3. still smug
Trying to find a little tiny glowy window of an effervescently good mood to write an even mildly sunshiney post is proving to be difficult. Skip a 37 week post, you suggest? No.
On the pregnancy front everything is totally fine and I have almost nothing negative to say about that. Well ... except for the slightly annoying fact that I feel like I am almost always audibly laboriously breathing. If you have the distinct pleasure of being around me in person before the baby comes ... come hither and take a listen .... you'll see/hear. I did make the idiotic mistake of making last week's appointment late enough in the day so that Simon would be home to watch the kids. I paid dearly by way of having the pleasure of waiting for 32 minutes on the cold, hard bench of fun draped in a generous piece of transparent tissue large enough to maybe cover the entirety of the rump of a freshly birthed mouse bebe (the runt of the litter). Yes, I listened to my OB politely listen to a first time mom and dad in the next room over outline what sounded eerily similar to this birth plan complete with polite chuckles and half-hearted "we'll see's!!". The good news was that the teeeeeeeeny bit of progress I've made was chalked up to the fact that this is my third baby. So, I'm fairly certain this baby will be debuting circa Valentine's Day ... which is probably for the best because I have no idea what on God's greenest earth we are going to do with the first two children when I do go into labor. Maybe we'll just bring them along for the medicated fun.
I've yet to purchase "best big brother/sister in the world!!" shirts for the kids nor have I handcrafted chocolate bar labels to thank the hospital staff for being so nice on the job but I totalllly succumbed to the "buy the older siblings a gift from the baby" nonsense. I know. My face is in my palm, too. I won't tell you that the present is a mash-up of the classic, "The Three Little Pigs" and the always timeless, "Dora the Explorer" because then you would think less of me .... forever. I'll just keep that to myself.
vest: Gap via eBay
sweater: Gap maternity (although I have a feeling it would fit much better as nonternity)
jeans: Urban Outfitters
37 weeks with Bash
38 weeks with Baby J