I have resolved to keep this blog more up-to-date.

Why, you ask?

Thanks for your interest.

Because I realized how much has changed since my last, and only, post.

We moved. From sweet, beautiful, quaint, unique Round Lake to dirty, crowded, stinky, unbeautiful Schenectady. It's like switching from Wegman's to Price Chopper (for the New Yorkers in the crowd), or homemade strawberry crepes to Eggos, for the rest of you. Really a downgrade, in our book. We love space and country and quiet and unused air. Our windows are literally nine feet from our neighbors' windows, and we share our porch, basement, attic, garage, and driveway with our landlord, whose floor is our ceiling. Not ideal. Some people love Schenectday. City people. People who like the sirens and the fact that you don't need a porch light (good thing -- ours doesn't work) because the streetlight illuminates not only your porch, but your entire living room all night. Some people like the 3x5 foot patch of grass they call a front lawn. Much less maintenance required. Not us. If you look at our profile, you'll understand why.



Last weekend we strapped on our packs and bushwhacked to a rocky peak (a very short hike, and a very small peak...I'm very pregnant). We figure it will be the last camping trip before the kid comes to join us, and it was phenomenal. Off-trail hiking means you don't see anyone else. And there's not evidence of anyone -- no fire pits, no garbage, no footprints, no voices. It was really a fantastic time together. Dave has been working his pants off...at his regular job during the day, and running our own little business at night. Almost every evening has been booked for him lately, and in fact, right now (on a Saturday...vomit) he is out working all day. So it was really a treat to spend two full days with him out in the middle of nowhere!

The other big change is that I'm now 35 weeks pregnant. For those who don't know, a typical pregnancy is actually 40 weeks (not the commonly-heard 9 months). So that means in about five weeks my gigantic, unsightly belly (stretch marks are NOT photogenic) will become a crying, pooping, eating machine. We are SOOOO excited!



I'm going to try to post some pictures now, taken by Becky, who is the most terrific oldest sister ever and who flew out here to hang out with us and throw me a baby shower. Wish me luck with this. I'm still new.