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This post will be divided into three parts.
PART I: Pregnancy
I am now 38.5 weeks along. And miserable. If you see me or talk with me, you may not know this. But secretly, deep inside, I might be rolling my eyes any time someone asks me how I am doing. Not out of irritation or frustration towards the person asking, of course. Just out of the simple fact that I am still pregnant. And uncomfortable. And have just been reminded for the umpteenth time that I have not yet had the baby. If this shocks or offends you... well, sorry. Saying it like it is.
Two things make this pregnancy frustrating at this point. First, just over a week ago, the baby was ALREADY measuring to be about 7lbs 11oz. Which means, if I go full term I will most likely have another 9+lb baby. The longer it takes, the bigger he gets. Second, yesterday I began having regular contractions. 9 am. 8 minutes apart. Noon. 5 minutes apart. 9 pm. 5 minutes apart. 10 pm. GONE. 12 hours of early labor that died off. Had a doc appointment yesterday afternoon; he thought he would see me in the hospital before the night was over. Clearly that didn't happen. Majorly frustrating. But I know it will happen. And soon(ish). -End rant-

PART II: Children
Welcome to the happier part of the post. Sorry for earlier. My kids are crazy/silly. Parenting, while exhausting, is entertaining. With Lucas, it is just every little detail about him. The way he walks, the way he runs, the way he laughs, the way he talks. The kid is an entertainer. With Joel, it is the way he has become a "mother hen" to Lucas.
Kids pick the most interesting phrases to repeat (luckily, no "choice phrases" have yet been repeated). Joel is at the "no" stage. Not just repeating the word, but sincerely expressing an opinion (I like the repeat stage with that word better...). Lately, I have told Joel, "Do not tell me 'no'. Say 'okay Mommy'". Which he usually does, albeit crying. The other night, Lucas started saying "no" out of the clear blue. No particular reason. Joel turns to him and says, "Cuca, don't tell me 'no'!". Robert and I looked at one another and busted up laughing. It. Was. Perfect.
During lunch, Lucas has the habit of shoving as much of his sandwich into his mouth as he possibly can. A few days ago, I paid attention to Joel's reaction to this. "Cuca, take it easy! Take it easy!" A phrase Joel must have learned from his father. It made me smile. Joel's ability to communicate is becoming quite entertaining.

PART III: "Stuff"
Much to the disappointment of my husband, I have major nesting instincts. Pregnancy number three has been no exception. Last week, after finishing up with my last few photography clients, I began nesting like crazy. Sewed a couple of things. Taught myself to crochet. You know, the norm. Now, 3 hats, 2 blankets, 1 cocoon, and a car seat tent later, I am done. I even managed to finish my mom's Christmas gift (only 4.5 months late, right?!). She now has the beginnings of a "heritage wall" in her dining room...
The heritage wall.

The steel blue baby blanket I am 1/3 of the way finished crocheting.

Car seat tent.

I thought some good pictures of the boys would be nice... too bad they were both throwing fits when the camera was out...