stripes - Goodwill (altered)
pants - Soon Maternity
bag - c/o Lily Jade
tapestry - from my Gram
boots - Frye via eBay
Alright. Here's the point in the pregnancy where I start walking that very fine line between feeling like I've slipped into a suit of straight fluff and knowing that there are still lots and lots of weeks to go and the puff is here to stay and play for a long while. I didn't think I'd ever be able to give Julia's pregnancy a run for its money in the puffy department but ... I'm good at exceeding expectations because the money is mine. In true Simon fashion he said I was being absurd but then I showed him photos of Theo's gestation at 27 weeks and he had no choice but to diplomatically admit that I'm just carrying this baby, "differently". Exactly. Even Julia has a lot of questions about the rate in which old Mom's body is expanding, "so ... when is MY stomach going to blow up like that?" and we'll stop there but she proceeds to move north and keep on asking and asking.
Anyway - I willn't wish a pregnancy away ever and I'm not feeling terrible. When Simon is home to protect me from the predators that are lurking outside waiting to chop me up into 9 million bits I'm sleeping really well and although I wish the weather would warm just enough for me to power walk or slow wog it around the 'hood a few times ... I don't feel like too much of a sloth quite yet. Maybe I'm the only preg that ever feels this way (because I'm the only person to be pregnant ever .... as you all know) but the thought of bending down to pick anything off the floor while I'm holding one of the kids .... it's just ... too ... much. I know I would get permanently stuck in the bent down position and this is why I'm so happy that the two older kids have reached the, "can you grab that diaper/wipe/sock/dinner crumb off the floor for me?" milestone because I'm starting to be a little bit manic about having a clean house at all times which drives everyone insane. More on that never because if you came over you would throw your head back and cackle at my definition of clean.
I was going to talk about baby names here but I think I'll do a whole post on it because I love love love hashing about baby names and while we aren't totally decided on potential names for this baby and I don't think I'd ever share thee names only because Simon and I are more "on the way to the hospital" deciders .... it's still fun to hear other people's thoughts and how they came to name their little own cherubs. Or maybe I'm the only one in the club on this topic. You can skip that post. I'll never know.
I was going to quickly ask if anyone has a Blanqi? I think this baby is probably giving me a perpetual hug around the hips or the nightly salted chocolate (oh! actually ... extra salt AND a little more salt to be safe) milk shakes are catching up to me but a little smoothing of the thorax sounds awesome and was wondering if anyone loved theirs? Type now or forever hold the keys to my potentially less lumpy midsection. Please. I would kneel down to beg but only if I'm not holding a child.
27 weeks with Julia
27 weeks with Sebastian
27 weeks with Theo
Now someone go find me a link to a pregnancy diary with lots and lots and lots of pages so I don't subject you to another one of these funions.