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Sometime during the last ten days, I popped. I used to think this word was strange, but it really is the best available descriptor. My belly was in, and now it’s out. It popped…much like a kernel of corn would. This has altered my daily life in several ways. I will list a few:

• People now KNOW beyond a shadow of a doubt that I’m pregnant. It’s obvious, I can’t hide it (unless I’m sitting or you can only see my…forehead). Today I walked into an office and the receptionist (who sits behind the counter and can only see my from about the shoulders up)gave me the GREATEST of compliments…”How are you! It’s been a while. You look tan…and did you lose weight?” at which I replied “Thank you, I love you, but stand up.” Then the truth was out.
• Yesterday I was cleaning up and I leaned over to pick up a tissue Posh had found and ripped into 1,928,837 pieces on the carpet. Halfway into my “lean over” my belly ran into my knees and I bounced back up. I had to re-evaluate leaning over to get to the tissue debris. I ended up in a sort of a squat, making a space for my belly between my legs. Halfway through this maneuver I realized I looked like those pregnant women on TV. And the light bulb went on…
• I wake up in the middle of the night and have to shift positions. Usually this involves more mental strength, since I’m typically hauling my new appendage from one side of my body to the other. It is very entertaining; well, it’s entertaining anytime but at 2am when no one else is up to see it but me. Then, it’s not so entertaining. So really it never is.
• In the middle of meals, I feel like there is just too much crammed into my abdomen. Baby, baby stuff, meal and lots of water. So I lean back, and eventually leave to go to the bathroom hoping some of the tension will be relieved. It isn’t.
• Speaking of sitting, I notice that I find myself sitting like a guy sometimes…my legs aren’t always crossed…sometimes they’re apart. Wierd.

So that’s that. I’m still getting used to it, and sometimes when I look in the mirror, I don’t believe it’s me, but I’m embracing it!

Since I’ve pretty much cut out soda as a result of my efforts to avoid high amounts of sugar, artificial sweeteners, and caffeine, I’ve had to find some satisfying alternatives. Enter the juice spritzer, which simultaneously satisfies my constant cravings for juice.

For the record, this is pretty much the only craving I’ve had so far (with the exception of the Cheerios phase, but that was a wierd first trimester sickness thing). It’s not just juice, but anything sweet, cold and fruity. Sorbet does the trick too. But juice is just more accessible. It also helped me get calories into me during the aforementioned first trimester. Now that I’m trying to avoid empty calories, which I think juice would qualify as, I’ve made juice spritzers a regular part of my day. The recipe is simple. Part juice + part spritzer = juice spritzer.

On vacation I had awesome ones, with OJ, pineapple juice and cranberry juice. They totally rocked as poolside beverages. Now that I’m home, I’m sticking to simpler recipes, containing the two juices I crave most, and, oddly enough, pretty much never drank before I got pregnant. Namely limeade and grapefruit juice. Mmmmmmm. I’m drinking one now. I know limeade isn’t really a juice, but it’s the most awesome thing ever made and I love it, but if I drink a whole glass I feel sick. Not to mention ingest WAY too much sugar.

I can’t believe I just wrote more than one paragraph about juice spritzer. I really am a preggo, huh?

• So tired - didn’t pull in from Long Island till ten. Couldn’t go straight to bed even though I was sleeping when we pulled into the neighborhood…had to stay up and gear up to be ready for an awesome morning leading worship at NC-Colonie tomorrow.
• Things that will make you laugh when you’re half asleep - listening to Kevin Brustle (worship pastor), who filled in for me at practice this week, singing all the songs for this weekend in MY key…so everything was either super low or super high. Even more hilarious = Dan singing harmony with him. It totally brightened my night! Can’t wait to see my team tomorrow, I miss jamming out with them 2x/week!
• Whirlwind trip to Long Island was totally worth it. Brian’s grandpa is awesome and we are so glad we got to surprise him with a big 80th birthday party! He is still cracking jokes and making his family and friends laugh…at 80. Not too shabby if you ask me.
• I hope I find myself in his shoes when I’m 80. Having a party where they’re adding place settings at the last minute because so many people want to be there to celebrate. Sharing the day with friends who I can still call friends after 40 or 50 plus years. He is a man of character and it showed today.
• Wish we could be closer to ALL of our family and see them more and spend time with them for longer than 24 hours.
• Whirlwind trips are not my favorite…neither is living out of a suitcase for 2 weeks in 4 different hotels. But in 5, 10 or 20 years I will be glad I was there today with my husband and his family, and I would regret it if I’d missed it!
• Baby Howe (soon we’ll know if it’s a momma’s boy or a daddy’s girl) is growing and kicking me ALL the time. It started becoming more prevalent this past week. Now it’s several times a day. I think it’s because my pants are getting progressively tighter in the waist, and there is more pressure on this kid’s nesting place. I think I sense the baby tapping something out in morse code: “Buy maternity pants mom! You’re squishing me!”

No seriously, what happens in Vegas? I wouldn’t know, even after having been here 36 hours. I landed, took a shuttle to the MGM grand, and haven’t left the premises since. I did attend a poolside reception last night for like 30 minutes. So I was outside, but still technically on the premises.

It is 10pm here and I just got back to my room for the night. I left at 6:45 for breakfast. I am surprisingly energetic. I do however have a list of grievances against Las Vegas in general. I realize my trip hasn’t really given Vegas a chance to show me what it’s got, but so far, here’s what I’ve experienced:

• 30 minute wait to check in (granted, about 2500 people were checking in with our group…not including normal guests…within a 2 hour span) to find that our room was not ready and we should check our bags with the Bellman (another 10 min wait) until we are assigned one.
• Finally got to the room around 7:30pm after a half day of meetings. It was a smoking room. When I called and complained on behalf of my 8 ounce fetus, and asked for a room that would not require me to inhale second hand smoke all night, I was told none were available. When I marched downstairs and asked for the same thing (alongside about 50 other upset guests, many of whom were from our company, some of whom were put in rooms - with roommates - that had a king size bed and a COT), I was (eventually) upgraded to a celebrity suite. I was so excited. I got there. It wasn’t as cool as it sounds. I think it should be a celebreality suite. Or just a reality suite. That would be more fitting.
• Tonight at dinner the entree was filet and jumbo prawns. Feeling guilty about already having eaten my share of shellfish this week (a pregnancy thing) and concerned that all the meat looked blood red…and because my good friend Melissa said “Don’t eat that!” (She also rebelled on behalf of my child when I bought a bag of Doritos earlier this week) I accepted when offered a vegetarian meal. Then my meal never came. Then I found out they were out of vegetarian meals. I was offered just jumbo prawns. I asked instead for meat that was at least medium well. They said no can do. Then my manager and his manager got wind of it. They were outraged and demanded that I eat out of genuine concern for my well being. As it turns out, the only way for me to eat within the hour was to walk back to the hotel (a trek that is all indoors, all MGM Grand property, but still a 15 min walk!) and order something I could eat, since apparently all the convention food was brought in from off the premises. So I did. I ate alone in my room and rushed back to catch a solid hour and a half of the program.

Needless to say, I’m not a fan of the MGM Grand. I have many more less entertaining stories but I think you get the point. And since this is all I know of Vegas, I don’t really love Vegas. But tomorrow, our sessions end at 12:30, and my flight is at 4:15. I plan to eat lunch by the pool, sip on a delicious virgin Pina Colada (which I’ve been craving all week), then spend no more than $15 in the casino…5 dollars on roulette because it looks cool on TV (#28, baby’s due date!), and 10 at the slots in tribute to my grandma, because she is awesome, and she loves the slots.

So although I am still not clear on what happens in Vegas outside of the MGM Grand, I know one thing for sure: many things may stay in Vegas but I am not one of them! Viva las direct flight home tomorrow at 4:15.

Although I planned on hibernating in my room, accomplishing stuff, and wallowing in my sorrow that my hubby was gone, Melissa and her superior sales ability lured me out and onto the beach at San Clemente. She is a good salesperson, for sure, but she was selling a great product!

I got some sun, got to see the surfers, walked the pier…it was beautiful. I headed back to Newport Beach, and on my way, grabbed some dinner here, and a famous chocolate covered apple (Snickers variety) here. I will let you know how that is I decided to take the scenic route home from San Clemente, and drove the Pacific Highway as the sun was starting it’s descent. It was beautiful…I had the windows down, the wind in my hair, and the radio blasting. All of a sudden, right as I start driving into Laguna Beach, this song comes on, and I’m like, are you kidding me? I thought I was on an episode of The Hills and LC was about to hop in my car! Good times.

Goodbye OC. I’ll be back soon.

So as much as I love vacation, I have to admit the last couple of nights I have gone to sleep thinking about all the things I haven’t been taking care of while I’m away. Like checking e-mail, end of month stuff for work, banking stuff…you know, the daily grind. Today is my opportunity to chill out and play catch up a little before round 2 starts tomorrow.

I’m actually realizing that I get to slowly ease back into the real world instead of just being thrust back into it full force (like Brian will be, arriving home late tonight and going straight to work tomorrow morning). Vegas will be work, and I’ll have to, like, adhere to a schedule, set my alarm, and use my brain. But it’s still in Vegas so it’s not exactly the daily grind. Then I’ll be home for one day…one very jetlagged day…and drive down to Long Island that evening for some family time. I will use all of this time to mentally gird (second time I have used that word on my blog in a one week span…wierd) myself for reality, which starts when we get home Sat evening, and wake up Sunday to head to church early where Brian will resume the role of Campus Pastor and I the role of pregnant pastor’s wife and worship leader. Then monday, it’s all back to reality!

The other day I was telling Brian how I haven’t really thought past May 3rd at all. I have nothing planned, nothing coming up to look forward to or dread…nothing. I pretty much planned life up to this wonderfully relaxing and somewhat chaotic period of travel, and didn’t look past it. I asked Brian, what will we do next? To which he replied by staring at my ever increasing belly and saying “it’s all about that kid from now on!”

So with that in mind, I will look forward to May 12th…the day we find out whether this little one is Prince or Princess, and immediately begin to design and execute a super fabulous Howe baby bedroom. With Brian leading that endeavor, I’m sure the results will be spectacular!

Last night we dropped off Scott and Rachel at the airport (boo) after I consumed 5 large king crab legs (yay)…after which I shocked my entire table by informing them that I was starving, and asking if we could stop at the Del Taco by the airport (sidenote: since arriving here, my appetite has been uncharacteristically normal…three meals a day, very little getting ravenous between meals…the crab leg incident proved to me that I am in fact still me, and I do in fact still have a very pregnant appetite)!

This morning we woke up in an empty condo (boo) which I made efforts to clean up in anticipation for our new guests, Phil and Melissa (yay)! As I scurried around putting clean linens on the bed, picking up, and supplying fresh linens (which the resort would charge us $30 for), Brian giggled and said…”you look like all the other maids.” Not sure what to make of that, but it was really funny at the time.

We have an appt with the preview center at 10. This basically means Brian and I will mentally gird ourselves before going in to endure 80 minutes of the best selling we will ever be the targets of, and try to keep in check with the fact that we do NOT need a 15 thousand dollar condo, while we are bombarded with images and facts about how much it will improve our lives. Please wish us luck. At the end of this charade, we will proudly collect a $150 gift certificate to either Marriott, or Fashion Island, a super awesome shopping center a couple miles away, or 15,000 Marriott Rewards Points. We are having a horrible time choosing one. 15,000 points is the equivalent of two nights in an ok location, or one in a super location. What would you do?

Also, yesterday I had my first Pinkberry. It was everything I dreamed it would be. I also tasted Rachel’s indulgence, a Sprinkles cupcake. Why is everything better here, including cupcakes and frozen yogurt? Which leads me to my next question, which Brian and I have asked ourselves frequently this week so far, why do we live in the Northeast?

Recap and highlights and such:

Day 1

• This resort is awesome. Probably one of the best Marriot Vaca Clubs I’ve been to. The location is perfect…nestled right on the coast, just north of Laguna Beach, just south of Balboa Island.
• We slept, ate breakfast, cracked open the puzzle (oh yeah), did a little exercising (they went to the gym, I walked all over), and headed out to Laguna Beach to see LC
• Found some awesome shops and had lunch outside at a great place called Las Brisas. Awesome tostada salad. Best homemade guac ever, including the homemade guac made tableside in cancun. The beach there is gorgeous.
• Headed back and got some good poolside time. Rach and I laid out and spent some time in the hot tub (I just stuck my feet in). The guys went to take a dip in the pool. 2 hours later we hadn’t seen them and finally found them at a remotely located pool, playing a game they “invented” called waterbounce (I named it for them…not that it was hard; it involves a ball, and being in the water, and bouncing it). I felt like I was watching Joey and Chandler invent Fireball.
• Then we headed back to shower for dinner. The boys showed up another hour later, claiming their victory over two 15 year old boys in basketball on their walk back to the condo. It was hilarious. Boys will be boys.
• Great dinner at the Rusty Pelican in Balboa. I heart shrimp scampi.

Day 2

• Got up and at ‘em, ate breakfast, and out the door by 8:30 to drive to San Diego, what I now call the most underrated city in America.
• Intended to go to the Wild Animal Park, but ended up at the Zoo instead. No worries! It was awesome! We took a guided bus tour, spent some extra time with the pandas and meerkats, and called it a day. Highlights: the wild animal show and watching this wolf that looked like a big white dog howl at the entire audience.
• Had my first IN-N-OUT burger. Deeeeeeeeelish! I want to have my second before I leave here. Best fast food burger of all time, hands down.
• Checked out Pacific Beach. Not my fave location, but had a nice time laying out and digesting the aforementioned adventure.
• Changed (in the car again, we were quite the traveling show) and headed to the gaslamp district for evening festivities.
• The Gaslamp District/Quarter is quite possible the coolest place I have EVER been. I have never seen so many restaurants in my life! Another fave thing about the GD, all the restaurants have outdoor seating and heat lamps (it gets chilly here when the sun goes down)!
• The boys caught a bball game at a cool tavern, Rach and I did some shopping.
• Dinner at Masala, the coolest Indian place ever with the best Baingan Bharta I’ve ever had. It would be worth the trip to San Diego just for this eggplant delight.
• Drove all the way home veeeeery sleepy and veeeery sunburned.
• Tried to sleep past seven am
• Failed at trying to sleep past seven am

Just got here and although it was hard to be excited at first b/c I’m alone (the rest of my party will arrive shortly), I’m getting over it quickly. Something about the coast and the ocean and the palm trees…the view outside of my bedroom window (coast, golf course and ocean), the resort (absolutely gorgeous), and, to top it all off - the free wi-fi I will be blogging from my patio all week.

I’m heading off to Trader Joe’s to get some essentials for the morning and scavenge some dinner. I will pick Brian up at 10:30 Pacific time which will force me to start adjusting to my new time zone for the next 12 days. Let the fun begin! (I brought a 1,000 piece puzzle…the fun will begin very shortly! I am such a loser!)

Today is just beautiful. There’s no other word for it. And it’s a great day to get stuff done outside (and trust me, we are not lacking in outdoor chores to do). But instead I’ve been buzzing around inside all day. It feels just as good to get some stuff done around the house…as long as the windows are open. For some reason, even though I have lots of packing and cleaning to do, (I always like to clean my house before I go out of town…then I know I at least have one thing to look forward to when I come back to reality!) I am cleaning out closets and doing chores that have been on my to do list for weeks.

It always astounds me how hard it is to let go of old things. I did get rid of 3 old prom dresses, but couldn’t let go of some bridesmaid dresses that I’m 99.9% sure will never be used again. Is it so bad to hang onto them for sentimental value…or maybe for future dress up clothes? Hey, Brian has a box in the attic labeled “sentimental T-shirts.” Maybe I will label the box of prom dresses “what was I thinking?”

I also learned that I horde empty shoe boxes. I just broke down 8 of them and put them in the recycle bin. That is just ridiculous. The only reason I would use them is to store things that I shouldn’t be hording anyways. Time to let go.

Overall, three large bags of shoes clothes and purses are moving on to better homes. And probably another one, after I give some friends who will fit in them (as I no longer can) first dibs at giving them a new home.

The result? More room-and some semblance of organization-in my closets, which will soon be overflowing again when we move everything from the future nursery closet into them. Hey, you’ve gotta start somewhere, right?