Everything looks good still. I mentioned last time that I was measuring a little small, and I was afraid that meant an extra week of my delightful condition, but my doctor assured me that it didn't. If I'm late, it means that this little girl isn't ready to come out -- not because of how I'm measuring. I tell her that she IS ready. So does Steve. I don't know if him getting out of a drill weekend will be enough to convince her, though. Dr. Wylie also told me that I probably shouldn't go to Vegas in two weeks. That's what I thought, too. My parents are heading down and wanted to pick us up on the way.
On a completely unrelated note, I've been working on getting certified to teach Suzuki piano. I grew up taking Suzuki, and I've wanted to teach piano for a long time but haven't had the chance lately. (I've only taught during two summers while I was going to Ricks, and I loved it!) And since that's the way I learned, I wasn't sure how to teach traditional piano.
It's slightly more intense than I thought it was going to be. They make you go to week-long classes in the summer for each book, but before you can even sign up for them, you have to send in a video audition of yourself playing a particular song. (Another reason why I'm glad I was a Suzuki kid. The song I had to play was Mozart's Sonata K331, which is in one of the books I went through.) That's what I did a few weeks ago, and let me tell you, it wasn't fun seeing a 50 lb heavier version of myself on tape. (Yep, we're up to 50 lbs now.) Anyhow, I heard back from them over the weekend, and they accepted my audition! Yay! That means we'll either be going to St. Louis or Oakland for a week this summer.