Well hello.
It is I, your very pregnant blogger friend.
I am sitting here just days away from my "due" date (this medical term means nothing to me any more) and I am here to tell you that I would have definitely thought that over 2 weeks ago I would have already had him but alas, here I am. Mondo me. (I will have to have Jeb take a picture tonight so I can post!) I am to the conclusion that he will be in there forever so that when he really does come I will just be pleasantly surprised. I have gotten out the "birthing ball" to sit on while I am on the computer. It is so awesome! Although, if I am not careful and diligent when I get up and walk away, my lovely children like to see how it feels to chuck it at one another. Falling down in complete hysterics.
Both of my children are sick, which just really sucks, pardon the sentiment. At least it is a mild cold and we will get the 1st one out of the way. Poor things. I feel horrible when they don't feel well. And the real kicker is when ever they are sick, either one of them want me at all. Kind of like how Isaac doesn't want anything to do with learning to write his name but last Friday came to me, at Jeb's parents house, with a little sticky note that spelled out his name. I asked him when he decided he was ready to do that and he told me, at school. Hmm... I should be grateful that they are are such self sufficient little people. They will save really wanting me and learning from me for the big stuff hopefully. Won't they? I won't hold my breath.
Thanksgiving was so nice this year. Although I am in great debate with myself to hopefully have it here next year. I have never made a turkey before and I would love to. Have everyone over here, and have my house smell lovely for an entire day. Anyway, we semi-split the day this year but decided to leave out the double dose of helpings for the most part. Every single year since we have been married we have gone to Jeb's families house in the A.M. and then to my parents house in the P.M. proceeding to eat at both houses. This year I decided not to eat at both houses as my little camper/Joey/Big Boy/Uterus renter-outer is just about out of room himself which translates to zero room for me to eat. So this year it was 1 plate, lots of good company and a great day. Thank you to the wonderful chefs who feed us so well. We are spoiled!
It has been fairly quiet otherwise. We are just laying low and waiting. There is snow on the ground and it is beautiful. I took the garbage down to the end of the driveway this morning and the crunchy snow under my feet felt so good. The smell in the air is so glorious. I love winter. I wanted to just take off for a run but didn't think that that would have been the smartest option. I can barely sneeze w/o feeling a little nervous that he will fall out. (sorry for the visual) Anyway, Isaac is so excited to get his snowmobile out soon. I will be anxious to see how long we can hold him off. Ali keeps talking about eating snow too. I will have to keep my eye on this little activity this year! Christmas music is on the radio and the race is on to complete more friggin lists. Good grief Charlie Brown! I am so Bah Humbug right now, I just want to have this little kiddo and then I will feel a little more like the old Cassy that I know and love. The one who loves to plan and be organized. Can't wait to see what/who he will look like. Won't be long. I will remain patient. Maybe.
So this brings me to my next question for all of you... anybody interested in having "the podium" for a little while while I am adjusting to having 3 monkeys? I would guess that it won't be for too long that I will be taking it easy. (What exactly does that mean?) But thought that if anyone was interested I would be more than happy to have you as a "guest host". Think about it an let me know. In the meantime, please let me just tell you how much I have enjoyed this blog and seeing my little "tracker" numbers soar everytime I log on. I hope to have lots more fun and semi-exciting things to report really soon. Until then.

My love, all my big belly love,
Cassy