39 weeks and can I just say... Are we there yet?

I'm being brave and posting a picture of my bare belly. Just when I thought it couldn't get any bigger it did... then the next week it did again... and again. All things considered I have decided to embrace the largeness of the belly and just be so happy that belly=baby in just about a week! Wahoo
SO... I am swollen. My feet only fit in my reef sandals if I put them on first thing in the morning, they are too big by the time I get home! My right hand has been numb and tingly going on 3 weeks now and I would like to blame my double chin on the swelling, but I think that might be the midnight bowls of cereal instead... Let me just tell you the positive things I love about being pregnant:
1. People are so nice
2. I have an excuse to nap
3. If my house is not in perfect order I don't feel that guilty. I like it clean, but if I can't bend down to pick something up, I am ok with waiting until Scott gets home to bend down and pick it up... no guilt attached
4. My students at work have been ANGELS! So willing to help with equipment and understanding I can't move around that much
5. I love feeling so close to the little guy. I talk to him in my head (as if he can hear me haha)

I can't wait to meet him. I can't wait to not be pregnant too! There is a full moon this weekend and a temperature change this week so maybe the barametric pressure will be in my favor. I'm off to do some jumping jacks to encourage jr.'s arrival. Hopefully next post will be of just him!

Fall

I have no pictures to post, but I just wanted to declare my undying love for fall. Having grown up in Southern California I was aware of something fallish but never truly experienced the beauty of the season until moving out of state. I know the East Coast has it better but Provo Canyon starting to change colors and that coolness in the air in the mornings just get me so happy. Not to mention football season and pumpkin carving and yummy fall candles. Not that I have let soup be a seasonal thing but I feel so much less weird eating french onion soup with a chill in the air than I do in mid-June.
The weather is forcasted at a not so fallish 88 this weekend but I am not fooled by mother nature. I can feel it. And that's why I love fall so much. That feeling of a season change, accompanied by the beautiful fall colors. (Quite the opposite when I feel the season change and there is snow involved: that just equals the grumps from me)
SO hopefully I will be up in the Canyon this weekend, possible driving the loop and enjoying what mother nature has to offer. If you get a chance, sip some soup and enjoy the most perfect time of the year!

Katelyn

I am such a slacker when it comes to finishing pictures I take of my family. This is my little sister, who is barely 16! Don't worry mom, I took lots of her smiling too, but I thought she looked so pretty in these!