Phew! I'm exhausted!! What fun this last week was!
Festivities began on Friday - my mom and I went and got pedicures, which was fantastic, because I can only reach down there now on special occasions. Aaron is dreading the day (which is quickly approaching) that he has to cut my toenails and do all the grooming south of the border. That night my parents, Dave and Shannon all went over to my Gramma's where we met up with the rest of my family for a big dinner, which was delightful. The Fourth of July was met with all of Aaron's family joining the party; we had a grand total of 17 over at our house for dinner that evening. Thankfully the weather cooperated, and we could be outside. Though we didn't see a fireworks show (I was asleep hours before it began), we did enjoy a few sparklers. Sunday brought about the babies' shower! Thankfully it only got up to about 176 degrees Celsius outside. My babypit (much like an armpit or a kneepit) was drenched. Such a lady. I got a really cute dress for the occasion. It hit me, however, when my Gap maternity package arrived in the mail with a couple of dresses in it, that I've entered the 'let's wear big floral print to see what we can camouflage' stage. I think the brain changes with the body, because I think they're adorable. The shower was hosted by my good friends Bridget and Rachel, and it was beautiful! And those presents were just downright adorable!! Carseats, high chairs, and clothes oh my! Will post pics of the weekend as I get them.
People started to slowly trickle away from Seattle, with Dave and Shannon being the last to go yesterday morning. What a time. Cried so hard when everyone left (see here if anyone is surprised). Really makes me wonder how we are going to make it through the next several months without parents and siblings living here.
On a brighter note, we haven't talked about my growing chest size in a few weeks (I've far surpassed the kitchen scale). Well, I finally just sucked it up and went and bought a new set of maternity bras (which are also a big snug, by the way). And it was even neater, because the Nordstrom employee had a trainee with her that day. I walk in, "Yes, I need to get measured please." She totes along her trainee into the dressing room... because there's so much space for three adults and two babies in the room, and I would LOVE an audience. "Oh yes," she says, "we can help you so they don't fall down to the side of your stomach like they are doing now... see?". Omg. Really? As I tried to look around the two skinny bitches in front of me into the mirror, I realized that my belly was filling up my torso so high, that it was splitting my boobs, making each one pick a direction. I hadn't noticed before, but now that she pointed it out, thank you very much, yes, they were, in fact, droopy and looked like they were growing out of my armpits. Brilliant sales tactic, I must admit, because I did not hesitate to buy two very expensive, very large bras. I promptly texted Aaron, aghast at the size, to which he replied, "Honey, 'G' is for 'Gorgeous'." Aw. Thanks honey. Makes it one iota better now that I'm almost half-way through the alphabet.
I've included a picture below of my 1 oz.-sized sister-in-law, who is a great sport, wearing my bra. I love the size of the straps.
