Baby's still in the oven.
Although M to the Izz-A seriously thought I was gonna cough Hamp right on out last week. Being sick is no fun, especially when you're pregnant.
I finally gave in to a Z-Pak when one night last week I not so elegantly came face to face with the fact that coughing uncontrollably mixed with my less than stellar bladder control brought on by pregnancy do not mix. I humbly opened the door as my pride made its final exit.
I'm feeling much better now and am back to my normal, chocolate milk guzzling self. And greater than that, last week I was officially 9 months.
We made my belly cast this weekend. Some of you may remember the one I did with Kate. I'll post pics as soon as I get some paint on that thing.
And for once in our lives we were ready for church early on Sunday so Kate took it upon herself to go ahead and start the services with the new bible that Granny and Paw gave her.
I'm scheduled for maternity pics this evening and hope to be able to share a few with you all when they're available. I've also got my doctor's appointment on Thursday and am wanting to hear that I have made 'progress'. Only about three and half weeks to go!