Brain. Not working. Broken.

I am SINCERELY hoping that my brain returns to normal function after this baby arrives. I am basically sitting here watching the cursor blink, wondering WTF happened to any thinking/writing abilities I once possessed.

My body is just really being taken over by this pregnancy. After gestating two times already, I'm beginning to believe that my response to growing a baby is to hole myself up in the house and, well, grow a baby. Other acceptable activities during my pregnancy include eating chocolate icing, giving myself mud-mask facials, and watching Little House On The Prairie repeats. Attractive, no?

I just don't really feel like getting out much, writing much, talking much, or doing much. Don't you know? I am very busy producing new human ears, and such!

The ginormous swollen ankles are beginning to make their appearance after I've spent too much time on my feet. I can actually feel my calves/ankles (hereafter referred to, most lovingly, as "cankles") JIGGLE when I walk. Ah, swelling, my old friend. It promises to be a long, miserable summer.

I have gained just eleven pregnancy pounds so far (I'm twenty-five weeks along). However, I surpassed my DELIVERY weight with my two other children about ten pounds ago. I should be roughly the size of a barge come August.

I'm trying to get the courage to post a few belly pictures, so stay tuned. If you keep coming to visit, you may be rewarded for your efforts (or punished, depending on how you look at it). Until then, look! Cakes and cute children!

Baby shower cake, with my first fondant bow (and YES, that crooked brown stripe drives me BONKERS every time I see it:

Baby shower cake, with handmade fondant cow:

Cake for a Wilton fondant and gumpaste class that I've been taking on Monday nights:

Garrett dyeing Easter eggs...five days after Easter, because that is JUST THE KIND OF MOM I AM:
Garrett at his school egg hunt (note: I hid the eggs, and I couldn't really bend over, so I kind of dropped them and just kicked them into place. hee hee.):

Laura on her third birthday. Her Granny made her an entire 50's girl outfit, complete with handmade poodle skirt, t-shirt, cinch belt, saddle shoes, ponytail scarf, and cat-eye glasses. How cute is THIS:

Happy Anniversary to us! Seth and I celebrated seven years on April 22nd. We spent a night in Eureka Springs, Arkansas a few weeks ago (where we honeymooned), where we slept, ate, and I got a facial at a spa. AHHHH. On our actual anniversary, here, we took our kids out to dinner:

Laura thoroughly enjoyed our anniversary dinner (our little Future Competitive Eater ordered steak and green beans, causing me to break out in a sweat every time she took a bite...the choking fear, it consumes me). Garrett said it was fun to go on "our date", because sometimes "You and Daddy go out without us so you can have more fun". Oh, Garrett, but it WAS fun to watch you and Laura stomp on peanut shells, spit out chewed-up wads of steak, and climb under the table! A good time was had by all: