Jeremy and Amy: Homeowners

Yes, we own a house. Today I went to buy a mailbox for our house. I also bought the little numbers that go on the mailbox. When I got to the checkout, I dropped the numbers (as I usually do these days--whatever I'm holding.) Seeing my condition (being a full-term pregnant woman), and old lady behind me actually offered to pick up the numbers. What's sad is that I was actually relieved and willing to let her pick up the numbers. An old woman! I'm supposed to be picking up HER numbers. I'm still quite happy being pregnant, but the past week I have started feeling quite useless. We've been moving into our house and I can't help move anything, bending over is a ridiculously hard task, and my feet look and feel like they are going to explode at the end of every day. I want the little guy to stay in my belly for at two more weeks so I can get his home ready, but at the same time I want to have my old, functional body back again. Ahhh. That will be nice.

On a stranger note, I saw a chicken in the wal-mart parking lot yesterday morning. You don't believe me? I took a picture b/c I thought you might not believe me.



I also saw a cat in Lowes.