You know you're in the last trimester of pregnancy when...

Picking up a sock off the ground takes thought and preparation.

Your tummy can be conveniently used as a cup holder, TV dinner stand, and crumb catcher.

You daydream of doing sit-ups.

People smile at your belly before they smile at your face.

Rolling out of bed in the morning is a task requiring 1, 2, 3, an occasional grunt, and... GO

Giving an adequate urine sample at the Dr. office is no longer a concern or worry.

You select your shoes based on how comfortable they are.

You are afraid to laugh or sneeze. (you know why.)

You give up hope of shaving your legs or other areas that cannot be seen for the next 2 months.

You don't care if you wear the same shirt 3-5 times in the same week.

Wishing someone would offer you a ride from the house to your car. 

Everyone starts treating you like a delicate flower.

Only getting up once in the night to pee is a huge relief and accomplishment.

You avoid changing in front of a mirror in fear of catching a glimpse of your figure. Ugh.

Debating for several minutes if it's worth it to go downstairs to fetch something.

I'm starting to experience all of these. Gotta love it:)  I realized looking back on my blog I didn't document much of my pregnancy with Weston. I was not any better with this one. Whoops! Truly, I am so grateful to be pregnant, but so ready to have this baby. I have been fortunate to have a fairly easy pregnancy physically. No morning sickness or anything like that. I was kind of an emotional wreck with this one at first. Now it's just having no energy, not feeling like myself, and feeling a little down in the dumps at times.  Exercise seems to help me a lot with this and I've tried to keep it up throughout because it gives me energy and makes me happier:) I can feel this one move a lot more than I did Weston. He is kicking, rolling, and moving all the time.  My Dr. says it's probably just how I'm carrying this one, lower and all in front, with placenta behind the baby.  He's on my bladder all the time, little stinker:)  I know all the discomforts of pregnancy are absolutley worth it though. I really do love being a mother. Baby has been growing and healthy so I couldn't be more happy about that.
I can't wait to meet this little boy and have him in my arms. 8 more weeks!

Catching up...March

Trying to play catch up here. I'm attempting a goal of a monthly update with the blog for journaling purposes. I said attempting, not making any promises. I don't keep an actual paper/book journal, so I consider this my journal to record and remember things. So.... March. This month has been fun. We went to Logan a couple weeks ago to visit and hang out with the family.

 Weston enjoyed playing with this little cutie. 

 I'm so glad he has so many cousins close in age to play with. 

This is very belated, but on Dr. Seuss's birthday a few weeks ago my sister did a cute Dr. Seuss day for the kids.

 It was so fun. We read Dr. Seuss books, made "cat in the hat" dessert, 

 and made footprints.

 Cheese!! We had a blast. Thanks Suzie for the fun day. 

We also went to Disney on Ice with grandpa and grandma Emmett, and aunt Amy.  It was "Toy Story" theme and it was so cute. I don't have any pictures. I took one with my phone but it turned out too dark and horrible, so just trust me, we went and it was awesome:) Thanks you Emmett's for taking us!

Where's Monkey?

A couple weeks ago Weston made a new "imaginary monkey friend". He is always asking where monkey is and spends a lot of time "looking for him." We never find him, but he is always somewhere like out in the snow, or in a certain store, closet, car, under his crib, or elsewhere. I thought it a little strange for him to have an imaginary friend so young but I looked it up and it's pretty normal. It's developmentally a way for him to practice his communication.  He is always saying everything about monkey. "Where's monkey?, Is he in there/here?, he's working, he's at the store, he's finding bananas, monkey went bye-bye, give monkey this, let's find him!  His language has exploded the past few weeks!  He is awfully concerned about monkeys well-being and his whereabouts. He asked me with his cute concerned look if monkey was okay several times today.  It's so funny. I love this little boy. I've read this is very common for a "first child" too.  It will be nice for him to have a little brother to talk to soon:)

Out of the mouths of Beehives...

I've spent a good majority of the last four years in our ward working in the Young Women's program. I really love it. I think of all auxiliaries in the church, this is where I most like to be. Right now I am the beehive leader. It is my favorite age group of Young Women to work with because they are seriously so cute and funny. They say some pretty funny things, not necessarily meaning to be funny, but they are. They are still young and naive, and rather honest in their opinions:) I find myself many times trying not to laugh at their random comments and having to further explain things. Im also reminded that I am almost 30 years old after all.  Sometimes I'm a little taken aback and think, "Did she really just say that?" Here are a few of the most recent...

After disclosing the age at which I was married she gasped, "oh man that would kind of stink to be that old when you get married!" 

At 20ish weeks pregnant in the middle of a lesson "Excuse me Sister Emmett, I don't mean to be rude, but are you pregnant?... 

or did you just eat a lot for breakfast?"

During a lesson about the role of a mother she says, "oh I think it would be awesome to just sit home with my kids and not have to do anything."

"If I can't get married, I'll probably serve a mission too..."

During a lesson on marriage she comments, "I just think it's weird, my mom must think my Dad is hot. I don't think he is very hot at all... but whatever.

"How were you suppose to "text" in high school if you didn't have a cell phone?...that would be like, soooooo weird."

"Oh I'll pray, I'll pray, I'll get a hot husband as a blessing." (giggles all around...) 

"You play soccer Sister Emmett?... they have soccer leagues for old people too?"

Most of all, I love teaching these girls the gospel and what I know about life. They teach me too. I really hope they never release me and put me somewhere like, let's say, the Relief Society...Yikes. I better be careful what I say and wish for though.

Snow.

I was determined to have a good attitude about the wintery weather today and get out of the house. So I bundled Wes up and we played outside in the snow for almost 3 hours.

He had a blast.

Wore me right out.

shoveling snow.

getting buried over and over and over again,

and making a little snowman.

I guess winter isn't so bad after all:)...even when it begins in March.