Thursday, February 21, 2013

37 Weeks and the Wilderness Couch

First off, Wednesday we hit the 37 week mark! That means baby Adison is officially full term :) Jack and I are both grateful that we've had such a smooth pregnancy. I'll admit, there are lots of icky parts to pregnancy, but everything has gone perfectly. Things couldn't be going better right now.

I had Jack take some pictures of me this morning. Boy, do I sure look different in pictures than just staring down at my belly! It looks like I took a basketball and shoved it under my shirt. I assure you that isn't the case. I can't imagine I'll get much bigger before this is over, but you never know. I've never done this before so it's all fair game. 

In other news, my parents have been doing some serious remodeling. In light of this event, we were given the Wilderness couch.

It may not be the prettiest couch in the world. And for a normal person, it's not the comfiest couch either. But to a pregnant girl, it's probably the most comfortable place for me in the whole apartment. I have never loved a couch more in my life. 

Monday, February 18, 2013

Parable of the Broken Glass

Maybe not so much a parable, but a story that has taught me a weird lesson since Jack and I have been married. At our wedding, we got a set of four glasses that I just loved. They looked really nice, so I hoped to take good care of them forever. Within the first couple months, I dropped one on the kitchen floor and it shattered into a hundred little pieces. I felt so awful, but of course it wasn't really a big deal. Eventually I got over it.
A little while later, I knocked another one off the kitchen table and it shattered on the floor just like the first one. Once again, I felt awful. My favorite glasses and I had broken half of them by being clumsy and careless. What kind of wife am I to be breaking everything we own?
A couple days ago I had one sitting on the floor next to the couch. My phone fell off the arm of the couch and instead of hearing the thud of it hitting the ground, I heard the glass breaking. At that moment, I realized what wimpy glasses they were. Sure, I love them. But if my phone (which weighs virtually nothing) could break one, anything could break them.
So the story I learned here is sometimes when things go wrong, it's not as much your fault as you think. Sometimes you just have a wimpy glass.