Perhaps we should consider naming the baby 'Ravenous' (kind of a pretty ring to it?), a name inspired by this past week and I'm guessing the remaining weeks of the baby's gestational period. Forty minutes without nourishment feels like forty days and forty nights. I hit a new low this weekend when I stood outside Best Buy licking a melted fun size Butterfinger wrapper clean while Simon and Julia (hastily) ventured inside. Additionally, Lucy and I have taken to engaging in fierce competitions for Julia's highchair droppings and Julia's two vocabulary words for the week are 'mom' and 'glutton'. My scar hurts which is a sure sign of serious retention of the H2O variety and even my glasses have started to feel niiiice and snug. However...despite these minor discomforts I am not in any harried hurry for the baby to be ex utero quite yet. (My 40 week pregnant self already hates me for typing so). Although I'm more 'prepared' than I was with Julia in the sense that I have diapers on hand and some bebe clothing washed...I still have a veryyy needy Julia perpetually perched on my person and Simon working a veryyy time consuming rotation for the next few weeks.
oh, why yes I did tuck the bottom bells of my (barely still fitting) spandex workout pants into my boots.
You get an A for astute.
Butofcourse...we'll take a healthy baby whenever he/she decides to arrive. . .early or tardy (just don't be ugly!)
I'm into the rigors of the weekly OB appointments...I won't give you the exciting deets on those here in this family friendly forum...but if you are curious you can blink three times and I'll email you everything you didn't want to know, pronto.
andddd as a bonus we have Simon's interpretation of my pregnancy photos