Catching up...

I'm into my third trimester now and I couldn't be happier about it. I have not been able to get my life in order with this pregnancy and it's been a really difficult thing. Since I've been pregnant, all projects have ceased; I've sent out ZERO birthday, Mother's Day and Father's Day cards; I've neglected the blog; I've neglected my writing; and I've scheduled and cancelled or just plain skipped over social engagements of any kind. And the weird thing is that physically, I feel about 1,000 times better with this one than I did with Olivia. Things are getting better, however, so for that I'm grateful. And with that lead in...

Happy late birthday, Aubrey! Aubrey turned 31 last Friday. What an old man! For his birthday present, I let him play electrician for the day. I just gave him his birthday money to wire the closet he's building in our soon-to-be family room. His mom and dad came for the day and the guys spent their time working on the lights while Olivia discovered her love for the word "Pop" (which is Aubrey's dad). She says it all the time now. I think she just likes the P sound (although I'm sure she likes her actual Pop as well!)

I'm really glad that I have Aubrey for a husband. There are worse people out there I could have married. I've known him since I was 18 years old. Can you believe that? Of course, he did not leave a lasting positive impression on me when I met him...most people don't. I'm hard to impress, even if I do know you. But when he made the hard decision to go on his mission, I thought he must be OK. But I still think he's kind of a punk. He still gets me riled up (on purpose), he still aggravates me (on purpose) and he still spoils me completely rotten. And now, thanks to his stellar example, Olivia smacks me on the hiney every time a bend over. Nice. Thanks for being such a great guy, Aubrey. Hope you had a happy birthday!