Every day is getting closer to meeting our little boy, but it has gotten to the point where it can't come soon enough. Getting around is getting more difficult, and I am more and more uncomfortable by the day. I had a doctor's appointment today, and was told I have not started progressing like I had hoped. He told me he thought I will go at least until my due date. Not what I wanted to hear!

Our past holidays have been spent getting ready to get married and a lot of traveling, so we had decided not to get a Christmas tree those years. This year we had no excuse not to, so Brian and I went on Tuesday night to pick out a tree. I love the smell it adds to the house, and it was fun to decorate with all the ornaments we have been saving. Allie is very excited to have a tree to eat, and if she had any front claws I know she would have already climbed it. I'm waiting to come home to the tree laying on the floor due to her pesky ways.

Brian took a picture yesterday at 36 weeks. I couldn't believe how big I looked. Our tree is in the background.