Update

We are still settling into our new home. Most of our furniture and things are here and put together. The boys are still lacking mattresses on their new bunk beds and Levi's room is a disaster. His crib isn't set up and the boys are sort of using it as a toy/junk room.
My due date is July 19th. Less than two weeks away. YAY! Levi's just hanging out, having a grand old time in there. I am pretty certain he practices martial arts; from the feel of things, I'd say he's set to be the next Jackie Chan! We're not quite ready for him. I don't have a single diaper in the house. Luckily, I still have a little bit of time left. I'm only a fingertip dialated. I think that means less than a one. I'm kind of happy I probably won't be having him this week since my doctor is out of town. This doctor also delivered Caleb and since he's already seen me inside out, I don't wanna go to someone new.
We haven't been to our new ward yet. We went camping last week and were moving the week before that. I'm sad about leaving our old ward. I'm slightly anti-social, so it took me about 3 years to get comfortable and make friends in the Rossmoor ward. Who knows when I'll be at home again in this new one. Another thing is Levi will be born once we've gone to one week of church. No one will care about him like they would have at my old ward and he will be blessed in a place where NO ONE knows him. I'm just sad. Not to mention, no one will even really be aware that we will be needing meals when he's born. My last ward brought dinners for 4 nights I think. Oh the joy of making dinner the same day I get home from the hospital! I would say Kyle could handle it for a few days, but honestly, I've never met anyone as hopeless in the kitchen. He ruins the Nestle Tollhouse cookies that come prepackaged. No joke. I didn't know that was possible. How he survived a mission at all is a mystery. I'm assuming either his companions took care of him or he ate A LOT of cereal. My money is on cereal. I imagine that's all the boys will eat while I'm in the hospital.
Speaking of Kyle, I just gotta say... I'm lucky to have that guy. We were talking about it the other day, and came to the conclusion that we need each other! He's the ying to my yang, the peanut butter to my jelly, the cheese to my mac! Sometimes people think it would be easier if they were married to someone more like them. Let me tell you, for Kyle and me, that would be a nightmare. Kyle would not get along with a Type A as a spouse and if I'd married someone like me(Someone so Type B, we're nearly C's), we'd be unemployed and possibly homeless! Like a sandwich with peanut butter on both sides, it just wouldn't be right! I'm not gonna lie and say I'm always as appreciative of Kyle as I should. Sure, there are days I would love to shove him full of Ritalin just so I could take a nap, but mostly I just love that guy and can't get enough of him.

Coming soon... pictures of our new house.