40 weeks and on the way to the hospital...

Aw..... precious...

Ping Pong Championships

We have a fun bunch of CEOs, CFOs, COOs, etc at my work and last Thursday the gloves came off and a challenge was issued from Senior Staff to the Warehouse. If Senior Staff was beaten in Ping Pong, we'd all get Monday off as paid vacation (Presidents Day; not a holiday for us). I always appreciate their effort to be creative and entertainers at the same time.

Excerpt from an "official" email from our CEO:

"The fate of a paid day off (which costs tens of thousands of dollars) can't be left to a ping pong game...at least if Dave and Brad are holding the paddles. They MIGHT be allowed to start the game but I will be there (with my professional grade paddle) to jump in if it gets out of hand.

Warehouse Team: As Dave said, bring your "A" game."

The Senior Staff team of Dave and Brad even dressed up:

Round One Senior staff:

Round Two:

Round Three:

The warehouse team was more conservative and concentrated in their approach:

The company even provided free lunch after the game.

And here's a really hot pregnant photographer ignoring rules from that morning's safety meeting and putting our safety buck record in jeopardy by carelessly standing on a table:
(36 weeks belly picture)

35/35!

35 weeks and 35 days to go! I've got my last (?) ultrasound this morning, so I should have some more photos to post tomorrow, and maybe an update on how big this little peanut is getting. Cause if you ask me, she's the size of a bowling ball already.

I'm pretty sure I've been mistaken...

...For a pincushion. That's right. My docs seem to think I need to be poked with needles regularly. So I'm pretty sure they skewed my glucose test results on purpose and failed me just to be malicious. Now I get to go have my blood drawn 4 times in 3 hours. hooray. Wish me luck.

{belly pic 28 weeks, but I have better ones to post later}.

18.714 week pic

So I was a little late taking my 18 weeks pic, and I was going to wait to take my 19 week pic, but decided I should do it now and not procrastinate. This photo was taken yesterday. Peanut's gotten a lot bigger in the last three (almost) weeks since this photo. And we find out this Wednesday if we're having a boy or a girl!

Note to self; do not EVER buy control top tights again while pregnant! Horrible experience.

Just finished the Jim Thornton Provo Craft Spanish Fork Tifie Organization children in Congo need new school desks Awareness Fun Run Race for the Cure

Whew. We got in 3.5 miles in our time limit (7 laps). That means Jessie and I raised $70. I also put Peanut down for 7 laps. Fun times. Jess and I took a lot of pictures to pass the time. Oh, and we cheered and high fived all the other people too. Just for moral support. It was a tough job, but hey, somebody had to do it.

{Us being super cheerful on Lap #3}
{Around the back of the warehouse on lap 7; I was following behind to protect everyone from muggers and such - plus we got tired of lapping people}

Then we were rewarded for all our hard work cheering and running with Brats and Hamburgers. And while we were in line (hey what happened to ladies first?) Jess decided that I need a 17 week belly pic. It was looking kind of weak in this photo, so I ate two huge brats to try to compensate for next time. Maybe 18 weeks will show more progress.

It wasn't funny at the time...

But it is now. Important Author's Note: Keep in mind I never said I thought I was fat. Now read on.

Sunday morning I lost it and started bawling. Why? Always a girl, I was distressed that I had nothing to wear to church. After seeing my 16 week pic above, you may laugh since I don't look like a watermelon smuggler or a manatee (...yet). Yet none of my skirts would zip up. Dave hears me, and comes in, and says, "don't you have anything with elastic?" Nice try. Then he keeps reassuring me that I don't look fat. See "Important Author's Note" above. I cry even more. Gotta love hormones.

But lucky for him, I have only cried twice so far in 4 months; the "none of my skirts fit me day," and the "I MUST have Chick Fil A lemonade right now day." I eventually found a skirt I could hike up past my belly button and still have reach knee length, and zip all at the same time. We finally made it to church, 40 min late. But hey, we made it. Wardrobe malfunction and all.

That night our home teachers came by. I was, of course, off getting a second opinion on maternity jeans from my neighbor Karrie, so I was late. I walk in, and they are sitting and talking to Dave. Then cute Bill (older fellow, previously bachelor, now married, no kiddos of his own), says, "you don't look fat at all." And I wanted to burst out laughing, "I agree."

At least Karrie gets it. She came over that night and I overheard her telling her hubby and mine, that they just had no idea how hard it is for a girl to feel she has nothing to wear. I'm glad she sees the difference between "nothing to wear" and "thinking you're fat." ;) thanks Karrie (you can be my interpreter from now on)...