Hellerrrrr blog. I am currently trying to motivate myself (sans caffeine) after indulging in a “naughty” lunch this afternoon, and by “naughty” I mean my Big Ol’ Baby (5 pounds and 5 ounces and in the 92nd percentile, if ultrasound stats can be trusted) wanted a Wendy’s cheeseburger AND fries AND a small chocolate Frosty. Burp.

My birthday is this Saturday! Not that I am in any way excited, but perhaps I need to visit Michael’s again this week and take some pictures of things for Josh to buy me. Like glitter vinyl! Who doesn’t need glitter vinyl???

Soaking my feet in their first Epsom salt bath, last Tuesday.

Ohhhhhh last Tuesday, you were so very very cruel to us. Josh and I ate at a taco truck both Monday AND Tuesday night. It was delicious! And we were just about to go out of town, we were out of groceries, and I was feeling lazy! BOY DID WE PAY. Starting at around 7 pm at night I began to feel nauseous, Josh’s nausea kicked in around 9. At 10 o’clock I made him drive to the local corner store for ginger ale and crackers, and right about the time he came back was right about the time I started throwing up. Mind you, I NEVER throw up. It takes me back to the Drinking Days and I hate doing it, haven’t done it for years, but I maintain that evening between 10 pm and 3 am I threw up 9 to 10 times. Josh threw up 4 times, but he insists that his vomiting is more “powerful” than mine and apparently I am a “dainty vomiter”. Er, okay. Not just throwing up, either, everything out the other end as well!

Yes, we had a good old fashioned case of food poisoning, just in time for our trip to Spokane, Thanksgiving dinner with both sets of parents (finally), AND my second baby shower, graciously hosted by Fleeta. The timing was very, very bad indeed.

Our bodies didn’t even let us sleep in the next day, we were both up at 7:30, and we were sick ALL DAY LONG. I called my OB to tell her what was happening–the only thing worse than food poisoning is getting it when you’re 8 months pregnant and your poor baby is along for the ride. She told me to push fluids, and go to the ER if I was still vomiting or having diarrhea after 24 HOURS. Yikes. Luckily, I wasn’t.

Somehow, we pulled it together Thursday morning (Thanksgiving) to make the 6 hour drive over to Spokane. We still weren’t feeling well, of course, but at least the insane nausea that I’d had all day Wednesday wasn’t present.

Here we are on Thanksgiving evening at my in-laws, looking much better than we felt. It was the smallest Thanksgiving dinner at my in-laws ever, just us, my in-laws, my parents, and Grandma Frances, but considering the trauma of the previous two days, that was just right.

It was a special Thanksgiving because all of our parents were together, for the first time. Here are my parents, trying to coax a kick out of Baby M. He doesn’t perform well on command!

On Friday Josh and I were still feeling poorly, and I feel bad that I wasn’t more help in setting up for my baby shower. Luckily Fleeta’s co-host Peta came over a couple hours early to help set up. Here’s the fancy diaper cake they made together.

One of the things that made me happiest was getting to see my old old old OLD friend Lisa and her three kiddies again. I hadn’t seen her since 2013, and the kids since 2012, the year that their father tragically died. I missed them!

Lisa and I have now been friends for nearly 20 years, and she’s barely aged. Hardly a wrinkle on that gal!

The second baby shower was much smaller than the first, but it was cozy and sweet and special and I was happy to see everyone who came.

Decorating the baby diapers with Sharpies was a big hit with Lisa’s kids. Sadie is a carbon copy of her mother, down to the mushroom and turtle drawings and tie-dye.

I wore the same dress that I wore to my first baby shower, because why not? Although I’ve now graduated to wearing Josh’s raincoat AND puffy winter jacket. My coats don’t button or zip up. Sigh.

The entire trip was slightly surreal, probably because we didn’t feel 100%. On the way home, we stopped at the taco truck to inform the owners about what happened. The guy fixed us with a blank stare and muttered, “No comprende“. YEAH RIGHT BUDDY. I wrote a negative Yelp review. Never again.

I got this book at the library, although I have a seriously deficient (pregnant)) attention span and a GIANT pile of baby books I’m “supposed” to be reading.

I also have a painting for Baby M. I’m working on, as well as another secret project, that both need to be completed before January. Yarg.

On Sunday thanks to Youtube tutorials, we learned to use the Moby wrap. Then Josh just wore it around the house for a while. “Helps me feel more like a dad,” he said. Maw.

And look at what came in the mail last night, my parents’ gift to us, the sexy Bob Revolution! Woo hoo!

Maggie was, well, not that impressed. Catch yer later, blog logs!