35 Weeks. Ish.

Every time I get to the third trimester, I start rounding up on how far along I am. I try not to, but my brain almost automatically does it. I think it must be some sort of coping mechanism so I'm sticking with it. For example, the day I turn a week older in the pregnancy, I recognize that as how far along I am. So last Sunday, I thought to myself, "I'm now 34 weeks!" But I had already been saying that for most of the prior week. The day after I was 34 weeks, I started thinking and saying, "I'm 35 weeks!" I round up. I just do.

A few weeks ago, a lady at the gym told me I looked REALLY good. And it made me feel REALLY good. And then she asked me when I was due. And I told her. And then she laughed maniacally and said, "Oh no!!!!!"

I guess that cancels out her compliment.

So even though my due date is June 17th, I tell people it's "the beginning of June" or "early next month". Coping mechanisms.

Speaking of coping, I am trying to be more prepared for this year's allergy season. I'm handling it better than last year. I died a little last year. And I have been very worried for this year because you can't take as many things when you are pregnant. It's a pain. But I did upgrade to new glasses for those times where I just can't handle anything on my eyeballs.

I am not a glasses person. I have several friends who look fantastic with glasses. I don't like how I look with them and I don't like how they feel, but I'm trying to be cool with it.

Dan was also in dire need of glasses. So he ordered some. He asked me my opinion on three different pairs, and I told him to order the ones he did.

He looks great. Definitely one of the people who can look great with glasses.

Still, I shouted out in horror when he first put them on. Because I had mine on as well. It was at this moment that I realized I had instructed him to order an almost-identical pair to my own. Twinsies!!!

He asked me what was wrong, and I explained. He brushed it off. "You're exaggerating! They are not the same!"

Just at that moment, June came up the stairs and saw us in our glasses and proceeded to giggle. "Mom and Dad! You look like brother and sister!!!"

This comment disturbed Dan greatly. Things that disturb other people tend to cause June to be more curious and want to talk about the disturbing things more. So there has been some tension between Dan and June as they fight over whether mommy and daddy are siblings. HAHA.

When Gwen first saw Dan with his glasses, she refused to believe he was still her dad. So there's that issue as well.

On another note, that above picture was taken at Red Robin on a recent family outing. We tried and tried but couldn't remember the last time we had been out to eat as a fam. This pregnancy and my nausea and other ailments have really thrown our family for a loop. Everyone acted semi-decent, and we made it out alive.

We were celebrating that June had a work of art chosen by her art teacher at school to be displayed at a county-wide exhibit at the mall.

She had a piece picked last year as well, and I think her teacher is so top notch.  She knows June LOVES art more than anything else she studies at school, and I'm grateful that she has taken the time to help June with her skills.

I just went through all of our baby boy clothes and all of our summer clothes for everyone else and re-organized drawers and all that. So Dan was confused as to where Harris's clothes were now located when I asked him to dress Harris for the art exhibit.

I couldn't stop laughing when Harris came out wearing a bunch of baby boy clothes.

We must be filling our artsy fartsy quota for the year, because beside attending that prestigious art exhibit, I also took June and a classmate to see Charlotte's Web

And June wore her shirt to match! Like last time, she was totally enthralled. She kept commenting to me what was different from the book and movie.

And even if June does think Dan and I look like twinners in our new glasses, Harris sees the difference! We were looking through a Beauty and the Beast "look and find" book the other day, and he kept pointing to this man and saying, "DADADADA!"

And this lady and saying "MAMAMAMAMA!"

I win.

Ready for church last Sunday:

And after church most Sundays, the kids play in the nursery while Dan and I have a meeting with the missionaries.

We have been having Come Follow Me lessons almost every Sunday. They are short and to the point and always followed by a scavenger hunt. This week, we also tried to include a little down time to write in our "diaries". They are sketch books that each girl draws a picture in to show what her favorite thing was that week. It's the only way I can really incorporate family history into our little family at this time. I am SO out of the loop on family history!

And now I'm 42 weeks. The End.