Monday, Monday

So it's the Monday before Christmas.  Christmas is being held at our house this year since us traveling could result in me birthing a baby.   So we thought it best if we stayed put and had people come to us.  And when I say people, I mean my parents, sister and Cody.  With Christmas guests comes Christmas dinner.  I am taking on the task of making this feast.  I haven't told anyone to bring anything, but if they want to I won't object.  For said dinner I'm making a pan of lasagna, salad, bruschetta and chili.  The snacky food I'm making is Oreo Balls, which are delicious!  I made a batch of those last night and stuck them directly in the freezer.  I knew if I wouldn't I would eat atleast half of them.  Pretty sure the baby would be bouncing all around my uterus on a sugar high if I did that!  My goal is to make most of the food ahead of time, and freeze it so it minimizes my work that day.  My sister is making spinach dip and bring dinner rolls, and my parents are bringing desserts. 

I'm hoping that there will be leftovers of some of the main courses I make so I can freeze them, and we can have them after the baby is born.  We'll see how good this plan pans out.  I had planned on making atleast the chili this last weekend.  BUT, we completely forgot about Christmas with Heath's grandparents.  Not sure how that slipped our minds.  So needless to say, I didn't get as much accomplished as I had hoped.  However, I did get pictures hung, we assembled a night stand for the baby's room, and made the oreo balls.

And considering I didn't want to be on my feet any longer than necessary I stopped my kitchen duties.  By day's end yesterday my feet looked like I had an allergic reaction to some food.  I don't know what else to do about my gigantically swollen feet.  Nothing seems to help.  Heath, with a heart of gold, rubs them mostly every night trying to relieve the pain.  Since putting my feet up in the recliner doesn't seem to do the trick, I try laying on the floor with my feet proped up on the couch.  Apparently, doing so warrants Allie to use my stomach as a pillow. 

Laying this way somewhat helps.  I think the only true remedy will be pushing out a 7 lb baby.  Soon enough I suppose.  Atleast knowing that the baby has dropped just brings on more anticipation for when the special day will actually occur.   As a precaution I have started carrying the hospital bags in the car with me no matter where I go, and the carseat has been installed.  I think we're prepared......I hope.