I'm Huge. Deviousness. And Freedom from Obligation.

I've been requested by a particularly annoying friend to update my blog, so here goes. Life's been pretty normal with nothing incredible to write about. We're getting down to the last few weeks before the baby comes. I'm due three weeks from Sunday.

Eric accompanied me to the doctor's visit yesterday. She seemed to think that I might be getting a little 'big'. Hmmmm....that may explain Twila's comment from two days ago: "See what I mean...She's HUGE!" Yes, my dear, sweet, compassionate friend spoke those words to her daughter Brittney (also eight months pregnant, but with a broken leg) right in front of me. I was really surprised that she had what it takes to speak those ugly words in my presence. And I will never forget about four years ago she had her feelings hurt when I said that she has a funny little quirk where she occassionally engages her mouth before she thinks about how it will sound. I can't imagine why I would have said that.

But since the doctor seemed to echo her sentiment, I suppose I'll have to forgive her. Actually, I already have because the fact of the matter is: I'm huge.

So anyway, my doctor wants me to have a quick sonogram to check on the weight of the baby. If it's too big, they'll probably induce me sometime before they normally would. So I have a sonogram scheduled for next Wednesday, which happens to be my step-dad, Chuck's, birthday. He'll be SIXTY! And it'll be the 10-year anniversary of his quadruple bypass. So here's my devious plan....I'm going to take him with me to the sonogram and have the tech tell him if it's a boy or a girl. He's going to be the only one in the world to know (aside from the tech who will forget about five minutes after we're gone) if I'm having a boy or a girl. Is that an awesome birthday present or what?! But I've sworn him to secrecy. He can't even tell my mother. So for three weeks, he's going to know and no one else will. I think it's cool, but if he messes up and spills the beans to ANYONE, I will hold a grudge for a very long time.

Why did I devise that nasty little plan? Mostly to drive my mother nuts, but now that I think about it, it'll drive Twila nuts, too. And that's not a bad thing. Also, I know I can trust Chuck to keep a secret. At least for three weeks. He's just naughty enough that he'll really enjoy bugging my mother with his unmerited insight. I'll hear about it for years to come, but I think it's a cool little twist. It'll be fun. I just hope the sonogram tech will be willing to tell him since we're not really there to learn that bit of information.

On a completely different note, Eric is taking the boys camping this weekend. They'll be gone from Friday evening until Sunday when I get back from church. Yes, you heard it here first! I will have my house to myself for the first time in well over eight years! I've gone on a couple of trips just myself since the boys have come along, but always away from home and for a specific purpose. Never have I had MY house to MYself to just relax and do what I want to do. For almost two whole days.

Of course, there are a couple of obligations that I have to fulfill in town, so I will, unfotunately, have to leave and run into town on Saturday afternoon, which is a bit of a bummer, but I'm still very excited. And I think I'm going to go with them to set up camp this evening, so I probably won't get home until late evening and I have to wake up and get to church on Sunday morning, but all in all....I'm still going to have seven or eight waking hours to my own self this weekend....in MY OWN HOUSE! Do you get that I'm a little jazzed about this?

Well, the next time I post will probably be POST partum. (Hey, that was funny.) You'll be able to hear all the gorey details of labor and delivery and you'll enjoy it, by golly.