Oh yeah...the baby.

Tonight the family went out to dinner, and miraculously, Max just sat and ate. We had to constantly shovel food onto his plate, and he insisted on dipping the crab alfredo pasta into the ketchup..but hey, he wasn't crying, he wasn't on our laps grabbing at everything...so whatever works.

During our dinner, Melvin and I were discussing a trip we wanted to take in about 3 weeks. He has the weekend off, we have some airline tickets we had previously cancelled and had to use, and we wanted one last "hurrah" before the baby came.

After sorting through several warm options, we thought back to our Disney Cruise we went on last year. Figured that we could do a 3 or 4 day cruise. Cameron would love to go to the kids place, and Max has been doing much better in daycare situations, so we could actually enjoy ourselves...alone. We were quite excited.

But then it suddenly dawned on me. Oh, I'm pregnant...very pregnant. Will be about 35 weeks pregnant when we're out on a boat in the middle of the Caribbean. Probably not the best place to be at such a stage in the baby game.

Silly us.