May 4, 2009

We read up on some parenting info at the book store. I thought this was a funny title. BONDING WITH YOUR BUMP. There is really no way around it.

Drew thinks this is the newest funny thing I can do with my stomach. It comes in quite handy. Except when Noah is moving and knocks it off.
Here are some funny stories that have happened to us lately. All goes along with pregnancy. Drew loves reminding me that I am so forgetful these days and I usually prove him right. I think Noah is zapping my memory.
We went to church the other day and there were these two little girls about age 5. After I passed and gave them a hand shake and a good morning. One little girl with beautiful red hair, pulled the other aside and said in the most matter of fact way. "She has got a baby in there." I thought it was so funny. There is no hiding the belly now.
Later this day we went to Nakumatt (our version of Walmart) and I was sitting on a bench outside, eating ice cream (for the 4th day in a row) ( I got permission from my doctor) and waiting on Drew who was picking up a few items. And I suddenly looked up to the check out line and saw this guy. I thought to my self, "Wow, He is awful handsome." Then on second glance, I looked and saw that the guy I was looking at was Drew, I had just not noticed him at first. Talk about loosing your memory. Just for a second.
Well today we went to a specialty shop looking for corn chips. (Tostidos) when ever you find these you buy as many as you can. These and Dr. Pepper are our vices when in the city. Drew circled the parking lot and waited as I ran inside. Well after looking all around the store I found what I was looking for. I walked up to them, and accidentally walked too far into the shelf. I knocked a jar of salsa off the shelf with my belly. It tumbled to the floor crashing, breaking the glass jar, and leaving a splatter of salsa all over my linen pants. I of course went to the counter and told the lady how sorry I was that I did not realize my size. And asked for something to wipe off the salsa from my pants. She did not make me pay for the broken jar but, I could feel her pity on me. Drew of course laughed non stop when I finally got back in the car and relayed my story for him.