Diaper Party

On Sunday, this past weekend, we went to a BBQ put on by Ariel and Robert. It was a party mostly for Travis and his friends to celebrate his impending fatherhood. What better way to do that than with disc golf, burgers and a keg?

We got to the park at 1pm to help Robert set up and to make sure we had a spot saved that was at least in partial shade. Robert borrowed this crazy set up from a Galveston restaurant for the keg that involved a tank of carbon dioxide and a tap.

Mike, Travis and the keg setup

Robert grilled some really great burgers while the rest of us sat around and enjoyed the day. There were a bunch of kids there, so it was fun to watch them all run around, getting into bubbles and playing in the ice.

Sara, Alexa and Blair

Robert tried out Alex's beer bong. I guess Travis did too, but I missed it. After the burgers, the guys went off to play a round of disc golf. They took all the dogs with, which added up to four canines.

Scott, June and Callaway

Travis breaking Callaway's neck. Not really. But it looks like it, right?

Rachel and I

The park closed at dark, so we packed up and everyone went home. Since there was still half a keg left over and a bunch of uncooked burgers, a couple of the guys came over to our house afterward. Travis got to use his Man Room, so it worked out great for me. We have satellite set up on the TV out there, plus the futon, a foosball table, then they added a keg and pulled out the grill. I went to bed at 10pm, but was unable to fall asleep until sometime after 10:45. I am so used to having Travis there when I go to bed that I have trouble when he's gone. Sounds like they had a good time all in all.

That next day I had to make the request that Travis stay sober for the next month. I woke up around 3 in the morning to a painful contraction. I stared at the clock for 10 minutes awaiting another contraction. When it never came, I finally let myself fall back asleep. It really scared me though. I was imagining me going into labor and having to figure out how to get to the hospital when my husband was probably too drunk to drive. That did not settle with me well, so I had to put my foot down. LOL! He seems to understand where I'm coming from.

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Today I am officially full term. I had an OBGYN appointment yesterday afternoon and the doc confirmed that I am yet to show any signs of labor. She even went as far as to request that I hold it in for at least a week so she will be able to deliver the baby. This weekend she's not on call, so I would prefer to wait too.

Doc says I'm measuring between 37 and 38 weeks pregnant, putting me pretty much right on track. She also said that the baby is long and lean, meaning he's not a fatty yet. That was reassuring for the most part. The crappy part there is that means that most of this 168 pounds I'm carrying around is me. Explains why my feet hurt ALL THE TIME. You can see in that last picture with Rachel that I'm starting to swell up - let the edema begin! Another fun fact: Lil Wodie's heartbeat is down to 139 bpm.

We're rounding the final bend!