Contrary to popular opinion, it was not all a ploy to avoid Antimony.

Well, welcome back to our wacky and exciting life. For once my lack of blogging is because there were things going on, not because I was weary of posting about pregnancy ills and Madeline's quirks. But brace yourselves- this post will contain only trace amounts of either.

We spent most of the weekend at the Lundstrom family reunion in Logan. Which is pretty much an awesome event, and I'm pretty sad for all of you who aren't Lundstroms. Basically, Lundstrom family reunions are two day sports marathons, with intense games of soccer, ultimate frisbee, dodgeball, basketball, kickball, and anything else we can think of that will wear people out and burn up some excess competitive drives. And the old people/gimps/pregnant people sit and hold babies and talk. It works out pretty well. As always, we had a great time but were pretty exhausted by the end of the festivities.

Here's where our story gets fun. We stopped at my parents ward on the way home (since they have church two hours later than us and we could sleep in. I came up with this brilliant idea. Sometimes I am amazing.) Towards the end of church, Jessie started having stomach pain. Having a history of ulcers, he thought it would eventually pass. But instead it kept getting worse. And worse. Until 10:30 at night when he declared he was dying and decided he wanted to go to the hospital. (Wimp. Just because his stomach was exploding.) In an exciting turn of events, they were quick to inform us that he had appendicitis. (Always needs attention, that Jessie. Sheesh.) So early this morning, he had surgery to remove the little bugger. Happy Independence Day, Jessie! Your appendix has broken off from the motherland and become its own entity!

Anyway. So we spent most of the day/night at the hospital, being awesome, and then they got sick of Jessie making excel sheets charting his recovery time, so they sent us home. And here we shall remain, reveling in our appendectomy convalescence, until Jessie gets sick of me asking him if he's okay. On a totally unrelated note, this means sadly that we will not be making our annual Antimony trip this weekend. I am very broken up about this, and begged Jessie to reconsider, but he was adamant. So no stories about Antimony stealing my soul this year. Maybe next year. We can only hope.