A Lesson Learned

When your wife politely asks you (code: nags you incessantly) to get stuff done around the house and there isn't time to do it, let this be a warning:

While you are gone for several days, she, like me, just might hire someone to do the job and poof! like magic (and many dollars later) it gets done the way she wants it.

And she won't even ask you what you think about it.

Never stand between walnut floors and a hormonally challenged pregnant mother.

Fishing off the dock

Will he remember these times 20 years from now?

How To Turn Me On

Vacuum the kitchen while telling me to "sit down and rest, already!" and then bring the very full dirty laundry basket downstairs. To top that off, you give me a little back rub that hits all the achy pregnancy pains in just the right way.

Little things like this are why I find you so fucking sexy.

My Girl

She's tired, but happy and smiling. I snapped this and then she stuck her tongue out at me.

The little shit.

How Do You Stop Time?

I took this photo a couple of weekends ago and I'm not sure what it is about it but I definitely had one of those flash-forward moments of what my son is going to look like in a few short years as a teenager.

I'm not ready.

Valley-of-the-Dolls-Stepford-Wives-sort-of-creepy

DJs on the radio this morning were talking about a new technology that has been developed which allows for a model to be made of your unborn baby so that you can hold "it" before it's actually born. Apparently this will increase the bonding between parents and baby-to-be.

The whole idea behind this sends shudders down my spine - having a baby is one of the last great mysteries of life - you don't really know exactly what your child is going to look like until he or she is born - and therein lies the anticipation and excitement you've been waiting months for.

I know that hubby and I and the kids are already bonding with this little one - and not because we can hold a gelatinous mold that is supposed to replicate her. We are bonding individually and as a family each time we feel her kick or see my stomach move like a mini roller-coaster, every hug and kiss and touch to my belly is a connection to the baby girl growing inside me.

I don't know about you, but I'll stick to dreaming and wondering and imagining this awesome gift who is already changing our lives - jello molds or not.

Update

Again, I'm long overdue on an update, but there isn't really much happening, other than being a human incubator and nurturing the miracle life on a daily basis.

I had a check-up earlier this week and my doctor is concerned because I'm losing weight - at this point I should be steadily gaining - and while normally this sort of news would cause me to attempt a cartwheel across the backyard, I too, am a little worried. The good news is that baby is active, her heart rate is strong and while I'd appreciate it if she'd let go of my ribcage so I can breathe without it seeming like I've been smoking 3 packs a day since the age of 10, I have no complaints.

I am really tired, but even that is manageable if I just remember to tell myself that it's okay to wear clothes 5 times before washing.

Days like this are why Febreeze was invented.

How To Charm Me

Put your little hands on your hips and say, "Mummy? You see that clock over der? That clock says it's almost time to go and get an ice c'eam cone!"