I took this pic from the passengers seat. People were pulling off the road because the rain was so bad. It actually got worse than this pic shows, but I put down the camera to help Chris keep an eye on the road.
After lunch (where I joined about 15 other women in the bathroom to dry off because we were all totally soaked!) we headed to my favorite local maternity boutique, Two Chic in Fayetteville and I ran into Amanda! Doesn't she look great for 37 weeks pregnant?! I hope I look that good! Amanda and I used to work together at the Wal-Mart Home Office. It was so good to see you Amanda!
After that, we headed to Wal-Mart to pick up Chris' dad and uncle who drove up from Van Buren to go to the game with us. My brother in law was supposed to come too but long story short, he turned down the game to go on a date....and then his date got a boyfriend 2 hours before their date. Oh I was so mad! I am so protective of him, and that totally distracted me from the game because I kept texting! He's almost 16 so I can only imagine things will continue to get more dramatic!
Here is Chris and I at the game. Keep in mind that I look horrible because: A.) I was caught in a torrential rainstorm. B.) I had just walked through 90 degree heat, uphill, in jeans, 5 months pregnant. C.) I was thinking about the next text I needed to send to my brother in law.
I could go on, but that's enough excuses! Oh well, at least we sit in the air conditioning. I told Chris three years ago when we got these tickets that the only way I would go to games on a regular basis is if we sat where it is climate controlled.
A pic of our newly decorated field (aka, the hog emblem) as the winning team entered (us, in case you missed it):
So that brings me to this morning. I woke up to go to church and then I looked at Chris. His face looked like a pin cushion (no, he wouldn't let me take a pic). His allergies are sooooo bad right now. He felt terrible so we decided to stay home.
About 5 min's later I had my first Braxton Hicks contraction. It scared the living daylights out of me, so I rushed to the oh so trusty internet to look it up, before I had the sense to text my best friend Amy and just ask her. Turns out that I'm not dying and Brayden is fine - at least I think he is. After panicking, and I'm sure providing Amy with some laughs, Brayden has finally woken up from his apparent nap and began kicking the heck out of my stomach. It's a little game he likes to play. At least today we are playing with my stomach and not my bladder...