What a weekend!

Oh had the big celebration in Exira. It was pretty fun. Had a lot of congrats and people asking ?'s about the pregnancy. Actually didn't even get too many inappropriate ?'s for a change. LOL! I managed to make it through without barfing so that was a huge bonus.
The big Hansen BBQ was a blast as always. Lots of kids being crazy and funny and only a few injuries. I actually managed to eat a whole hot dog so I was pretty impressed with myself on that one. After the BBQ I was ready for bed. No more going uptown to see the old friends or going to the bar, just wanted sleep.
Monday I woke up feeling pretty good and decided I wanted to go to the parade. So after finally getting John up we went and it was the same as always. Tractors, 4-wheelers ect. Took forever. Then I decided not to head uptown at all to see the rides and get a funnel cake. I was a little sad, but I also needed to pee and I was not going into a skanky 4th of July porta potty to do it either. Plus I am sure the funnel cake would not have faired well in my belly. So I skipped it. Back to Mom's for a good lunch and we finally headed home about 3. Once home we pretty much lugged in everything, set it inside the door and did nothing more. I slept for almost 2 hours in my chair and John played Xbox until I forced him away to go yell at the bad bad bad neighbor boys that were yet again screwing with the empty house beside us and letting of fireworks from the deck balcony. When I yelled at them Friday they were snots, this time John didn't even have to say anything and they scattered. For the rest of the night I was trying to comfort Harley. Poor thing. Everyone was doing fireworks and everytime she would cry and shake and had to be held. I felt so bad for her. Then of course I was crabby because my dog was upset and who do these neighbors think they are doing fireworks on the 4th anyway. John was of course fine with it because he did not have to get up and go to work today. Poor Harley. We were both outside with her at 10:30 saying "lets go potty" 100 times and she was so terrified she would just sit on our feet and cry. After about 20 minutes of this and with fireworks still going off I told John she was never going to go and we would just have to get up with her in the night after they end. So finally off to bed. Harley snuggled with me all night and amazingly didn't even have to get up for a potty break. I am hoping this is the last of the fireworks for awhile.