We are so exciting

My weekend started off like normally: with a long(ish) run early Saturday morning. Right now, 8-10 miles on the road feels like a 18-20 mile long run on my joints, so I haven't been tempted to go further. Well, mentally I'd love to run longer but my body has other ideas. We have been really lucky with the weather this week and it was a cool 63 degrees at 7am on Saturday, which was perfect for running. It's supposed to be 99 degrees on Wednesday so I made sure to enjoy the temperate weather this weekend.

Saturday's run was special because it was Peanut's first long run since getting so sick. She did really well and just ran next to me the whole time and never lagged behind. It helped that we took a halfway point walk break (my running friends are so nice about my pregnancy needs) and there was plenty of roadkill to keep her attention. It seems like roadkill is so much worse this year for some reason (warm winter?) and I can't go anywhere without tripping over something dead. Peanut was good and didn't even try to eat any dead squirrels.

I'm holding out for BACON!

I ended up running/walking 8.3 miles and finished up just in time to go look at flooring materials for some work we're getting done in the basement. I told you, we are so exciting. We had some water damage with the hurricane last summer and we are just now getting around to ripping out the carpet and fixing the wall. By "we", I mean people we hire. I might enjoy watching HGTV, but I feel no urge to roll up my sleeves and start actually doing stuff to my house.

After looking at flooring stuff, it was time for Faith's swim lesson. My husband took her in the pool for the first time and I got to stay dry and just sit and watch. It was pretty sweet. Since we live in such a small town, my OB/GYN has her kid in the same class and I actually sat next to her while we both watched our husbands swim with the kids. Nothing awkward about that and I'm sure it won't make my appointment with her on Thursday in anyway strange.

Today was Father's Day and I asked my husband what he'd like to do with "his" day.

Do you wanna go outside Daddy? We could throw sand!

You don't want to just SIT here, do you Daddy?

I knew you wanted to read me a book, I could tell!

Since my husband is currently trying to finish up his grad school thesis project thing and take a summer class, his dream day was being able to do homework all day. Oh, and bacon and steak. Those seemed like reasonable (but boring) requests, so I agreed. We both can't wait for him to finish up this graduate program! I'm glad he finished up most of his first graduate degree before we even met because this homework every weekend for over 2 years thing is lame.

So my day today revolved around trying to keep the kid from disturbing him too much. It's hard because she's my husband's little groupie and she will hunt him down. I'm nowhere near as fun, but I do let her do stuff like this:

Did someone shoot that dog over there?

Also, we had bacon and biscuits for breakfast and steak with corn on the cob for dinner so I hit the main points on the "Man Food" chart. Also, I got him a new travel organizer (he was excited, so I guess that counts for something) and Faith got him Angry Birds in Space. She likes to watch him play and I'm hoping it will come in handy for him since he's traveling a lot for work this summer and he can take my Kindle with him for the plane.

I didn't run today because I am actually sore from my run yesterday, plus I was already at 39 miles for the week after my walk this morning and I'm trying to keep it below 40. If I hadn't been sore I probably would have run anyway, but I'm sure my body appreciates the rest.

Oh, and for all those people wondering when I'm going to find out the sex of the baby...the appointment is on Friday mid-day. I'm not one of those people who thinks "Wouldn't a gender reveal party be just DARLING??" and orders a cake with a color coded filling, so I'll update with the results of the "Find the penis!" ultrasound when we get home. This isn't a medical ultrasound (because Tricare can suck it), it's one of those novelty ultrasounds when they try to sell you a photo package. I'll try to resist the allure of ordering DVDs of my fetus swimming in 4D to giveaway on the blog.

Do you think it's a boy or a girl? I feel like it's a boy, but that's not really trustworthy since I thought our next kid was going to be a boy since before I even got pregnant (and I have a set of adorable clearance onesies in my closet as proof of my insanity). My husband thinks it's a girl.