My mother is a little crackalacka sometimes. She calls me one day proclaiming that January 24th will be the "Celebration of Kimberly." What?! I tell her straight out that she is weird and ask if she is on drugs. Basically it was a "feed-the-pregnant-chick-whatever-she-wants-before-she-pops" dinner with family night. I picked out fried catfish, grilled shrimp, coleslaw, and southern black eyed peas. :) Momma got all the good pictures on her camera, but here's some pictures of that night from my camera.
Come on, you know this looks so good! Jealous? You should be :) My camera-shy step-dad frying the yummies below.
9 days til Sam comes...aka 37 1/2 weeks. I think?I'm officially huge as can be. This was about the same day whenever I breathe my bellybutton started popping in and out. That never happened with Dylan.