No signs of labor (which, considering today is 39 weeks exactly, is normal for me.  In fact, if I delivered anytime in the next seven days, it would be technically EARLY for me …..)

No signs of anything to blog about, either.

We love the pool.

I hate the mud.  They tore up most of the yard, putting in the pool.  Blaine put down paver stones, in a path from the back patio to the deck, but still, with the mud.  Everywhere.  Now he wants to put down sod.  I, on the other hand, think sod is a waste with dogs who will inevitably run a path wherever they heck they want to, and I want to put down artificial turf, cost be damned.  Shocking, isn’t it, that *I* am the one in charge of our family finances and budget?

Kids had friends spend the night last night, so I got up and put on my Betty Crocker hat this morning and made scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast. 

I ate a lot of bacon.  In fact, I quit counting at eight pieces.

It was yummy, but my arteries are screaming in pain.

Do you see now why I’m not blogging much anymore?