So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say...

I really shouldn't let so much time pass between my posts because I end up with SO MUCH TO SAY....although I don't know why I worry about writing too much. No one really reads this anyway. I've been keeping particularly busy with Big Brother 11; it's my summer guilty pleasure. I've also been busy preparing for the fall semester. I'm hoping to return to my class at the start of the semester....although my OB just laughs when I mention it. We'll see.

Everything is still moving right along. I'll be 38 weeks Monday, and I'm hoping the OB says I'm further along and ready to rumble. At this point, Parker is over 7lbs, and I really don't want to go to 40 weeks (or more and have an 8 or 9lb baby). I measured my stomach this morning. I'm 53 inches around....uh, yeah....I'm only 60 inches tall! To date, I've only gained about 7lbs, so that's awesome.

Have I mentioned the visit from the Mississippi in-laws? Yeah, it was interesting. It was a whirlwind visit....more like a hurricane, really. Mark's family is much larger than mine, and with 5 kids growing up together, they talked over each other, interrupted each other, ignored each other, etc. I grew up with just one brother, a theatrical/community involved mother, and an engineer for a father. We never interrupted one another and the house was fairly quiet most of the time. My mom is hearing impaired now (she started wearing hearing aids when I was in college). She hears noise, but has a hard time with clarity. Consequently, the tv is typically on mute and the general noise level in the house is quiet. The way I was raised is just SO different than how Mark was raised. I'm sure there's a happy medium in there somewhere. I was just reminded of the differences having Mark's family here....for 36 hours!

Enough rambling for now. It's midnight thirty and Mark still hasn't left work. I'm going to sit here with my heartburn and Big Brother After Dark...