Vacation, staycation

So I've officially never been pregnant this long. Wow, not saying much is it? Of course I'm beginning to be reminded what idiots people are. I took Gavin to the park yesterday and as I waddled to the bench to sit down (unfortunately I have begun to waddle slightly) this lady says "wow, you must be ready to pop any day", to which I kindly say "no, about 8 weeks left." She then says "oh, it must be twins then?", to which I respond, "no, just one". Alas she's not done as she says "well it must be a big baby then." I curtly answer "no" and get out my phone to pretend to do something so she'll quit talking and I won't be arrested for attacking her. I mean, can you come up with any more passive aggressive ways to call me fat?? And what people don't understand is that I get so tired of talking about my pregnancy, how I'm feeling, etc. It's not because I don't care but with my job, I am in about 10 different offices each day, 5 days a week, so basically I have the same conversation 50 times a week!! And they only see me about every 3 weeks so it's always a big shock when they see me, as if they haven't seen me since I wasn't pregnant, which means we go through the same conversations over and over again. If I had an office job where I saw the same people every day it wouldn't be as bad. They wouldn't ask the same questions every day and because they would see me every day my growth/girth would be more subtle and not quite as "shocking". I try to smile and be courteous but some days are easier than others. And it matters how much I like them too! I ran into a drug rep I didn't know in an office and she commented on my pregnancy and then informed me she was pregnant too. I asked her how far along she was and she proudly announced "6 weeks"! OMG, did she just pee on the stick that morning? I wanted to tell her what a fool she was on so many different levels, but mostly because did she realize she would now be having the same inane conversations for the next 34 weeks? Good luck sister. See how bitter I am? It's probably because I can't seem to focus on anything but my elephant ankles. Seriously, they should be grey they're so swollen. If you press on the top of my foot it takes approximately 1 minute for the divot to disappear! Fun.
Jon, Gavin and I are in Lake of the Ozarks right now for a "vacation". I use the quotes because:
1. We are only 2 hours from home.
2. It's not sunny and warm.
3. I didn't have to pull out my summer clothes when packing (I'm sort of glad for that as I have no idea what fits).
4. The suntan lotion is at home.
5. We all brought hats and gloves.
But we are staying in a hotel and they do have an indoor water park, I don't have to make my bed and I don't have to cook meals! Sort of like a staycation, sort of like a vacation. It's the most we felt comfortable with at this point - not too far away should anything happen. Next year we are flying someplace though, you can bet your bottom dollar.

Here are a few funny Gavin-isms I can remember:
Grandpa Gary replaced the faucet in Gavin's bathroom and when Gavin saw it, he asked if it was new. Grandpa agreed that it was a new faucet and Gavin said "Can I work it?" Grandpa told him he could use it and Gavin immediately climbed his stool and turned the water on. He watched the water flow for a minute, turned to Grandpa and said "that's just perfect Grandpa". Turned the water off and walked away.

On St. Patricks day I taught Gavin to say "Luck of the Irish to ya", so he could have something to say to his classmates. Jon took him to school and when they arrived they greeted Mrs. Lehr, his teachers aide. Jon prompted him to give his greeting and Gavin proudly said "luck of the Pirates to ya"!

Gavin has begun the "why" questions. Who knew that it would take 10 minutes to talk about why it gets dark at night or why babies cry. I try to answer the best I can and ask him why he thinks it's dark or babies cry, but he's a master at lobbing the ball right back into my court! I guess I'm going to have to come up with better responses....or teach him how to google!

No pictures from last ultrasound as baby was laying face down. Baby weighed approximately 4 pounds, which is 6 ounces more than Gavin did at the same stage (which was birth for him). All seems to be well so far, tons of kicking and somersaults so that helps ease my anxiety. Although I have to admit the movement is a bit creepy for me, which my Mom totally agrees with so at least I know where I get some of my quirks!

Talk to you all soon and I'll post pictures when we get back, especially of the awesome bathroom remodel my Mom and Dad did on their last "visit".