2 weeks left… AKA week 38.

Okay, we’ll get it over with:

I just figured out how to make pictures bigger. Baby’s been making my belly bigger all this time, so maybe he’s smarter than me. He gets Nathans genes.

Here’s a fun picture- Nathan took a picture of my face (you don’t get to see that one), then of my belly (see above picture, you’re lucky you get to see that), and of my feet:

My little toe on my left foot sticks up. Interesting. I wonder if that means something? I’ll come into money? I’ll have a life full of happiness?

My parents came up this Monday and Tuesday and taught Nathan how to smoke (on the BBQ, you crazies) and make BBQ sauce. I hate BBQ sauce, but I love pulled pork and ribs, so yay! I didn’t get any pictures, but imagine Nathan as pretty darn giddy and you’ll get the mental image. We had pulled pork, ribs, baked (smoked) potatoes, and corn on the cob. YUM. Baby likes BBQ.

They also brought me pajamas for my hospital stay- now I don’t have to look like a bum in my sweats and t-shirts. Guess I should wash them and re-pack my hospital bag (we’re going to have to move up from a carry-on shoulder bag to a rolly-bag.) We also picked out baby’s going-home clothes! We might go to the outlets (hello! 4 exits away!) to find some other clothes, since Nathan has officially picked out 1 outfit. Total. I’d love for him to pick out the going home clothes, so we’ll see if we get around to it this weekend- I need to walk walk walk, so it’ll probably happen.

We’re ALMOST finished with the baby’s room. We just have to hang some shelves and get a bookcase (this kid’ll be reading at 2 weeks, or at least if he wants to get through these books in his lifetime he’ll have to start by then!) then we’ll be finished. Sneak peak pictures:

Here’s the crib. And the ever-so-torturous green stripes. Which I love (now that I’m not putting up tape, taking down tape, putting it back up again (with Nathan’s help) and painting them).

Nathan wanted the chair by the window, so he could watch the birds at our birdfeeders. My mom asked if he was a grandpa. That sticker on the window says something about the NRA… Nathan wants to keep it there to scare intruders into thinking we have guns and will shoot them. We DO have guns, and he’s taught me to use them. Beware.

Teeny tiny little baby socks. How cute. I lined the drawers with some cute (AKA free since it’s what I put in the kitchen cabinets) paper. Oh, and there’s some mittens. No scratching!

Here is part of baby’s new rug! We got it for $13 at IKEA. I love. Plus that tractor toy (and a few others, on the other side of the rug, which is littered with baby clothes that need to be washed. No need to see that. Notice my toe in the bottom right corner? It’s painted with my pregnancy polish! I tried to get Nathan to paint my toes (since I have major trouble now, with not being able to bend or see my feet) but that was a big-fat-failure so my mom did it. Yay!

And here’s a couple baskets of diapers. He probably won’t be able to use them for awhile, so I’ll probably put the disposable newborn ones in there, but they look so cute right now. Cloth diapers are possibly the cutest baby things ever.

We’re getting close to baby time! Our countdown clock says 13 days, 7 hours until July 13. AKA 14 days. Of sleeping on the couch. Woohoo. Wish me luck.

35 weeks total… so far.

Okay, since I last posted we had our 1 year anniversary! Yay! In that time we also had to bury our favorite cat in the whole wide world, Daisy. All of her cute kitten pictures are on the basement computer, and my pregnant patootie isn’t heading down there anytime soon (you should see the pile of laundry that needs washing. Not gonna happen.) Needless to say, she’s buried under our beautiful tree in the front yard. Unfortunately, Nathan forgot about that while he was mowing, and stepped right on top of her, possibly caving in her burial cardboard box. It’s okay, he’s going to re-fill in her grave and put some grass seed back on there. Poor cat. It’s always interesting around here at Casa Woods.

Here’s a fun picture of how we spent our anniversary (besides picking up the cat from the pet hospital.)

We roasted hot dogs! On the grill! Then we roasted marshmallows for smores… over the stove. It’s electric. Kinda interesting, but I still got my smores, so I was a happy (indoor) camper!

Here are some fun photos of the dogs, just because they’re cute:

That’s right, Bruno reads the paper. He’s quite the genius. And Bosco likes to ham it up for the camera.

Also, here I am, in all 35 weeks of my pregnancy glory.

You can’t tell, but the little bugger always has some part of him pushing through my belly. Last night I thought he was going to rip through my side and just show up. It was super. And painful. One month to go. Unless he decides to stay in longer… in which case I’ll have a one-on-one with the doctor.

Oh, in other news, we finally got rid of Mango, our orange cat that we (okay, I) got from the humane society last September. She’s been… let’s just say a butt and we were afraid of her peeing on baby when he gets here. We tried to find a farm to bring her to, but alas, no takers. So, we visited the humane society on Saturday and I begged (and pleaded) for them to take her back. I ever-so-nicely offered half a giant bag of food, some litter, and the cat carrier that we brought her in. Take it away (but take my cat too, pretty please)! They took her (though we were there for an hour, begging) and now we don’t have to deal with her! No more cat fur! No more cat pee! No more dogs chasing the cat! (Poor dogs will be lonely now.)

Next week is my last week of work until September. Woohoo! The dogs won’t have to be put in their cage unless I go to the store, so they’re going to be even more spoiled than before. (Might I mention one is lying on the couch right now. Spoiled? For sure.)

Oh, and we got a camcorder. Video camera. Whatever floats your boat. We got some nice footage of the pups, and can’t wait to get baby video too! Pretty sure we need to stock up on batteries for the regular camera too. Oh boy, there’s a lot to do.

I’m pretty sure other things have happened, but I forget. Oh well. We’re heading into week 36 now, and the doctor said they’re ready when baby is! I still have to pack my hospital bags. Oops.