Sometimes comfy just isn't cute...

31 weeks

Last week Mark went on his Wyoming hunt and came back very successful with one buck and one doe. I was just as successful, with no trips to the ER this year- yay! Our neighbor was a big help exercising the dogs and checking in on me. Mark is pretty sure that when he goes away things fall to pieces around here :)

So far, we have attended 2 childbirth classes and they are actually pretty interesting and definately helpful. The lady that runs them is very holistic and "hippy" as Mark calls her, but she designs the classes around home births so that everything applies to us. Mark did miss a very important class last week, the one where she told all the dads to do anything and everything we wanted them to during labor. I know he won't believe me when I tell him that...

I suddenly realized this week that I bought all my maternity clothes thinking that I would be the same size for 9 months, with just a cute little belly. I was wrong and after a small meltdown where I was pretty sure I would only be able to wear mens extra large t-shirts from now until December, I made a few more purchases including the pants in the picture. They are a Goodwill find, and I am pretty sure that Mark thinks they are hot and will want me to wear them even after the baby is born. Sometimes I guess comfort just isn't very attractive :)