You asked for it....

Be afraid, be very afraid. Here are some belly shots from this week... This is me at 30 ½ weeks. Yes, that ½ week is very important for me to note as well, due to the greatness of my girth. I have technically not gained that much weight, 12 lbs so far, but I feel HUGE! I think the belly button may become an outie soon, and I am smearing myself with Aveda beautifying complex in an effort to avoid stretch marks. (why I am so obsessed with this I don't know. I never wear a bikini, i am just too chicken for it.) I know I look heinous in these pictures... I had just gotten out of the shower, and did NOT feel like taking them, but realized I was already a few days off the actual 3o week mark, so I wanted to get them done. Clearly I am not someone who should be photographed sans the help of a little concealer and such.

Onto less scary things shall we????

I made my first venture into Chipotle on Friday afternoon for lunch. This is a bad, bad thing. I have some friends who are a tad, shall we say obsessed with the place. (cough cough LorenaChrisHeather cough cough) I am in love. I loved the fact that I felt like I was in the Seinfeld Soup Nazi line to order, I can get my kids a cheese quesadilla for 75 CENTS, (here honey have two, Mommy is feeling generous) and that the outdoor eating area was clean, gated, and full of other happy Chipotle customers who didn't seem to mind my two year old showing them his "money". (I 'm such a big spender that I gave Em the change from the quesadillas.LOL) SO, I am now in the cult. The Chipotle lovin' cult... Sarah, please, tell Derek not to be alarmed, he still makes the BEST guac around.

Here are some pages I made last night. My friend Kelli came over and while the kiddos watched a movie, we scrapped. I am a little behind in the new baby's book so I am playing catch up.

On a VERY happy note, Emerson is in undies. I am almost scared to type about it for fear he will suddenly decide to stop, but here goes. You know we had a week, a solid week of pure, urine soaked, no progress, couldn't care less potty training, a while back. Micah said enough when Emerson was casually drinking his water while peeing himself. Literally kicked back, standing there, cup up in the air, chugging away, whilst peeing... anyway... We have talked about it, told him soon he would have to be giving up diapers because we had a new baby coming, etc. So, long story short (yeah right its me, there is never a short story.) Wednesday morning, he says "Ma, I want my undies."

I said, "Okay, but you have to keep them dry"

"Ok Ma."

And there you have it. A dry night that night, and only a couple of nap time accidents, and he is doing great! Now watch, the minute I hit "publish post" he will come down and say "No more undies, I want my diapers." The best part is that he thinks he has to use that little slit they put in boys underwear. Who does that??? It is pretty fun to watch him though, and every time he gets them on he says, "Ma, these have a hole? "

"Yes, Em." I reply.

"Oh good! Thanks Ma."

ETA: Well, he just came down and I am wondering... Does it count as a "dry" night if the pee has already dried on the sheets??? LOL...