Finally into the 3rd and final trimester of this pregnancy!!! I’m thankful that the weeks don’t feel like they’re dragging but I don’t think that feeling is going to last much longer… Our house is coming along very slowly but I’m hoping it’s about to pick up. My brother is out of school next week and I might kidnap him to help me get stuff done. We have some relatives coming down in a few weeks to really help us get things accomplished around here so I’m hoping we’re able to get a lot done before the baby comes. I really want to feel fully moved in so I don’t have to worry about it once he’s arrived.
In my last update I shared the saga of the dying insects that made me cry which is funny because we had to kill a wasp/nest last weekend on our front porch which made me really sad for whatever reason. This time I have another emotional drama to share.
Last Friday, Brady and I went to Panera for lunch. We both asked for Summer Corn Chowder (my favorite Panera item, maybe tied with Autumn Squash Soup), filled up our water cups, and found a seat. The table I chose had a cup of water left on it and some used napkins so Brady threw them away while I had a seat. This guy comes along and looks at me weird and goes, “I was sitting there.” I just looked at him for a moment and then mentioned well there was trash so it didn’t look like it had been claimed (is a water cup really claiming a table??) He continues to give me this stupid look so I was like whatever! I grabbed my umbrella, purse and water and started getting up. At this point he’s like you can sit there but he’d already made me feel like I dumb or something so I just left and went and sat somewhere else. He didn’t even end up sitting there himself…
Well I’m waiting for Brady to come back with our soups feeling frustrated and emotional about the table situation. He brings them over and I’m looking at them like… these aren’t corn chowder. “Are you sure?” One whiff later. “Yup, these are clam chowder.” I almost threw up. I can’t handle the smell of seafood even when I’m not pregnant. He went to switch them out but it was already enough to push me over the edge. Poor Brady comes back with the right soups to see me sitting there bawling my eyes out. It’s interesting that both of these stories have me crying after getting really nauseous. Oh well, that’s pregnancy for ya.

In other exciting news, we had our baby shower on Sunday! My sister did an awesome job of planning a shower for us before she leaves for the summer next week. It was fun getting dressed up since it’s a rare thing these days. You can read my shower recap here which includes a special memory of my mom.
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