18 Days…and Counting

That’s how much time I have left in my quiet, peaceful world.  Then, on Monday, November 23, Hans and I will head to the hospital at 4:00 a.m. for what I’m assuming will be a very long day.  In other words, barring any unforeseen circumstances, that’s when I’m going to be induced.  Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!  And Ethan will enter our world, and I’ll finally be able to see how much he really looks like Hans.  (You can’t tell from those sonogram pics)  But for now, Ethan is still enjoying being safely buy 20 mg acomplia online encased in a sac of fluid, floating around, albeit with less and less room each day.  I’m not to the point where I want him OUT, but I will tell you this:  I will NOT miss going to the bathroom 15 times a day.  And four times a night.  (I have to admit, this is about all I have to complain about…pregnancy has been pretty kind to me.)

Anyway, the latest bump pic is from this past weekend, when my good friend Gilbe came into town from Dallas:
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After eating a meal that included alligator, crawfish, and red beans and rice, we headed to the plantation Houmas House, the self-proclaimed “Crown Jewel of Louisiana’s River Road,” for a tour:
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Saturday night, we went to the LSU-Tulane game.  While not an SEC match-up, any night in Tiger Stadium is still a good experience.  (I say this about any stadium that sells nachos, though…)

So THANKS to Gilbe for coming into town!  And we’ll keep you updated as we get ready for Ethan’s imminent arrival onto the scene.

I Go Walkin’

Since I’ve put on a little weight lately, I’ve decided to give some mild exercise a try.  I’ve taken 30-minute jaunts around the neighborhood every day this week.  I go early so as to avoid the insufferable heat and humidity that descend upon Baton Rouge by late morning (followed by the seemingly daily afternoon shower).  Here are some of the things I’ve come across:

I saved the best for first.  Even the trees here are Tiger fans.

I saved the best for first.  Even the trees here are Tiger fans.

Ooh...I love a good traitor.

And Texans.

Why not paint the door to match the flowers?  Brilliant.

Purple Door, Purrrr-ple Door

This shade was inspired while the owner was brushing his teeth.

This shade was inspired while the owner was brushing his teeth.

That sign says "Yard of the Month."

That sign reads “Yard of the Month.”

But I like this one better.  And not just because one of those trees is a satsuma tree.

But I like this one better.  And not just because one of those trees is a satsuma tree.

Flora abounds in this neighborhood:  tons of crepe myrtles like this one, plus magnolias, oaks, cypress...um...grass.

Flora abounds:  lots of crepe myrtles like this one, plus magnolias, oaks, cypress…um…grass.

See.

Lots of grass.

Tons of it.

Mowing is for suckers.

Didn't get his V-8 juice this morning.

Looks like somebody needs a V-8.

That's our house.  And that's our monster Christmas tree growing in front of it.

That’s our house.  And that’s our monster Christmas tree.

"He is a loathsome, offensive brute...yet I can't look away."

“He is a loathsome, offensive brute. Yet I can’t look away.”

So there you have it.  Thanks for joining me on this virtual tour of our neighborhood.  I left out the somewhat dilapidated rent houses (occupied primarily by college students) for your viewing pleasure.  Have a good day!