Where has November gone?

My second baby shower was Saturday, November 22. December is almost here and that means I'm almost one month away from being an actual mother. I have to admit, I can't wait to transition into this next phase. I can't wait to see him, love him, teach him and give a part of myself to this world.

So, like I said, my shower was Saturday and it was a whole mix of different people from different aspects of my life. Step-mom, step-sister, relatives from that side mixed with neighbors, in-laws, my mom's side of the family. All coming to celebrate my new burgeoning family. Kind of makes you want to say, 'Aw, shucks'. I can't wait to share this little baby with everyone.

We've had a bit of family drama as of late. Too heavy to go into. It's enough to make me want to run away. It's comforting to know that admist the gunfire, Anthony and I can lay and bed and laugh together. At least for a moment he can make it all go away.

My horomones are at full swing and I find myself on the verge of tears just thinking about certain things. My brother, Michael, for one. He has recently come back into my life full swing after almost an entire lifetime of abscence. I think he is finally proud of his way of life and finds that he doesn't want to hide from us anymore. What he doesn't realize is that we would have loved him unconditionally. He had to learn to love himself first. He is coming back in December and I am so excited my heart could burst. I love my brother. I LOVE him. I want Oliver to have Uncles. Tony is so distant but at least is constant. He has a kind heart and will find loving Ollie to be easy. Michael will be a proud Uncle. I can't wait to see his face the first time he lays eyes on that baby.

Only a three day work week. Wednesday is our VERY LAST Wednesday night court. Before, we have worked from 8 am to whenever court let out (usually around 7:30 pm). Combined with not much action at work makes for a very long and boring day. Starting next week we will have day court. It's been two years coming and I am so excited to have a normal schedule.

I've been Christmas shopping online. Bid on an awesome pair of ET bookends for my cousin Chet but I lost. Bummer. It would have been a hysterical gift.

Feeling plump, pregnant and beautiful. Oliver has found my ribs or rather he is big enough for me to feel him find my ribs. I marvel at this feeling of having life inside me. I've wondered what it would feel like my whole life. I'm trying to take it in without the worry or complaint. It is beautiful and breath taking. Possibly the coolest feeling on the planet. And you can find it within your own body.

Off to re-read Harry Potter

PS Twilight was so amazing. It was everything I hoped it to be and more.

This is Oliver's first debut a la 3-D ultra sound. He looks so much like Anthony which is fine by me. He probably will have the Wolf-T (eyes and nose) but the rest is all his Daddy. Only 11 more weeks to go. Surreal and terrifying. So much to do to make our dirty house a clean and comfortable home.









Once upon a time there were 3 girls. They were young and wild and would spend their summers on the beach in St. Augustine. They were loud, wild, boy-crazy banchee girls. Now, we are grown. We are all married with either children or children on the way. We all still in live Georgia but in different parts with very different lives.





The one on the left is my cousin Sarah Cat. I have been close to her most of my life except for the past 5 years where family turmoil and very different life styles separated us. We grew up together. She tormented me when we were younger. Then we became ruthless, trouble-some allies. Some of my best childhood memories are with her.





The bride is my step-sister Adriane. We met the summer I was 12 (I guess) and Sarah Cat probably 14. For several summers after we ran the beach like wild girls. There was never a shortage of laughter and trouble.





I was so glad we were able to reunite at Adriane's wedding. Adriane and I have remained closer, seeing each other more often than we see Sarah Cat. I hope that changes.





I miss those summers. How carefree we were. I miss how free we were in those days, never worrying about anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to be grown and sensible. I'm glad to have an adoring husband and a chubby cheeked baby on the way (see aboveI miss our friendship though and hope some summer soon our children can run the beach wild and carefree like we were (but possibly not get in so much trouble...)