Pregnant, Pregnanter, Pregnantist

This weekend, I hung out with pregnant people. Well, okay - not all of them were pregnant. Anne Marie had a really beautiful baby shower at Jennifer's house in Houston on Saturday so Meg and I flew down to join in the fun. Debbie was nice enough to pick all of us up and cart us around for the day. I really like this picture on the left because it shows me at 18 weeks, Anne Marie at 28 weeks and Sarah at 38 weeks. We're all 10 weeks apart. I'm all "Sure! I'll take a picture!" now, but I'm waiting to see how I'll feel about being photographed in about 8 more weeks. It was interesting to go shopping for Anne Marie's gift because I had really never looked at baby items before. There are 10 different kinds of bottle warmers, bottles, walkers, high chairs, strollers, car seats... I don't know how I'm going to make my way through the sea of endless baby products whenever we have to register. I say "we", but I'm not sure how much input Lee will have on breast pumps.


Since we don't have many weddings left, I always cherish the time I get to spend with my college girlfriends (we missed you Kristine and Jenny!). It's strange to think that the same people I used to shotgun beer with and get random body parts pierced with are now having children. Since I was just there for the afternoon, Lee picked me that evening and took me out for dinner. He's spent all day working at the house and surprised me with some new Christmas decorations from Crate and Barrel.

On Sunday, we attended a brunch and finally took our Christmas card photo. I'm not going to give anything away, but I'm wearing the same dress in the photos above so act surprised when you rip open the card. My wardrobe is limited since Baby B has come on the scene so I have to work with what I've got. I'll be so glad when I don't have to come up with a Christmas card pose next year and Ellie can be the subject of our holiday mailings. Because really, after she's born, nobody is going to be interested in seeing us anymore. After the brunch, we headed out to purchase our 2006 Christmas tree. I love Christmas, but decorating is sort of a pain in the butt. I don't have that many decorations, but I know I'll slowly be collecting more as the years pass.

I'll leave you with a parting shot because this made me laugh this morning. Every Sunday is laundry day at the Bright house. Trudie loves to sleep in piles of our dirty clothes - I think that's weird, but whatever floats her boat. She likes laundry day because that means there are ready-made dog beds all over the floor. This morning, after I separated whites and darks, I threw all of the clothes back in the basket instead of piling them on the floor. I walked out of the bathroom to see this:


I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't actually seen it. She usually can't find her way out of a paper sack, but she managed to crawl into the laundry basket to take a nap. She was bound and determined to sleep in the clothes. I'm impressed with her skills because that dog can make a bed out of anything.