Final month.

I have hit the wall with this pregnancy.

I still love this little girl (obviously), but I'm pretty sure she is trying to kill me from the inside out. I have what feels like a broken rib, where she likes to nestle her little kneecaps. I'm still going on walks, but basically because my doctor is a crazy person about my weight gain and makes me feel bad at every appointment. But walking on the beach makes it feel better.

(5 weeks to go and starting to feel large.)

Not to mention the heartburn that almost makes me throw up, the snoring that drove poor Brandon to the couch last night, and the ever mounting nerves over the fact that we are going to have a CHILD in our lives soon!

But then I have little moments like this.

Our friends down here just had a baby on Wednesday, and I got to spend a few hours just snuggling him. While I hope Baby isn't going to pop out at 9 pounds like Chip did, it was nice to snuggle with him and know that it will be ok soon. Right?

She didn't like sharing space though, and I felt her kick/knee him a few times. He is a fairly mellow child (granted at 4 days old), so he didn't care.

So, we are just playing the waiting game! I told Baby (no we don't have a name yet, despite everyone's suggestions) that she just needs to wait until Alyse's baby comes then she can come! So we will just have to see.

Heat Game

Surprise, surprise. We found another reason to celebrate our last few weeks child-free! This was also a good compromise for Brandon coming to Wicked... both things that we don't MIND doing, but aren't exactly our scene.

Barry had a PA fundraiser put on by the Heat, where an amount of the proceeds of the tickets we bought go back to the PA program. I'm just glad it was this weekend and not any later, because I was still able to sit through the game just fine.

(I really hate how I have a double chin in a lot of pictures now. Just let me see if I need to retake it!)

But as you can see, we were all the way at the top.

Heat fans are pretty fair-weather. I took this after the game started and it was only half full or so!

Maybe it was because we went to this game during March Madness (which has been CRAZY), but Brandon said this game didn't seem as exciting as usual. Maybe it was the flopping. Like, seriously you're grown men. Dwayne Wade got "hit" at one point, and threw the ball back over his head. Brandon yelled "THIS ISN'T SOCCER!" haha. But karma came back for D.Wade, because later in the game he faked out a guy on the Nuggets, and that player (whoever he was) fell back like the ball had hit him in the face. And Wade got a foul. Heh heh.

But it was very entertaining to go, we liked it! It was on our Miami bucket list, so I'm glad we got to go before little Missy came, so we could go babysitter free.

Maternity Pictures

As much as I didn't want to fall into this trend, I did want some last pictures of the two of us. I asked a friend in our ward, and I thought they turned out very well! She even asked me questions to get a feel for our relationship, which I think she nailed in the pictures. Especially since I told her we are awkward in pictures and just giggle the whole time.

Thanks Kendra we love them!!

WICKED

So, how this came about was a funny story.

I saw that Wicked was coming to Miami in March, but I wasn't sure how to get Brandon on board with spending the money to go.

Brandon knows that I like drinking soda, but that I know it isn't good for me. Like any adult. Anyway, out of the blue he came up to me about 2 months ago and said, "Ok, let's make a deal. If you don't drink soda for a month, I'll do the dishes for a month." I thought that was kind of lame, because since he's so busy I don't want to make him do the dishes on top of that. So I countered with my own idea. "If I don't drink soda for TWO months, we go see Wicked." He thought about it and it was a deal.

Yes, that might make me sound like a 6 year old, but it worked just fine! Brandon was just trying to see if he could help. And I did it. It really wasn't even that bad. Especially once I bought the tickets, I just knew I couldn't drink any soda so it wasn't really even an issue for me.

Wicked was SO good! We did get seats right  near the top, but the tickets even the next section down were twice the price. When we sat down, Brandon said, "You know, I would have been fine with getting closer seats." Grrrr.

While we were looking over the Playbill, we realized that Fiyero (the main male character) was played by Ashley Parker Angel, a singer from a boy band we knew growing up, O-Town. It was hilarious! He did a pretty decent job... he's also been Link on Hairspray so clearly he's good enough to get hired back.

I wasn't sure how much Brandon was going to like it, because other than Newsies he hasn't shown much of an interest in musicals around me. Luckily, he loved it. He said he never wants to show our kids "the Wizard of Oz", because he doesn't want them thinking that Elphaba is wicked when she's really just misunderstood. My tender hearted husband.

(See that?? That's my almost 34 week belly which now resembles a basketball sticking out in front of my body. It's always startling to see.)

We did get an aisle seat, because I knew that if I was going to make it through the show I needed a quick way to get out of my seat and to the bathroom if I needed to. Luckily no emergencies were needed.

During the scene where Elphaba sings "Defying Gravity", it was SO good I was on the edge of my chair coming pretty close to tearing up. I was just amazed at how great she did. And Glinda was hilarious, such a spaz and made everyone laugh for a lot of the time.

Brandon was miffed that I didn't give away the biggest plot twist at the end of the play, but I don't think he would have gotten as into the play as he did if he knew how everything turned out in the end.

So, I have converted Brandon to the ways of Wicked. Maybe he'll even suggest seeing it another time. But it was a great last show to go to without a babysitter.

(Side note, but this happened today as well: We passed two police cars that had pulled a car over. As I passed them, I saw this sign on the back of one of the cars and had to get a picture. "No whining zone"... fortunately nobody was back there.)