A Weekend in Pictures

Thanksgiving 2007 has come and gone. It's time to put away the turkey and put up the tree, turn off the football and trudge back to work. This year we went to Columbus, GA to hang out with Donald's family (below). What do you mean, "Who's that white girl?"
Aunt Myra and Uncle Kenny live in Columbus, so we all headed that way to spend the holiday with them (since they faithfully head to Charleston most holidays, it was our turn to head their way). Here is D with Aunt Myra:On Friday, we headed over to Auburn with the family to check out the school. It was the day before game day (ultra big game day: Auburn v Bama), and there were already TONS of tailgaters. Here is Dondie with the ultimate Auburn Hummer Jeep thingy:I just had to pose with Evan, Mylin's brother, donning the sweatshirt Mylin obviously bought him. It was also the day before OUR big game day (yeah yeah... I know we lost).
We spent the rest of the weekend back in Greenville. Mylin came back with us and helped us rake the yard, which had a thick carpet of pine needles on it. We collected a boat load as you can see here. People sell pinestraw like it's gold, but we're not interested in starting a business. If YOU'D like to come rake our pinestraw, remove it from our property, and sell it, let's talk. On Sunday afternoon, Donald and I went and picked out our tree. We've never put up a tree so early, but with busy upcoming weekends, it was our only opportunity. We made it official with Christmas music, hot chocolate, and Christmas cookies.

Meet our Japanese Retriever, Sadie. Isn't she precious?
Here's a fuzzy picture of our tree!Sadie found a comfy spot under the tree. I'm gonna keep my eye on her considering last year she ate an ornament that I made in 2nd grade.

That's it! We had a wonderful weekend. Baby update: Nothing new. We go to the doctor on Friday!

The Stomach Formerly Known as Flat

Before you accuse me of being vain, I just want you to know that I chose that title because I think it is just an absolutely great title. Knocking off Prince's name and combining it with a pregnant belly-- what could be better? I've already contacted my manager to make sure that the phrase is trademarked/copyrighted/or whatever so that People or USWeekly can't steal it. I've also submitted it for the "No Doubt the Best Blog Title in the Whole Entire World" award. If it will make you feel better, my next post will be "The Chest Formerly Known as Flat." ...You see-- I'm not vain. Vain people don't admit they have flat chests. :)

So the first pic is classic. This is me trying to clear the Oreos and doughnuts out of the picture. Little did I know, the timer was set on 2 seconds and not 10. Why my left leg looks broken, I'm not sure. I think I was doing the pivot move: Grab the junk food, pivot, dump it, and so and so forth. P.S. The oreos are for Donald.

Here is me with a pregnant looking shirt on. It's not a maternity shirt, but I have made it one, although the elastic armbands are starting to cut off my circulation.

Here is the full-frontal shot. My belly button isn't as deep as it used to be. We'll see if I can avoid the pregnant "outtie."Here is the side shot: Holy Basketball, Batman! (okay, maybe large grapefruit, and not basketball). P.S. all of these are me at 15 weeks (right now).


So there you have it. MB's stomach revealed. We continue to praise God for this ginormous miracle and continue to learn how to trust him with all of the unknowns. My dependence on him has the opportunity to deepen everyday despite my pull towards independence that has been tugging on me since I was in my mother's womb. "Jesus Christ is able to untangle all the snarls in my soul, to banish all my complexes, and to transform even my fixed habit patterns, no matter how deeply they are etched in my subconscious." Corrie ten Boom

Not a Good Title

I just made myself a broccoli casserole. I've been wanting some for about a week now, so I just went ahead and made it even though Donald isn't home tonight. I imagine I'll eat half of it considering I didn't make anything else to go with it. That sounds really strange. Who does that? Pregnant women, I guess. I'm sure I'll eat some cereal later.

So there are 43 days until Christmas. And I haven't bought a thing. Good thing Christmas isn't about buying "things" (riiiight). Although I also do reflect on the awesome goodness of Christ being born, I must admit, the traditions of Christmas do make me pretty happy. Christmasy smells like cinnamon, and pine, and cookies, and sausage balls (at least in my family), and Christmasy sounds like Nat King Cole and Bing Crosby, and bells, and snow falling (ok, not really).

Random: Today I was adjusting the shower head (while taking a shower) and the whole entire piece came off into my hands. Like, the pipe that connects to the pipe in the wall. Seriously. So water is shooting out of the wall, and I scream, turn the water off, and just stand there like a moron. How come when things like that happen, I do just the opposite of the right thing to do? Before managing to cut the water off, I turned the faucet the complete wrong way, making the water come out harder, like mini-Niagra Falls shooting out of the wall at me. Just like in high school, when I backed into another car- instead of hitting the brakes, I hit the gas, and hit the car again. Just like in college when I was in an accident, I needed to speed up to avoid getting hit, but instead, I hit the brakes. I hope that's not a sign of a low IQ. :)
Anyways, so now we have to get the shower fixed (how annoying). Stuff like that makes me just want to move (and hopefully the new owners wouldn't notice the big hole in the wall and lack of shower head).

Baby Spicken is still growing, Lord willing. I have borrowed some maternity clothes from a woman at church, which is a huge huge blessing. I am now 15 weeks...our next appointment is in 2 and a half weeks, and then the "finding out" day is a week or two after that.

The video below is absolutely hilarious. Thanks to Dewa for sending this link. The first time I watched it, I cry-laughed. I don't know why. [Definition of cry-laugh= verb; laughing so hard that tears roll down your face; laughing hard does not necessarily mean "loud" if you are the type of person who laughs and no noise comes out.] Enjoy! (and don't forget to vote for boy or girl! We can't have a tie. That would be awkward).