Okay, so it's been a while since I've posted. We had our first baby shower (pictures below). Tera did a great job of planning, but no amount of planning can compensate for lack of power. So, we all had a great baby shower by candlelight, complete with a generator, shop lights, and lots of coats and scarves. But, it ws still great to be with friends and family. Very generous friends and family. Darcy got lots of GREAT stuff!
Some of my good friends - Amy, Andi, and Jesse 
Leah (my sister), Mom, Tera, and my Grandma
Grandma Bookout, Aunt Alisa, and my mother-in-law, Janet
So many cute clothes!
Trying to guess who brought Darcy this book . . . It was my mom.
Thanks to Tera for a wonderful baby shower!This week has proved to be interesting. Last weekend, we got to spend time with Brad's family, and we picked out a glider for Darcy's room. It took a little while to figure out which one we wanted, but I'm very pleased with the one we have. It will serve us well for all of the little ones God has planned for us.
Then, on Monday night, I came down with the flu. The full-blown, really gross flu. Apparently it dehydrated me enough that I started having contractions, which was a little scary. But, I knew it wasn't REALLY labor. But, still. I wasn't even able to keep water down. So, Brad called the doctor in the morning, and she sent us to the hospital for fluids and monitoring. I was actually still having contrations, just not as close together. Things settled down after IV fluids and being able to keep some food down, and we were able to go home.
I've spent the last couple of days trying to recouperate. Should be back to work tomorrow. I know my parents have been concerned. They've been calling and texting a lot. Brad has been great. He stayed home to take care of me on Tuesday (which was great, considering we were at the hospital for a good chunk of the day). I am SO blessed to have such a wonderful husband. He is going to be a fantastic dad. I'm so excited to watch him with our daughter.
We were 33 weeks along yesterday. So, seven weeks to go. We have a baby shower at Brad's office tomorrow, one at my office next Friday, and another with our friends and family in Kansas City. It is so nice that so many people care.
My belly is officially huge. I'll have to get a picture posted this weekend. I had a lady at Dillard's ask me if I was about to pop. She was horrified when I told her that I still had seven weeks left. Nice. We've hit the stage where people feel free to comment on your size. Since when did that become okay, for the record?
I can feel Darcy's every little movement now. She is moving A LOT! My belly is starting to have corners, I think. Different body parts poking out here and there. I'm trying to enjoy every minute, as uncomfortable as I am, because I know that this is a time that we will never have again. It is one to be treasured. As much as we will enjoy having Darcy here and enjoying every second with her, the time for us to feel her move now is limited. The time we have as just the two of us is limited. It's a gift, and I want to treasure all of the gifts God has given us.
