Yesterday was Tj’s first UTA, so I went to church by myself. We first visited this church last Sunday…I like the song service more than the only other church we’ve visited here, and the sermon seemed more grown-up to me too. I know that’s a funny thing to say but the first church has such simple sermons…I do get something (a lot?) out of them, but they’re just not worlds deep. This second church seems to go a little more in depth with the sermon. I’m not truly getting my point across, but that’s the best way I can think of to describe it.

This Sunday I found an envelope in the back of the pew that said “Sermon Request”. There was a blank for your name, the date and the sermon topic. I was surprised by this, but appalled by what the last line said: “Request not processed without including $2 fee.” Now I’ve always thought that God should be telling the preacher what to preach, but if you have something that God’s been speaking to you about maybe you should ask the preacher to preach on it. But puh-leeze! Paying $2 to have the preacher preach what you want!!!!! I couldn’t believe it! I’ve often been laughed at for being too literal, and this case was no exception…Tj had a hearty laugh while he explained to me that that was a request form for a taped message. If you heard a sermon that really spoke to you you could buy the tape for $2. That made me feel a whole lot better about continuing to visit that church!

The first time I was called literal was a long time ago…I must’ve been 9 years old or so. I was in the back seat of Momee’s car, I think, and Mom was driving. One of them said something about the thirty-second president. I thought about that for a while, but finally I just had to know what he’d done that was so horrible that they only let him be president for 30 seconds! In spite of clearly remembering that incident I still get caught being too literal sometimes. Oh well.

It’s 5:40pm. I haven’t heard from Tj yet, but he should be calling within the hour or so to say he’s on his way home. I have the pasta salad already made; the chicken’s been marinating since yesterday and I found a way to cook it in 15 minutes or so. Plenty of time to have supper on the table when he walks in! I guess the reason it feels so good is that (obviously) not every day is like this.

I called to cancel the first carpet installer today and to see how to get his carpet samples back to him. A guy who works for him called me 10 minutes later to get directions. For the first time Tj said maybe I shouldn’t tell him where we live, just meet him in a public place…no problem. The guy was on 41, so I told him I was going to Wal-Mart on 41 and I’d meet him there in a few minutes. He didn’t immediately sound like he knew where it was so I said it was across the street and down a little from Lowe’s. He sounded like he knew where that was so we were all set. I went there and waited 5-10 minutes out front. Finally I called Bec and talked to her while I waited (of course I hadn’t thought of bringing this guy’s cell number). Finally I gave up and went inside to shop. When I got home there were two messages from the guy saying he hoped he was at the right Lowe’s! What a dope!

I told Teresa before I left Spain that I’d give her my egg roll and bleu cheese recipes. I’ve been messing around this whole time because I don’t relish translating the ingredients into either Spanish or metric. I really just need to do that. And then Tj had the great idea of sending her a care package of the shippable items from the egg roll recipe; so that’s what I picked up at Wal-Mart this morning.

I got dressed before Tj left so I had him (finally) take another pregnancy photo…I really need to take those more regularly! I never thought I’d put that off as much as I do. I guess the change is so gradual in me that it’s not that big a deal. But it will be a big deal later when I’m wanting those pics!

Fundal height: 25

From BabyZone:
   Distance between the pubic bone and uterine fundus (top of the uterus). The fundal height is used to estimate uterine size and fetal age. This is a rough estimate of the size of the fetus and is used to screen for problems with fetal growth. This basic measurement is obtained at most prenatal visits. The fundal height (in centimeters) is taken with a tape measure from the top of the pubic bone to the top (fundus) of the uterus. The fundal height increases as the uterus enlarges. Between 18 and 30 weeks of gestation the fundal height in centimeters is roughly the same as the number of weeks of gestation.

Heatbeat: 164
Weight: Same as my boy’s heartbeat!

This means that in one month I’ve gained 10 pounds! I actually weighed 162.5 at home this morning…10 pounds more than the day I found out I was pregnant. So….I found out I was pregnant at 5 weeks, lost and gained back 8 pounds by week 20, and by week 24 I’ve gained another 10 pounds! So of course I want to say I’ve gained 10 pounds in 24 weeks of pregnancy…but the fact of the matter is that I’ve gained 10 pounds in 4 weeks. Overall it’s not horrible, but I don’t want to keep up this trend!

Man, only 16 more weeks! 4 more months…that sounds a little more manageable. We haven’t done anything as far as buying anything for Max…I’m putting it off until we get in this house…which reminds me…I haven’t written about that lately.

Since it’s been almost 2 weeks since I’ve written I’ll just take it from the top.

Monday before last I went to the North Point Mall in Alpharetta and met Becki and her friend Julie. I shopped for about an hour before they got there. We went to the food court for lunch right away. This was the first day of me being serious about not gaining too much weight. B said she gained 60 pounds with each pregnancy! I don’t want to do that… but I’m not gonna say it won’t happen. I had some grilled chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and a little bit of black eyed peas.

The kids rode the merry-go-round. We shopped a bit. Becki took a break to breastfeed while Julie and I watched the other two kids on the indoor playground. Then they went to Penney’s to look at kids clothes and I looked at purses, and bought one! I wasn’t sure if I loved it or hated it, but now I really like it.

As we were leaving Becki gave me more hand-me-downs…a baby backpack (frontpack, actually) being one of them; Tj’s been wanting one of those! She gave me a few other things…we’ve been so fortunate!

Tuesday I got my haircut and went to the movies…Wimbledon…ok, but not spectacular. Wednesday I saw Vanity Fair…ditto.

Friday morning was our house inspection and the carpet guy came by to measure. On the way to the house I ran over a squirrel! I’d just turned into the subdivision and saw him, I was going so slowly…he ran to the center of my lane so I missed him with my front tires but got him with the back! Yuck! Fortunately that didn’t seem to be bad luck for our inspection.

Tj and I walked around with the inspector a good bit, he seemed to do a thorough job. He’d brought his computer, printer and digital camera so at the end he printed us up a complete report and went over the whole thing with us. There were very few things wrong…a window was cracked, the wooden trim on the front is rotten and needs to be replaced, there was about 8′ of pb plumbing which the owners said wasn’t there, the vinyl siding soffit needs to be pushed back into the fascia in one place, and the vinyl needs a power wash. That’s it! We made an offer to the sellers that we’d take care of the plumbing and the power wash but they should have the window/soffit/trim fixed. They countered by having someone give them an estimate for all of those repairs, and said that at closing they’d give a check for a little more than the repair amount to the repairman of our choice. I really didn’t think they’d pay for the trim so I’m pretty excited!

Now all we have left is the VA inspector. One more condition of this last contract was that if the VA guy found any problems instead of the sellers being required to pay up to $500 (like the original contract said) they should only have to pay $300. We agreed to that.

Well, I’ve really enjoyed IM’ing my sister for a while now…maybe even as long as a year, I don’t know. But lately she’s been having trouble with her boyfriend. I really hate to hear that. I can’t ever know the whole story, but it’s always upsetting to know that my friends or family is unhappy in their situation, even when they’re the one who’s put themselves in that situation.

She now feels it’s imperative to move out ASAP, but has no resources to do so. Her boyfriend thought she was cheating on him and read some of her emails, etc. Now he knows she hasn’t cheated, but he’s hurt by some of the feelings she shared with other people. On the one hand she shouldn’t have written things down (or said things) that she didn’t want him to know…but on the other hand he shouldn’t have read her letters.