Mission Accomplished

Each fall since I moved from Michigan (yes, even back in Chicago), I've longed for an apple orchard experience like we knew back in Michigan. Apples, cider and cider donuts. For some reason, Chicagoans, Illinoisans (I may have made that word up) and St. Louisans didn't get the memo about the deliciousness that is a fresh cider donut dipped in a glass of apple cider on a crisp fall day. Thanks to my STL facebook mom's group for the insider info about a little family owned farm, a little further down the road from the bigger, well known, circus...I mean, 'farm' that everyone knows and goes to. The most important detail was that this farm had a little bakery with "the most amazing apple cider donuts". Count me IN! 

Corey thought I was a little crazy when we got in the car and his GPS said 40+ minutes. "Is this the closest one?" "No, but it's the only one with cider donuts" He knows how much these fall activities mean to me so he followed the directions, which led us right past the 'circus', down some dirt roads and to the cutest little farm. Friendly and helpful workers, hayrides out to pick pumpkins and apples, a little play area for the kiddos, animals (probably Lilly's favorite part), and...wait for it...the bakery! The hayrides weren't crowded, the lines were short and we had plenty of room to explore and pick apples without the company of others. Corey and I are sold. We know where we'll be frequenting each fall. It was a beautiful fall day and I especially loved experiencing one of my favorite fall activities with our little gal!

"How old are you, Lill?"

60% of the way there

As of Friday, we're 24 weeks along in this 40 week journey until we meet the little guy.  Overall, I've been feeling really well; very similar pregnancy as with Lill. I have my mid-afternoon nausea from time to time, but that's nothing a little Vernors can't cure. Similar cravings as last time in terms of ice cream, tacos (or anything Mexican, really), and vegetarian dishes. This time around, however, I have the opposite of a 'craving' towards chewing gum. I now despise it. I have tried on a number of occasions; popping a post-lunch mint piece of gum to cover the onions I forgot to hold on my sandwich. I can't make it 6 chews before the disgust and nausea sits in and I have to spit it out. I've given up; no more gum for this lady. We'll just be sticking to good ol' fashion teeth brushing (my precious whites will thank me).

I've been very bad about taking 'bump' pictures this time around. I guess we're a little preoccupied?! ;-) At 22 weeks, we finally remembered. So here it is, the side by side of Lill and little guy at 22 weeks.