Go Go Gadget Goose!

We've spent the past couple of weeks busy with work and appointments and not much sleep. The term 'nesting' has taken on two meanings in our house, the first in the traditional sense of feeling the overpowering need to organize everything to death, and the second refers to the 20 minutes before bed time where I arrange all of the 37 pillows acquired from around the house to form a 'nest' in hopes of actually getting some shut eye that night. Either way, I usually find myself heading to a different room/bed/floor/chair just to get a change of scenery and to give Mark some peace. I feel pretty human during the day and haven't slowed down much yet (although I have been acquiring more crumbs/stains on the little 'shelf' above the area formerly known as my waist, and slipping between the cars in the garage is nothing short of a cirque du soleil act). It's the night time that has me wallowing like a seal trying to get comfortable on the sand - but overall, things seem to be moving right along.

Obligatory belly shot, ~ 35 weeks

This past weekend we took our chances with the weather and headed down to the PGA Tour Golf Tournament at Torrey Pines.  We showed up knowing there would be significant rain delay but we still had a good time cruising around the course and checking out the booths. We thought we were smart posting up at the first green when the first group finally teed off but Mother Nature pulled a fast one and dumped a layer of fog down so thick that we never saw them coming, mostly because it was so bad they turned around and went back inside, never making it to the green. Although I didn't actually get to see anyone swing a club, I did see Brandt Snedeker warming up on the practice green, and I like saying the name 'Snedeker' so all in all I was happy we went.

This picture would have been way cooler if Tiger was swinging in the background, or if there was anything in the background.

No Photography Allowed - 35.5 weeks!

The following morning Mark was running in the Carlsbad Half Marathon like he has done for the past couple years.  He wasn't exactly what you would call stoked that the race happened to follow two weeks of work travel with consecutive 16 hour days, but somehow he pulled it off and made it safely under his goal of 2 hours. Nice job Sponge!

Go Sponge Go!

After cheering him on at the 10 mile Mark, I stopped by the store on the way to scoop him up at the finish and encountered awkward pregnant moment number 163. He had requested I pick up some beer so he could enjoy one while relaxing in the spa after the race.  Before selecting a six pack, the savvy shopper that I am, I realized the 12 pack was a much better deal and switched out my basket for a cart to transport my find to the register.  Feeling pretty proud of myself for selecting the better deal, I suddenly became aware that I was  9 months preggo and pushing beer around the store alone, so I swooped through the produce section and tossed in a bag of spinach on top just for good measure, like somehow that didn't make me look like an entirely bad mom. At the check out line I was of course flanked by race finishers loading up on electrolytes and coconut water and here I stood with beer and spinach, and to add insult to injury, the checker asked 'do you need help out with your beer?' clearly noting that I was pregnant and shouldn't be lifting it, never mind drinking it.  Feeling compelled to explain that it wasn't for me, she said 'well, you never know, some people get those by drinking these anyways' while motioning toward my belly. Needless to say I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

In Goose news, I've been going to three times a week for monitoring to make sure she's still doing her thing in there.  Most babies flip around to the 'ready' position around 30 weeks, but at 35.5 weeks she was still sitting prety in the breech position  To encourage her to flip, Mark gave her a little instruction by equating it to doing a back roll in wakeboarding. . 'so you hold on to the rope (cord) tuck your shoulder and roll!'   Then, the other night  I actually had to sleep in a chair just so she wouldn't kick Mark in the side. He said I was being punished for eating too many yogurt raisins before bed and that's why she was all fired up. Then today at my appointment (36 weeks) we discovered during all her modern dance moves she somehow made the flip - yes! The ultra sound tech was more than surprised when she said 'Yeah, I told you on Friday she still may make the flip, but I didn't really think it would happen - this makes my day!' Just like Mom this little procrastinator came through in the end and I was so happy I just had to celebrate with some  yogurt raisins.