One small step for most, one giant leap for Webb-kind

Today we had a small victory. We made it through Sunday School and Relief Society with Eva. We stayed in there the whole time! Well, actually, that's not all the way true. The Sunday School teacher went 10 minutes overtime; but Eva made it to when we SHOULD have gotten out. And I wanted Andrew to be able to sit through Priesthood (for the first time in a LONG time) for Fathers' Day, so I took Eva to RS with me. I was nervous--especially since we were ill-prepared today and didn't pack the essential snacks that usually get us through the 3-hour block. But she did great. She bugged the pianist, who seemed annoyed that Eva wanted to watch her fingers from up close, and tore a hymn book (only one page, and it was the green one at the very front--not an actual music page), but other than that she was awesome.

After walking out of church, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction--yay, even pride--that we had done it. We went the whole 3 hours without spending the whole time in the hallway. Maybe being a parent on Sundays isn't as bad as I thought it was.

Another victory is a very small, personal one. I wore heels to church today. And I have been able to wear heels this entire pregnancy. At this point last time (2 days shy of 36 weeks), I had a hard time fitting into any clothing at all. Shoes...now those were just impossible. My feet were so swollen that I could barely squeeze on my flip flops for church, and when I got home and yanked them off I had marks all over my feet. Seriously, I was like an elephant. But not this time. I don't know if it's anything I have done differently, or being pregnant with a boy instead of a girl, or good luck, or pure tender mercy from heaven--but I haven't gotten swollen at all. I mean, a LITTLE, which I think comes from wearing heels...but that's negligible. I can still wear my ring, so I don't count it as swollen. And I know that there are precautions against wearing tall heels when you're this far along. Something to do with being clumsy and tripping because your weight is thrown off, or something lame like that. But frankly, I don't care. I am celebrating that I am ABLE to wear heels. And even though my body is like unto a whale, my ankles and feet were like unto a real hottie. And that makes me VERY happy.