Woe to the fat lady...

It's getting bigger. And bigger. The belly I mean.

These days I don't much feel like blogging as I know it'll just be a vent to my heightened pregnancy emotions, my fat pregnancy woes, and my super pregnancy cravings. You know, the boooooring stuff. So, instead, I sit read your blogs and feel much better about not having turned you all off with my ranting.

I look at my fingers as I type and I think of the Simpsons episode where Homer realizes he needs to type with the end of a pencil as his fingers are too thick... and when using them he types several letters at one time. asdf jkl;. doh. Honestly I don't really watch the Simpsons, but I gotta tell ya as of late, the big pot-bellied, donut eating, mind numbing cartoon man and I have waaaay too much in common.

I'm at 30 weeks and some moments I'm telling myself I better start enjoying this as it's probably our last, and other moments I'm secretly wishing for pre-term labour.

The waddling has begun, the pelvis has thrown itself open and my hips are snap-crackle-popping. It's quite amusing for others I'm sure...watching the fatty try to put her socks on. The groans alone are worth seeing the scaring image.

Anyway, I'm off to plunk down in the recliner and try to catch the tail end of Oprah...(gotta keep my goals high afterall...)

It was blood red, and so beautiful.

Wee Ghosties..

Aunt Vicki came over and helped carve the punkins... Gabe's is the small square eyes with only one pupil (darn big knife), Ashlyn's is the small triangle eyes with only 2 teeth (same knife)...mine is the far left large one, and Aunt Vickis is the one on the right.

That's her trick face. As in the tricky of the trick-or-treat.

Here he is, working on his patient. Dr. Gabe has diagnosed her with having a heartbeat. Thank goodness.

Here he looks as though he's the one needing the Doctor. Poor Gabriel had a cough and far be it for me to tell him he couldn't go....I wasn't gonna ruin the event he'd been building up for days. So instead I just had to put up with the hacking, my grimacing at every cough...just waiting for the tell tale gags. He lasted until we left the last house, and then it was all over. his costume I mean. Dinner that is. you get my drift.

All in all it was a fun evening!