an update of sorts

 
This past week has been hectic at best. Doctor's appointments, NOT having a baby, food poisoning, a wedding, a reception, impromptu family pictures, and the hum drum of regular life. We saw a lot of vomit in our house. In fact, until the baby comes, I think I'm puked out and I am the only one who didn't actually puke. Soooo...*deepbreath* here goes:

I had a check-up this past week with an ultrasound to check on Baby Boy's growth and development and to discuss the ridiculous amount of contractions I've been having. Following Fowler tradition, this little guy is a good deal bigger than his older brother, measuring in at a whopping 5lbs to Walter's 3lbs. To quote my OB, "Definitely bigger than the average bear." All fine and dandy but I'm measuring small which means that 1- my due date did NOT get pushed up and 2 - explains why I've been in so much pain lately from his feet and hands colliding with my innards. Unfortunately, the baby is in position and ready to go as soon as my body gives him the green light. Between his size, positioning, and my contractions, my OB is a little worried we've got a preterm delivery on our hands. Housebound. Nice.

In an attempt to have one final date out before the baby comes, JL and I took a very tired Walter to Brick Oven Wednesday night. Enter the food poisoning. Within minutes of leaving the restaurant JL was sick and we barely made it home in time. Home being a mile and a half away. The next 24 hours were not pretty and Walter's happy pink bathroom bore the brunt of it. It took three cleans before we got the bathroom smelling normal again. Thank goodness.

But JL pulled himself together and was able to go to his cousin Jame's wedding on Saturday morning while Walter and I hung out at home. Pretending to garden, but really just getting super muddy and ending the afternoon with Walter running barefoot around our back porch in nothing but his diaper while I tried to catch him and herd him into a shower. There would be pictures, but JL had the camera so he could take pictures of people behaving appropriately.

 

Mostly....

 

By the time Walter and I looked like normal human beings, JL returned home and we loaded up and drove down to Springville for the reception. Walter and I saw everyone we had missed with our homebound-ness and we took some impromptu family pictures before Lincoln heads off to the MTC next week! I like all of the ones where my almost 9 month pregnant bloated self is not in the front of the picture. Like this beauty:

 

And then we came home and slept. And it was beautiful. And woke up to Walter vomit all over his bed. And contractions. And life. But for a good five hours...we recovered, and that's what counts.