Mother's Day

I guess you could say today was my first "unofficial" mother's day. Little weird to comprehend. My memories of past mother's days include stealing lilacs off my neighbor's bushes to give to my mom and cook outs with cousins in Sioux City. This weekend we had the Whitmer's here to visit us and go to the Zoo, and today Matt and I went golfing.

So Saturday we went to Henry Doorly with Meghann, Jamie, and the kids, and it was a great day. 69 degrees, partly cloudy, perfect day to walk around. Lillian and Luke were so excited they could hardly contain themselves. They LOVE the zoo. Matt and I do too, and we realize it is the last time we will ever get to go childless. Generally, we leave the Whitmer's to chase after L & L for a little bit, so that we can do some exploring on our own. This time we went to the Desert Dome, which neither of us remembered going into, and underneath is the nocturnal area, it was awesome! Fun caves, bats, alligators, and watching the funny beavers. I love that god damn zoo!

 Matt the Explorer, Checking out the Caves!

 Lukey Boy was not afraid to touch the snake... his uncle Matt who HATES snakes on the other hand,was a little hesitant, but Luke showed him how easy it was!

 Matt made me have a standoff with one of the roaming peacocks... the peacock was not impressed!

Luke found a turtle that he could ride!

Matt and I went on the ski-lift thing at the zoo while the Whitmer's rode the train, and that is the way to see the far away things without walking! Just ride over them and back, perfect for a pregnant woman! Plus I got to eat my ice cream cone while I rode. Why we have never done that before, is beyond me. When we were in the desert dome there was an attraction with some water and weird animals and Luke looked at Jamie and goes, "Dad, put me in there." We started dying laughing. Lukey really thought we could just lift him over to go play with the animals.

We ate lots of goodies, went to the park, and were utterly exhausted come Saturday night. Saturday morning Matt and I woke up to Luke and Lillian giggling and playing at 8 am in the next room. I know for most people that is probably a late Saturday morning, and I will say our sleeping in has evolved from 11 am to closer to 8/9 am over the last few years, but it is still Saturday. Matt rolled over and looked at me and goes, "I don't know if I want kids." I know he was kidding, but I told him we better get used to it, because that will be our mornings for the next 10-15 years. Meghann and I both agree that Lillian and Luke giggling and laughing like that on Saturday mornings reminded us of Riley and Clare. Riley and Clare are closer in age then us, and also younger. They would wake up and giggle and play, while the teenagers Meghann and I tried to sleep, and mom and dad tried to sleep. We all would scream at them to be quiet and tell them to go downstairs and leave us alone. It is funny now that we would yell at a 5 and 3 year old to go downstairs unsupervised so we could all sleep in. I guess by then my parents figured they would live, and we could all sleep in a bit! 

Baby K's First Snake! 

Two weeks ago, I  headed to Sioux City to my grandfather's retirement party. That is right, my grandfather. My grandfather is now just finally "formally" retired at the age of 85 (almost 86) this last week! My dad joked that based on Joe's professional career, he is only 32 years away from retiring. I know he is joking, but I have a feeling Baby K will be 30 years old and we will be heading to Holstein for Thaddeus' party. My good friend Renee pointed out that Joe was practicing when the Civil Rights Act of 1964 was passed. Not only was he practicing, he was about 15 years into practicing! Now that is one heck of a career!

 Dad, Joe, and Frank

In my past post I told you all we were heading to Minneapolis for our babymoon. It was a great weekend! Thursday Matt and I got into town, checked in to our hotel and went and gorged ourselves at one of our favorite Italian restaurants. We went back to the hotel to digest, and I think we were both asleep before Letterman was over, it was maybe our favorite night! We walked around Friday to all our old favorite haunts and spent the weekend eating and drinking (well Matt did, I tired not to get jealous) with all of our friends. My wonderful Hamline girlfriends but on a shower for baby K. Though I am one of the last of my HS and in the 2nd of my College gf's to have a baby, I am the first of the law school girls, so I am the science experiment. They all want to know how I have been feeling and weird stuff I have experienced, but I think they will all have to wait for post labor for all the real gory details. While the guys golfed, us ladies sat around on a rainy Saturday, and snacked, opened gifts, and they all cocktailed. It was a great Saturday and even better babymoon!

Look at what a spread a bunch of women lawyers can put on!

 Liz opening the champagne, that decided to explode!

 Baby clothes!

 Mo Mo @ about 32 weeks

We love matching... how awkward family photo is this pic!

So as of Tuesday I am 33 weeks. We have roughly 7 Matt and Mo weekends left. This is probably the hardest pill to swallow as Matt and I have had 7 years of just us. Though we are very excited for thia phase of our lives, I would be lying if I didn't admit that we are both a little sad to see the end of an era. I realize how lucky we have been, and I mean really all we have done is go out to eat, see movies, shop, and drink for the last 7 years, nothing super exciting, but it is still coming to an end to a certain extent. Overall I am feeling pretty good. Getting to the real uncomfortable part. Having issues sleeping and I am peeing every 15 minutes during my waking hours. Luckily when I do fall asleep I am out for a few hours, but when I am awake I need to be near a potty. Today golfing I had to pee every 2 holes. The 3rd time I came into the clubhouse in an hour, the lady asked if I was okay. I wanted to point to my stomach, and go, oh no I just want to come in see you every 20 minutes, what the F did she think I was doing? Some people are so stupid. I am trying not to think of all the things coming my way. Denial seems to be the best coping mechanism so far. Though I will catch an episode of "One Born Every Minute" on Lifetime, or knocked up and I start to sweat. Mother F'er this is so going to blow....

Lastly, Happy Mother's Day to my favorite mother, Deborah! She is the bestest mommy a girl could ask for. How she raised 4 kids is beyond me, I am trying not to go nuts with the thought of one, Happy Mother's Day to the Mama who bore me!