Oregon has come to me

I love these rainy, cloudy days. We don't get many of them here in Minn, and every time they remind me of glorious Oregon weather. Which I hated when I actually lived there, but which I now love every once in a while.

It's been such a busy week, but such a good one. Last Friday my brother flew in on his way back from the Oshkosh air show. He got to see his very-preggo sister and was horrified enough to bring me satisfaction. I'm too old to purposely pick on my brother, but there's still some joy in upsetting/shocking him in mild ways. Then from Monday to Wednesday an old friend of ours from Beantown stopped by on his roadtrip from East to West; he's actually moving to my hometown in Oregon. And then last night my college roommate, who is from Minnesota originally and in town visiting family, came over for dinner. Her ~9 month old son came as well, so adorable. I love seeing DH with babies, he's so much more of a natural than I am.

DH has been sick all week, and thus has been sleeping on the futon. I feel bad about this, but obviously not bad enough to keep him from sleeping on the futon. And it has apparently worked, because I'm still not sick, and as I've learned in the past, germs that can take A down can take a charging rhino down, they are that powerful. But he confessed he woke up Monday morning wondering what he'd done to land himself on the couch.

Besides that, I feel like I'm just biding my time. Which is probably not what I should be doing in my last month of freedom. I should be sky diving, or climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro or something. But it's funny how 8-months-pregnant doesn't really allow any of those options. So instead I get excited about cloth diapers and ice cream.