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I love chocolate milk

It hasn't failed me this pregnancy, and that makes me so happy. 
My energy is starting to wane. If only I could just sit on my butt and drink chocolate milk all day!
I wouldn't feel like a fat loser, nope.

Baby update:
Still moving a ton and she gets hiccups (if that's what it is) a lot
I can't wear my jeans anymore. No pants fit.
I sleep with 4 pillows plus big bertha and sometimes Mr Smith
It hurts to slouch which sucks cause I do it all the time.
Getting in and out of my car is . . . strenuous
Getting up from anywhere is strenuous
I can hold my bladder sitting down, but it's painful once you standup
I think my feet are starting to feel the 30 extra lbs

For FHE, Eric & I went to Aldi, a local (cheap) grocery store. Date night. So sweet. And I made dinner. Granted, Mr Smith left to pick something up at a friends house and should have been home by now to eat it with me . . . but who is bitter.  It was a tasty dinner and I did not wait up.

Mr Smith is now serving with the scouts in young mens (boys youth group at church). He went on his first freezing camp out where they dug a mountain trail . . . or something like that. I listened to the first part and then zoned out with wonder at how anyone slept or did anything productive in 30 degree weather.

Let's just hope we don't end up moving out of the ward because then the other Smiths would kill us. They have wanted Eric in scouts for awhile now. I also don't want to deal with the added stress of change and making new friends (let's pretend I made a few in the last 10 months we've been here).  Cause moving, as we all know, is stress in permanent marker.  Rent has gone up here, and although it has been good to us (no bugs, good space for the price, quiet) we'd like to change things up a bit. Mr Smith is still all over the place though so I don't know where we'll be. I think I just need to pray hard. 

I just want a sidewalk where I can stroll my jogger and baby on that beautiful Spring morning.  They don't have sidewalks where we live. SUCKS. City "planners" want us to die or stay hermits.

So any way that's the current situation. We're 98% sure we'll be moving in 2.5 months with a 1 month old.

Speaking of one month oldz . . . I finished up Maya's newborn shoot. Check her out:







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  1. Oh my gosh, I love the third picture!! I wish I had a photo like that with Lana.

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  2. You're right, we would kill you if you moved out of our ward. Also, Scott missed out on a few things with putting Addi down for the night because of Eric and Scott's girl talk :)

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