Throwback Thursday

It's Thursday & I finally remembered to post another Throwback Thursday!  Here's another look back at my prego days.

November 19^th

Michael & I decided to try to not schedule ANYTHING for this weekend.  We’ve been so busy – we needed some down time & to get stuff done around the house.  He ended up going to a soccer game on Saturday & playing golf on Sunday, but I kept the weekend open.  We cleaned & organized.  Felt better about the state of our house…

November 21^st – 37 weeks

Michael mentioned that he thought the baby had dropped a little.  I took a picture to compare to my last picture (a week before) & he’s right!  It definitely looks like the little guy has dropped down some.  So, it begins!  Michael's brother & his family came in town for Thanksgiving, so we went to Michael’s parents’ house for dinner.  I had to miss yoga, but it was fun seeing everyone.  Jonathan cooked fajitas, Michael made Rotel & Starr made apple dumplings for dessert.  Can I get an amen??  So good…

November 22^nd

Went to a client meeting in the morning.  On the way down, the elevator kind of jumped & my boss said – do not go into labor!!  It made me laugh (but the thought of being stuck in an elevator in labor with my boss is really NOT funny).  Glad that didn’t happen!!

November 23^rd

Michael & I met with a pediatrician.  He seemed nice & his office is convenient to our house.  I think we’ll try him out & see how it goes.  One more thing checked off the list!  My parents had tickets to Wicked that night but my dad didn’t want to go, so I went with my mom.  I don’t know if it was the pants I was wearing or the seat but I was really uncomfortable.  I liked the show but I forgot it was three hours long.  I was ready to get out of there!!

November 24^th

Another doctor’s appointment.  She said I’m about 2 cm dilated.  Crazy!  She told me she would be on call if I went into labor.  I told her we were planning on going to Stillwater on Saturday for the game & asked if that was ok.  She said, “Just don’t tell me about it.”  Eek!  Does she know something I don’t?  It freaked me out but I decided to go to the game as long as I felt ok.  I decided to make a pecan pie to bring to Michael’s parents’ house for Thanksgiving.  The recipe looked pretty easy.  Maybe not a good idea for an emotional (cooking challenged) woman.  I didn’t have a pastry cutter for the crust & the dough kept sticking & was really hard to get in the pie pan.  I had a little emotional breakdown.  Then I started making the filling & realized I had bought corn oil instead of corn syrup.  Big difference.  Another breakdown.  Michael tried to help & be supportive but he just couldn’t resist telling me that maybe making a pie for the first time right before Thanksgiving wasn’t the best idea ever.  That may be true but I don’t need you to tell me that!!  We ran to Walmart to get corn syrup even though it was pouring rain.  Michael ran in & came out with the syrup & a backup pecan pie.  He thought it would take the pressure off me in case my pie didn’t turn out well but it just upset me more.  He obviously had no confidence in me!  And the pecan pie he bought looked awful (what do you expect from Walmart at 9:00 pm before Thanksgiving??)  I finished the filling & put the pie in the oven.  Michael went to bed.  I ended up over baking the pie a little since the recipe said the pie shouldn’t be overly jiggly & I wasn’t sure how jiggly was too jiggly.  Overall, it turned out pretty good & wasn’t a complete disaster.  If I made the pie again, I would just buy pre-made crust dough & not bake for as long.  Live & learn!

November 25^th

Thanksgiving!!  We went over to Michael’s parents’ house.  Michael made mashed potatoes – they were really yummy.  And everyone said nice things about my pie.  They may have been fibbing but I thought it tasted good.

I started taking weekly pictures during my last month.  Here's the one from this week:

Do you think the little guy dropped a little since my last picture?

Crazy to look at these pictures now...  It feels like so long ago!

Anyway, back to the pie...  I've never really been into cooking.  I'm not especially good at it & I don't really enjoy it.  So, why did I keep getting the urge to try new recipes during pregnancy?  Nesting?  More like a good way to have an breakdown!  At least I didn't use powdered sugar instead of flour...

I actually made a pecan pie for Thanksgiving again this year for my family.  I bought a pre-made crust & it was a MUCH smoother process.  Whoo hoo!  If these cooking ordeals had happened to me a few years ago, I most likely would have never tried doing it again.  I guess I'm getting more comfortable in the kitchen...  Yay me?