I am so smart. S...M...R...T

We were watching "Are you smarter than a 5th grader" last night. And a very "bright" frat boy was the contestant. The game show flashed up, as a tidbit, what the boy had gotten on his SATs and they seemed amazingly high for how well he'd been answering the questions up to that point.

I reminded Andy that they'd changed the SATs and the scores were all a lot higher now. I also made the comment that low SAT scores are not something I could comment on considering how low mine were. This is not a subject that has ever come up before, and he asked what exactly I had gotten.

Now, we both went to a Magnet high-school, we've both been in the Talented and Gifted school program since we were 6. We both went to an Honor's college (which my scores were obviously good enough to get me into I might add). We both love to read, and I feel we're pretty well matched on the intelligence level albeit in different areas.

Upon hearing my SAT score he sat bolt upright in the chair. He then proceeded to talk directly to my belly "don't worry little boy, my good genes will wipe out Mommy's bad ones."

The rest of the evening went well after that.

November showers bring...baby gifts

Lots and lots and lots of baby gifts. I think my son will be clothed for the better part of the first two years of his life. AND he will look adorable.

This child is already so loved by the entire family both immediate and extended, I can hardly believe it. It's a good thing to have this much love in the world.

Andy's Mom and Grandma did an amazing job on the shower. Organizing, decorating, food, people, the whole works.

Sometimes I can't believe how lucky I am to have found Andy and become part of his amazing family.

Some day very soon Aidan will know it too!

My toes...let me show you them

My toes...let me show you them
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I had a pedicure today, probably the last one I'll have before the baby gets here (hence the holly, I'm anticipating being pretty tied up before Christmas). I've managed to squeeze in three this year. Usually this is a treat I save just for my birthday, but considering I'm pregnant I threw in a couple extras.

I've always liked having my feet rubbed, I mean who doesn't, right? But it's something that has always relaxed me. When I was little and my grandmother would sit on the front porch in the evenings I would go sit on the old couch next to her and prop my feet up in her lap. She would sit there and just absent-mindedly rub my feet as she watched the happenings on the street and the sun went down.

It's one of my favorite childhood memories.

I've never out-grown it. As a teen-ager, I had a foot-rub deal with a guy I used to lifeguard with. He was willing to rub my feet for as long as I was willing to rub his. It wasn't ever a kinky sort of thing. After walking around barefoot all day on concrete that was hot from the sun, it was simply a mutual appreciation kind of a thing.

So needless to say getting a pedicure is a real treat for me. The pretty toes at the end are definitely a nice touch, but it's the foot rub that I really enjoy.

You know how when you were a kid and Christmas seemed soooo far away?

We had our second to last sonogram yesterday. Assuming, as the doctor said, I don't go into labor early, we'll have only one more before our little boy gets here. Pictures should hopefully be scanned and posted soon. Y'all have simply got to see his little nose. It is quite simply the world's cutest nose ever.

We also got the reassuring news that he now weighs 5 lbs. 11 oz. and should anything happen that would cause him to get here before he's scheduled to get here it would all be ok at this point.

Several things went through my mind after hearing these things. The first being "early labor?" Why have I not considered this as a possibility? My brain had simply accepted that I will have a c-section on the 17th and that's when he'll get here. Somehow it hadn't occurred to me that he might make his own schedule.

The second being, we've edged out of the danger zone now. The worst case scenario at this point isn't bad at all. And with that safely out of the way I can actually start routing for him to get here. So far I've been afraid to be too anxious or excited about him coming in case that actually made him come too soon. But we're good now. I can start actively looking forward to my Christmas present, and MAN does four weeks suddenly feel like the longest time in the world!

38 Days and Counting...

I looked at the calendar today and completely panicked. Baby boy will be here on the 17th of December. Yes, that's official, we've planned the c-section.

That means I only have 38 days to get an extremely long list of chores done! Not least among them, finish all the Christmas shopping.

People if it's not been bought and wrapped before December 17th, it's not going to get done. My apologies if you A. Don't get a present this year or B. Your present is given to you in the Amazon box it came in with a bow stuck on top!