We have had a wonderful weekend. We got together with Jim and Jo Anne in San Antonio Friday night after our flight. I am starting to get pissed off about my lack of dinner eating skills when pregnant. I just CANNOT eat dinner. I can eat about three bites. Then, suddenly, I feel so stuffed and bloated and miserable that I just want to lay on the couch and moan. Normally, it isn't that big a deal until I am at a Tex-Mex restaurant, faced with a guacamole puffy taco that I cannot eat. This will not stand. I don't remember this lasting quite so long when I was pregnant with Becca. In fact, I mostly remember just stuffing my face nonstop.
Saturday Becca made a cherry pie with Grandpa and my mom and I went shopping at Babies 'R Us. I am always on the lookout for preemie sized clothes (Becca was positively swimming in the newborn size at first) that are gender neutral, since we aren't going to find out the sex of Baby #2. I only found two that are truly gender neutral. I guess it is just out of style to leave the baby's sex a surprise. No one markets to us!! Of course, I'll probably end up with a ten pound baby this time that won't even fit in the preemie stuff anyway (God forbid).
Where was I? I could talk about baby clothes for hours. So, this weekend we went to church. Becca yelled out "BE QUIET" at the top of her lungs right after the organ prelude ended. I had her sitting next to my dad, then my mom next to him, then me. Dad gave her a few lollipops and some crayons, over which she exclaimed about them being "BIG BIG CRAYONS! A GREEN ONE!" Then, when handed the second lollipop, she yelled out "A YELLOW ONE! I GOT A YELLOW LOLLIPOP!" I pretended I didn't know who that kid was down the pew from me.Then, we helped make Dad's devil's food cake with white mountain icing for his birthday party. Wait. No. We didn't actually help. I laid on the couch moaning (this nausea crap-like feeling has lasted entirely too long with this pregnancy!) while my mom baked the cake and Tara and David made it the frosting. We ate at Macaroni Grill with David and Tara and then we came home and had a little birthday celebration for my dad. He turned 64 on Tuesday, so my mom sang him the song "When I'm 64." It was cute.
Now Becca and I are sitting around the house wondering why it is so quiet. Mom and Dad are off at work and we are kind of confused as to how to entertain ourselves! Becca keeps asking me to go out in the backyard and find worms for her. Ummmmmmm....no.