I just wish it was spent another way. Watching all the kids, and the parents with their kids- all I could think about was next year and the years to come. It's just going to make it all SO MUCH MORE WORK. But who knows, maybe the kids will love it so much it will make it all worth it. Let's hope so. So this is how the day started, waking up dirty in a tent.

Then I come home to a car that is dead. I assume it's the battery. Thankfully, my home teacher lives five houses down and helped me fix it. It all worked out, but it added some hassle to the day.

Then to the doctor's appointment. Hoorah, hoorah. Remember my last ultrasound and the doctor that made me feel uncomfortable and told me everything was fine? Well, MY doctor talked with the OTHER ultrasound specialist and they decided that I needed to have another ultrasound. At first this brought me relief, because I thought I needed to be monitored still. But then she went on to say she researched my condition and I don't have a SUPER DUPER high risk, but I AM high risk so I'm going in TWICE a week, here on out to get checked up on. She told me all these wonderful things that could go wrong and how it's possible I would need a c-section (this is where the panic sets in). She also said everything could be wonderful and I could have a completely normal delivery, but she wanted to let me know all the possibilities, so if something DOES happened, I am mentally prepared. So I'm still planning on a wonderful delivery, though it freaked me out to say the least. So after some major crying in the Target parking lot, I bought a bunch of baby stuff. I completely overdid myself and my feet had never hurt so bad. I came home too tired to make dinner and am eating a bag of Reeses Peanut Butter Cups instead. Though I'm feeling MUCH better than I was, say 4 hours ago? I am wishing my Greggy was here to take care of me and make me feel better.

This was a week ago so I'm even BIGGER now. This was me at 34 weeks.

Remember this picture? This was 16 weeks. I'm wearing the same shirt. I remember thinking I was SO BIG at this point and SO INSULTED that people couldn't tell I was pregnant. Oh my gosh. I do not look pregnant. Not at all. I think it's safe to say, "What a fool, I was."

Now when I first saw these I thought it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen and vowed not to blog them. But I like seeing people imperfections, so I offer you mine.

Ugh, it just sags.

Now that's better.

Is this the cutest thing you've ever seen or what?

This is little Miles. You can't help but fall in love with this boy. Miles is my brother Jacob's son and he may just be the coolest kid I know. Of course, Greg and he got along famously. Every child on the planet loves Greg. And I mean LOVES Greg. When it comes to kids, Greg just has magic powers. It was really fun to watch them wrestle and pretend to be monsters. Miles was laughing so hard and getting so into it. My cheeks were hurting from smiling so much. Of course, it made me so excited for our own little one to come into this world. I've seen Greg play with kids a million times, but with him away it'd been awhile, so it was a great reminder what a catch I found and what a great Dad he'll be to our kids. I'm really lucky.

These pics are from our visit to Mom and Dad's, last weekend. My sister Danielle was in town so a lot of us siblings met up there to see her. It was great to see everyone. I was a horrible picture taker. I have been horrible about it all summer. But it was a nice trip. It couldn't have come at a better time. The last couple weeks were really difficult. Greg needed to pass his qualifications for shooting and so 2 weekends in a row he spent hours at the shooting range along with a couple of reports to write, which takes hours as well. So for a few weeks, we didn't get that great relaxing, snuggly weekend. It basically sort of stunk. BUT HE PASSED HIS QUALIFICATIONS!!!! So no more practicing!!! Yay! At least, not for hours and hours. And there weren't any reports to write and he got off at 12pm instead of 5pm on Friday and I ended up staying an extra night, as well, so we got to spend a lot more time together- which was GREAT. I love him. Life is just better when he's in it. I can't wait for this 5 weeks to pass and he's just HOME. Even if it's CRAZY and he's working weird, annoying hours and we have a new baby at home- atleast HE'LL be home. That will be better.