Emmet and Anika had a slumber party last Saturday. Our carpet has been ripped up in her room so they were both camping out in the baby's room. For an hour before bed they jumped off the bed and went totally wild.

Then I tucked them in and left the baby monitor on. Forty minutes later, they were still whispering. I couldn't make out what they were saying but it was so cute. I can't imagine what these two were discussing non-stop for forty minutes. Jumping Jacks? Playground politics? The new cartoon on PBS? They both finally dozed off.

Emmet cracks me up. Today they were being so goofy and I said to him, "I'm so glad you guys are the goofiest kids on the planet. Because I hate boring." Emmet looked at me with quizzical eyes, his head tilted to the side, and asked, "But aren't you boring?" What a laugh that gave me. Yes, Emmet, I have been very boring lately. I can hardly move around. Check it:

Yes, at the doctor yesterday I weighed in at 190 big L-Bs. Granted, I was wearing maternity jeans the size of sails and my Uggs. But still. I really think I'm going to hit 200 and when I do I expect you all to throw me a party. With a whale pinata. And golden Oreos. Dang them golden Oreos.

I took this photo of the poor Big B while I had the camera out. He works 12-14 hours everyday and then crashes there on the carpet with the heating pad on his back or neck. He's trying again to get on the volunteer fire department so we can have health insurance. There's a good chance he will get on because they need three or so new volunteer guys at our station. As much as I know we need it, I'm kind of hoping he wont get on. Only because that's the last thing he needs. This man gets no rest.

And pretty soon I will be getting no rest. Only 5 weeks, folks, until this baby hatches. Anika is going to FREAK OUT when she realizes we weren't BSing her! I'm so nervous about what her reaction will be. Don't worry, I will guard the helpless infant with my life and never leave the two alone.