24 Weeks-ish ... ?

Morning glories!  Thank y'all for your sweet comments yesterday and might I say I MISSED YOU TOO!  It's good to be back in the blogging saddle again!  I figured, since I promised them to you last week and didn't come through AND since I'm technically still 24 weeks, I'd go ahead and take my 24 week bump STICKER pictures!  Because they're too cute to pass up and I already missed using my 20 week one.  And since the Mister does this little important thing like, oh I don't know, WORK during the day, I copied my fellow preggie bloggie friend, Heather, and was my own photographer in a cute creative way.  This way I still have somewhat of a head in the pictures.  SO here are my 24 week (and 6 days) bump pictures.

{Woo doggies, look at them hips.  Believe me, in the words of Shakira, they don't lie.  They just expand.}

{EXTREME close-up!}

{Side view extreme close-up.  Yes, I promise there's only one.  Remember people, I'm vertically challenged.  Please pardon the armpit and the ginormous bubbies.  Apparently I'm carrying two smaller babies above little Caleb.}

{Side view with my head.}

{Peek-a-boo!  Might as well get some practice on that game now ...}

And that's it for the bump pics!  I will do my 25 week bumpdates tomorrow, but last but not least, while I was trying to find the bump stickers because I can never remember where I put anything I came across the following picture that was taken in one of those fun photo booths at a wedding the Mister and I went to last September and I just had to share.  The other couple is one of our good couple friends who we have WAY TOO MUCH fun with EVERYTIME we see them.

{My Mister likes to make faces.  Can ya tell?  We may or may not have been disgustingly sweaty from tearing it up on the dance floor.  The Cupid Shuffle IS my all time favorite dance of course!  How can one resist?}

Happy Tuesday lovelies!!!

I'm BAAACCCCCKKKKKKKK!

And where have I been you ask?  Well, sorry to be so mysterious my wonderful readers, BUT just like I don't broadcast on the www. that my Mister's out of town, I equally don't broadcast when we go out of town.  I just don't think it's a good idea (call me paranoid, go ahead, I know you want to) to let the entire internetting world that you have left your house for several days.  I'm sure there would be no way to tell, but IF our home ever got broken into while we were away on account of my blurting out that we were going to leave it unattended for 5 days I'd ... well I don't know what I'd do.  Probably have to stop blogging.  Which apparently I almost did without my knowing, ha!  SO, now that I'm back I can tell y'all about the FANTASTIC time we had at my stepdad's brother's lake house RIGHT on Lake Michigan.  The weather was amazing, mid 80's for the highs, mid 60's for the lows.  Pair that with a nice breeze coming in from the lake and you have pure. heaven.  I will tell you, this is ONE pregnant momma that did not want to leave that pleasantness and come back to the 105 degrees that is our Texas weather!  It was the first time in a long time that I can remember NOT sweating whilst drying my hair and/or getting dressed.  And it was a welcomed occurance.  So, without further adieu I'll share with you a little photo montage of our 5 day 4 night stay in heavenly conditions.  I hope y'all enjoy and THANK YOU for hanging in there with me while I went into a small blog hibernation! 

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What's in a Name?

A lot.  Especially when it takes you 6 months to come up with one ... and we HAVE! 

We can't wait to meet our little turkey baby ...

Caleb Ray Fulmer

I tortured the Mister, pinned him down and dripped water on his forehead MADE him give me a name.  And I finally got the affirmative to go ahead and let the cat out of the bag!  Ray is a family tradition on the Fulmer side so we've had that part of his name for awhile.  It's the Mister's dad's middle name AND the Mister's middle name.  We're so excited to meet you little sweet "C"!

I'll be back on Monday to catch you up on all the busyness that has been our life the last few days but I HAD to let y'all in our on big news!!!

Oh and THANK YOU to all of you girls that emailed and facebooked me and letting me know MY BLOG DISAPPEARED A FEW DAYS AGO!!!  What the H?!?!  When I logged on they said there was "suspicious activity" on my blog ... I'm thinking the suspicious activity was the fact that I hadn't blogged in a few days, ha!

And that's all, have a great weekend loves!!!

The Girl Next Door - Elizabeth Noble

Eve and Ed are two Brits who come to New York City when Ed gets a job offer he simply can't refuse.  They find a lovely apartment in a co-op on upper east side.  The story takes us into the lives of all of the residents in the building.  It tells us about their lives, the stories of their past, and their plans and prospects for the future, as their lives intertwine in the big city.  

I enjoyed The Girl Next Door for two reasons.  First and foremost, Noble is excellent at exploring relationships.  Even though I found the characters somewhat stereotypical, the depth of our journey into their lives, thoughts, and emotions is unique to Noble.  Secondly, Elizabeth Noble is a good writer.  There were no slow parts that I needed to skip.  And more importantly, there were no loose ends to the story.  

I enjoy books and movies that explore the inner workings of relationships, people, lives, and choices.  I love to think about the events, motivations and feelings that lead people and/or relationships to change.  This is the strength of Elizabeth Noble's writing. So pick up The Girl Next Door if you like to explore the inner workings of people and relationships, and/or are a fan of Noble. 

At the Movies - Charlie St Cloud

Charlie is an accomplished young man and a skilled sailor, who graduates from high school with a full scholarship to an ivy league college.  His life is on the fast track to success.  Then the unthinkable happens, and Charlie loses his younger brother Sam, and the light dims on his bright future.  Having faced death himself, Charlie comes out of the accident with a unique perspective on the world, and an ability to see and talk to Sam.  Charlie spends the next few years in limbo, clinging to Sam and the past.  That is, until Tess, a former classmate comes into town for an unexpected visit.  Soon Charlie finds himself at a crossroad, and must make a choice between the past and the future.  A choice that will change his life.

Charlie St Cloud was one of those movies I could have watched for days.  I did not want it to end.  Charlie was a great bird's eye view into how life in a sleepy Northwestern town can be both ordinary and extraordinary.  The acting was believable, and the characters were endearing.  So it was easy to transport myself to that sleepy small town.  And I really enjoyed the story.  It was definitely a love story.  Actually two love stories, one romantic and one fraternal.  Charlie explored our beliefs of what happens when we lose loved ones, and how we cope with that loss.  As expected, there is a bit of cheese interspersed throughout, but it was pretty good cheese that fit in with the story. 

Check out Charlie if you're a fan of the chick flick, and like Nicolas Sparks.  It was one of those kind of stories.  So if you want a sweet tear-jerker to cut through all the summer blockbusters, bring the girls to see Charlie.  But leave the significant other at home, because it is pretty much guaranteed to bore him. 

The Fur Baby's Sleeping "Patterns" ...

So remember when I told y'all that I was nominated for the "Worst Blogger EVER Award"?  (of course you do, it was yesterday ...)  Well I'm going to go ahead and inform you that I'm going to be renominated and WIN it this week.  I'm going to be MIA the rest of this week due to some things we have coming up, however I'm going to TRY and get a 24 week picture taken (with one of my cute stickers!) along with my bumpdates scheduled to post tonight for tomorrow's post but beyond that I'll probably be out until next Monday.  I know, I know that's a long time!  I don't know what I'll do without getting excited about the daily love I get from you, my wonderful readers, but I'll try to survive!  However I WILL make it up to you on Monday, complete with pictures n' all!  So for today, since I'm already admitted I'm going to suck as a blogger this week this post will be short and sweet.  And I do mean sweet.  Because it features one of the sweetest little guys I know.  This guy ...

{"Mum, why's all doze hoomans upsides dewn on de piktur box?  I promiss I's watchin' de piktur box, I's not sleepi ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"}

{"C?  Muh eyz is OPEN!"}

{"WYDE awa ... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"}

Those are some of the many ways my pup flips and flops when he's "awake" (wink) ... now, I'm off to be a good little housewife and clean the house.  All while dancing to the 80's on 8 on the satellite radio on our cable of course!  If "Somebody to Love" or "Under Pressure" by Queen comes on I can NOT promise that the cleaning will not cease and the dancing will not get more involved.  Let's just be truthful here.

Happy Tuesday loves!!!

I Have Been Nominated ...

... For the worst blogger EVER award!  At least, that is, for my performance last week.  Thank you, thank you (bowing and curtsying) you're too kind.  But really, I was quite the sucky blogger last week however I DO have an excuse.  I was sick.  Now as we all know, being sick sucks in general.  But being sick PREGNANT?  Try having tummy issues with a belly that's already 4 times the size of what you think should be the legal limit.  There is NOT enough room in there for baby, all his play toys (i.e. placenta, umbilical cord and all the other goo that keeps him going) AND some kind of virus.  Which is what the doc thinks I may have gotten.  I'm still convinced that it was dehydration.  Because of my lack of need to ... tinkle tinkle little star.  I know, TMI.  That's as far as I'll go, but seriously, a pregnant woman that doesn't have to winky tink every 10 to 30 minutes?  That's a sure sign something's going on in the urinary department.  I can't believe I just said urinary.  Gross.  No more potty talk.  So, needless to say that brought on fever-like feelings (Chills, waking up in cold sweats, etc.) which I'm not quite sure I ever had because we have (Well HAD, once my sweet mommy realized that I didn't have a working thermometer she brought one over in with a bag of goodies including tons of magazines, "sick tummy" foods and a grape slush from Sonic, mmmm don't you just love moms?  I do, but that's because mine's the BEST) a broken thermometer.  How do I know it's broken?  Because I'm pretty sure my temperature's not 55 degrees.  All the time.  As well as my Mister's.  And Koda's.  AND the fact that it's about 6 years old, and what digital thermometer that's over 2 years old really works anymore anyways?  So, along with the fever-ish feeling came the amazing heartburn which, I don't know if you know but heartburn is best friends with belching.  Thus the heartburn brought it's best friend, belching, which could only be outdone by the drunk guy on the Simpsons (My poor Mister that has to put up with that sexy-ness)  All coupled with achiness.  It was a fun couple of days I tell ya.  BUT I'm HAPPY to report I returned back to normal.  And JUST in time for the weekend.  Saturday me and my MOH went to a baby shower that was DARLING.  It was for a friend that's having a boy about 3 weeks before me.  I swear everyone I know is having a boy.  We're going to have some awesome soccer teams here in about 6 years ... Then, Saturday night we went to a friends house for a BBQ and some good ol' fashioned Wii-playing.  I'm loving getting adjusted to life with kids, both the couples we spent Saturday night with have kids and my old man Mister's personality was satisfied as we left around 9:30pm.  Earlier than we go to bed on weeknights.  Ha!  Yesterday we spent the day clearing out baby boy's room (Which I THINK we're 98% positive on the name, but I have to wait until I get the FOR REAL go ahead from the Mister to announce.  It's coming, I PROMISE!)  We got rid of all the guest room furniture and bedding and I went and ordered my glider.  I can't WAIT to get it all in and start putting it all together.  Next step?  Painting!  I think we're going to go with the lighter blue of the two blues in his bedding.  And that was about it for our weekend.  Just the kind of weekend I needed after being sicky poo most of the week.  And guess what?  I didn't take a single picture.  Shocker.  This is going to HAVE to get better when the munchkin gets here ...

I also wanted to talk about something today that I totally don't get.  I feel like I may feel about it like my husband feels about my obsession with the Bachelorette (Even though he makes excuses to do things in the room that I happen to be watching it in and slyly watches with me, but shhh don't tell him I said that ...)  And that thing is?  Shark Week.  I don't get it.   Why on EARTH would I want to watch a shark, the animal that probably scares me the MOST in the world, attack and kill precious sweet seals?  Sure, they're giant and neat to look at.  And I will tell you, I can't watch shows where they catch them and kill them.  It still makes me cry.  I'm an animal-lover all around.  But that doesn't mean I want to watch them rip baby animals from their mothers, yank pelicans from the top of the water and pretty much MAUL everything they come in contact with.  Let alone add to the creepiness that is my dreams lately.  The last appearance I need in one of my dreams is myself giving birth to a shark baby.  Let's not give the movie "Shark Boy" life in my uterus, okay?  So WHAT is the appeal?  I just don't get it.  They are the REASON I refuse to deep sea dive.  Something my Mister LOVES and I won't do it for fear of coming face to face with one of these underwater monsters and reacting by swimming as fast as I can for the surface thus resulting in popping that thing in my head that pops when you're scuba diving and don't go up slowly.  That would so be the way I'd go to meet Jesus.  "How'd she die?"  "By playing literal sharks and minnows."  I will show y'all the closest I've come to sharks (And it's pretty dang close but I was told these were the "nice" ones.  Sha, right.) and it was only because I was newly-wedded and trying to avoid divorcing my new husband as a result of his convincing me to go on this heinous "excursion".  Excursion my rear, more like a death wish ...

{See that girl on the left trying not to vomit into her snorkel tube?  That's me.  I'm fine with the adorable sting rays, that giant shark behind them?  Notsomuch ...}

{This is the next picture in the sequence.  There's about 5 too many sharks in this picture for me.  Not to mention the crazy native man that was standing in the middle of them throwing out "chum".  All I remember is thinking "eat him, not me, EAT HIM, NOT ME!"}

So there you have it.  For those of y'all that love shark week, you go right ahead.  As for me?  I'll stick to the Bachelorette tonight.