Big Fish

(...Or kind of little fish). Brick has been getting more boy time in before I make him turn all his attention to cooking gourmet meals for me, changing diapers, and spoiling me and the baby.
In reality he has been so sweet and attentive this past little while, and so anxious to meet mini Brick. He deserves all the fishing trips and football time he can get.

At Utah Lake, with the 3rd fish he's ever caught. He went with our friend Jeff and his little boy and brothers, and came back sweaty, sunburnt, and happy.

So Spoiled...

...but really deserving, of course! I'm talking about the vacation Brick took with his buddies to San Fran. I guess you could say it was his last hurrah before all his time is consumed by being a daddy. It was a four day vacation of pure boy time, filled with Madden football, a tour of Google, a Stanford game, and a Monday Night Football game between the Saints and the 49ers (courtesy of Steve Young). The boys even purchased matching t-shirts for the pro game (how cute is that?), rode in a limo, and got to sit in a box with Steve Young and Joe Montana.

Brick also got to see Steve Job's house, the Golden Gate Bridge and the Muirwoods (with huge trees kind of like the Redwood Forest).
I can hardly live with Brick these days, after all that. He thinks he's pretty sweet

(ok, he really is).

The Google Bike Crew

Brickton, Brandon, Harv, and James at the Stanford game

Steve Job's house

At the Muirwoods

The Golden Gate Bridge

At Huntsman Gay, where Steve Young works

(Harv works for Steve, who is his wife's cousin. He hooked everyone up. Thanks Harv!)

Monday Night Football!

Steve Young got them the limo, the box seats, and a pass on to the field.

Thanks Steve, ol' buddy ol' pal!

The guys named this photo "the boxout," because Joe Montana agreed to take a picture with them per Steve Young's request, but he boxed Brandon out. Life is tough, Brandon.

(Notice the cute matching t's)

Glad you had a good time, honey, glad I didn't have the baby while you were gone,

and SO GLAD to have you back!

Big Belly(s)

I feel very excited to be able to say, "The baby will be here next month!" I'm at the point where the time seems to be crawling, especially at night when I try to sleep and a comfortable position is nowhere to be found. But I really can't complain because I know it could be a lot worse. I could have swollen legs and feet and ankles. There could be complications that would keep me from getting out of bed at all. I've had it pretty easy. I did have another fainting spell in Sacrament meeting last week, but luckily Brick put his arm around me and kept me from sliding from my seat to the floor! I woke up with my chin on my chest and thought, "Did I fall asleep during the last talk?" The doc doesn't know what's causing them to happen, but won't do more tests till after the baby is born.

This is the view of my toes by now...they're getting less visible as we speak:

(Notice they are at least still painted...for the last time till I have this baby.

It was SO hard to do, and had me panting by the end of it!)

Now THIS photo is priceless (and will get me in a lot of trouble):

Brick and I attended a birthing class together a couple of weeks ago. My honey was so cute, raising his hand and asking questions and participating more than all the other husbands put together. He ended up being the husband who had to wear the 33 week preggo belly (actually a backpack with sand bags in it). He had to sit on the ground and try to get up on his own, tie his shoes, lay on his back, and more. He really has seemed more sympathetic since then, especially, he pointed out, since his shoulders were doing most of the heavy lifting in the exercize.

Anyway, he told me I couldn't use this picture because it made him look fat! I laughed out loud and said I didn't feel at all sorry for him because

THIS is how I feel every day now: