It's Official. Hubby is 30 and I'm a Beeotch.

Husband has now officially exited his 20's...and I'm next in line. Eeeek! At least it will be a few more months before I have to cross into that decade of my life. Because C. shares a birthday with my dad, we celebrated Friday with extended family at my parent's house. My mom (in her usual style) went all-out with a sports themed challenge. It was hilarious. We were all asked to arrive in our favorite sporting attire. She found one of C.'s college football jerseys and my dusted-off my dad's high school baseball uniform for each to wear. The "All Sports Challenge" got underway after a cheer from my very pregnant sister and her adorable 2 year-old. (Envision: 38 weeks pregnant, sporting a modified cheerleader skirt and pigtails!) I think the cheer included a line about canes and prescription meds. We then competed in 8 different events including the dizzy bat spin, putt putt golf, toy car racing and thumb-wrestle mania, among others. My mom, donning referee gear and a whistle, even had ribbons for each participant. C. only rounded-up 11 points, so he received the "I Did My Best!" ribbon. The evening was capped-off with a football piñata and donut cake...C.'s favorite. He asks for one every time his birthday rolls around, and this is the first year anyone has been able to locate a bakery that still makes them. Go mom! It was a memorable (exhausting!) evening.

Because extended family at the party included C.'s parents, BIL, SIL, their two kids and two dogs, we had overnight company this weekend. I hadn't anticipated everyone staying with us, but I also wanted to let C. have family close for his big day. I always stress when we have company. It means more cooking, more cleaning, more noise and chaos and 12 muddy doggy paws running around the house instead of the normal 4. 3 1/2 year-old nephew is not potty trained yet and the last time we had them stay with us, one of the parents put a messy diaper outside the back door and their dogs ripped into it and spread it all over the back yard. Blech. This time, he would go hide in a corner and "do his job" while saying "don't look at me!" I'm sorry if this sounds incredibly judgmental, but this little guy is almost 4 years old!?! Nephew is always really rough with Duke, and it makes Duke nervous and incredibly on-edge (me too!). Poor Duke even got a punch to the nose without so much as a second look from nephew's parents. All of the responsibility for the kids gets dumped-off on my FIL and MIL. They sleep in their bedroom, feed/dress/entertain them while BIL and SIL sit on the couch and watch TV. This meant the kids went to bed at 12 am and awoke promptly at 6 am. This was the perfect recipe for a very crabby 3 and 6 year-old! Company also meant being very stealthy about my shots and trying to pretend like I'm not overly tired, crabby and pukey. Added stress is NOT what I need right now. Ok, I promise the tiny violins have now stopped playing.

I think part of the problem is that the progesterone supplements (Crin.one) are kicking my behind. I cry more. LOTS more. I often have the strong desire to punch people directly in the throat. I crave pizza and fresh bread. I'm gassy and bitchy. I'm sure I'm a real *treat* to be around! So that being said...I apologize in advance to anyone who crosses my path at this point in my pregnancy. I swear I don't usually give perfect strangers the look of death. Really, I don't.

I'm currently 5 weeks preggers. My third beta is scheduled for Monday morning...yipeee! I'll be sure to update with my stats once I have them in-hand.

A GIGANTIC thank you, once again, to everyone who took time to leave words of encouragement. Each sentiment is very special to me. I hope everyone has been able to enjoy their weekend...it's been rainy and blah here in my part of the world. Hopefully you enjoyed sunshine.