Pregnancy
To honor the beginning of the 3rd trimester, I got the belly decorated:
No, no, no, I didn't run over the new LA Ink store for some needlework.. its just a fun henna tattoo with a little glitter for added effect.
Just a little fun for a summer baby belly...
I over did it in San Fran last week. When one feels cute and loves flaunting the belly, one forgets that she is PREGNANT and that her body is doing incredible things like, oh creating a new life, and no matter how good she's been with working out and doing yoga, walking over 10 miles of hills in ballet flats over a 24-hour period may not be the smartest thing to do.
I came home and noticed a distinct difference in my gait. Its now waddletastic. I also have issues getting out of bed, off the couch, off the floor and yes, I feel as if my legs are a wishbone that some little kid is fighting with his sister over and pulling apart.
Oh, welcome welcome THIRD TRIMESTER! The beginning of the end...
Its amazing to me how my body has responded just as my daily newsletter from What to Freak Out About When You Are Expecting told me it would. At about 11 weeks, it told me "hey, you are going to start feeling better and have more energy!" And Voila! I did! This week it reminded me that the so-called "fun trimester" is nearing its end and now you will really begin to feel like a disabled beach whale. LaLaLa! Not me! I'm feeling GREAT!
BAM! Where the hell did that brick wall I just rammed into with my forehead come from??
So, let the bitching begin I guess. I'm in the last 12-13 weeks of what is almost definitely my last pregnancy. There is a fully formed child in my belly kicking and twirling and just waiting until she's gained enough weight and her little lungs are ready to breathe to make her grand appearance into the world (Hopefully. Listen Princess, no early arrivals, okay?).
It's now crunch time.
Shit, I guess I really need to decide on the bedding now, huh?
This past weekend we made our way half-way up the California coast for a family wedding. If you have never been the Central CA coast, I highly recommend you put it on your list. 
Every time we go up there we dream of moving. It's calm. It's picturesque. And there is wine aplenty. Jason's extended relatives have lived there for years, while his grandmother moved there almost 2 years ago. We love the drive up and we always stop in Los Olivos for lunch and a little wine tasting at our favorite little tasting room, Andrew Murray. Alas, this time it was Jason doing the tasting... sigh...
The wedding was a huge family gathering with more aunts, uncles and cousin that we can name
. It was nice though, because this is the first big family gathering that included the newest generation of little munchkins. Lucas and his little cousin Avery were "flower children" in the wedding, and both did a phenomenal job of walking down the aisle to a chorus of "ooohhhss".
We also walked around Morro Bay a bit, dreaming of the day when we will own our boat. The only real issue we encountered this weekend was the full size bed in the hotel room. 
Romanticizing back to a time when a full sized bed was a chance to snuggle, we didn't think much about it. But between the fact that we have become way to used to our king sized mattress and the fact that I account for 1.5 people while laying sideways these days, we had issues.