I was so good about writing in this blog when I first started it. And I totally thought that after I stopped working, I'd be even better because I'd have more time. Uh-huh. Riiiight. I don't have to deal with losing hours and hours a week to work and that drive, true, but I have other things I do with my time now, so I'm just as busy (if not busier!). I think that's really good; I like to be busy and have things to do. We have so many projects we're working on around the house and to get ready for Will and Christmas that I've got to do something on my To-Do list every day or I'm not going to finish before the baby's born. Again, I'm not in the least complaining about being busy. I'm just a little surprised sometimes by how much we have left to do and how time consuming it is. For example, we're driving to Utah for Thanksgiving, leaving Tuesday. Why on earth would we drive? Are we nuts? you ask. Well, no. We're not nuts. We're going to leave Ramsey with our neighbor Robert. Tippy is always really unhappy there, so we are going to try our best to not leave her there anymore than we absolutely have to. But having someone dogwatch over Thanksgiving is a huge favor to ask, and Tami and Ira have been doing a lot of dogwatching for us the past couple of months. So we're not going to impose. Leaving Tippy with a stranger, like at a kennel, is absolutely out of the question with her fear/aggression issues. She would be completely miserable and might attack her caregiver. No good. So we don't really have an option but to take her with us. She's a really great traveler and knows my parents, so it all works out well. We're also bringing some things back with us from my parents house that we can't ship, like the heirloom wooden high chair that my sister and I used and my dad used as a baby. So, you can see the method to our madness. I'm not concerned about the lengthy drive (it's 11 hours) even though we're doing it in one day. We drove 13 hours in one day to Humboldt just three weeks ago, and I was totally fine. We just end up stopping a little more often for me to pee. Things have the potential to get mighty interesting on the road each way, however. It's going to be cold and rainy both here and there, and we may hit some snow on the high passes. So yesterday I went down and bought new tires for the car that are rated for snow, and we'll be taking our chains. When I got home from getting tires, I painted the walls in our bedroom. That took about four hours. You can see what I'm saying about being busy. Today, as soon as Steve gets home from work, we need to finish cleaning out the gutters (since we'll be getting lots of rain) and we need to move the wood pile. Right now it's sitting out in the middle of the yard, and it'll get so soaked it'll take forever and a day to dry out, and it'll be quite cold by the time we get back, and we'll need the firewood. Ergo, we need to move it.

    If anyone has noticed, I put up two new pictures today. See, I actually took pictures! I just didn't ever post them, so I figured late was better than never, right? Of course, they're both outdated because as of today, I'm at week 33. Of course. I won't promise that I'll get one up for this week, since we're going out of town. Just in case it doesn't happen.

   Will hasn't been as crazy active as he was several weeks ago. It probably has something to do with his much more limited space. He used to summersaults and flail his limbs all over. He hasn't shifted his actual position in about three weeks, he's just left it at kicking and punching me. He's turned so his back is facing the outside, so of course he's kicking my organs. Just what they need. Here, I'm going to shove you into this little tiny space half the size you're used to, make you work harder to take care of me and mom, and then I'm going to kick you! Hahahahahahahah! Thanks a lot, kid. Such a sweet boy.