34 Weeks

So this is me 34 weeks pregnant. I look like I have a volleyball under my shirt... all belly. My tees are tight and if they are not long enough, my belly hangs out the bottom, or if they aren't fitted and you are short you can also catch a look at the belly. I am in nursery on Sundays and have to think about this when getting dressed. It is depressing to see a closet full of shirts and only a few will fit. But I am sure all my other mom friends know what I am talking about. Gage said this morning, "Mom cover that thing up" when my night shirt wasn't covering enough. I can't see past the top of my belly and didn't know this was a problem when I got ready for bed last night. I am wondering how much longer I have until only Lance's tees will fit. I have been feeling great otherwise. Lucky me.

This is Gage's favorite shirt. He asked to get a picture of it last night so he could remember it. He puts it on in the morning first thing, usually before 7. and has a special place to put it in his fort at night. Yes, he wears it pretty much daily. It even goes on under his Sunday shirt. He is into super heros these days and today he is wolverine man.

I have spent the last month working for the government as a census worker. It has been interesting seeing how people live out here off the paved roads. I have been exploring Myton, Duchesne, and Roosevelt. I have found squatters, lonely spinsters, and people that didn't want the government to know where they lived. This house in the picture had a sign up that said "Tresspassers will be shot, survivors will be shot again" They also have some artwork on their trailor. Alot of people don't mind living with all their garbage either. It sure does make me feel blessed to come home to a nice home.