At 34 weeks, your baby is the size of a small roasting chicken!
With knees or feet up in my ribs, Fancy feels a little bit more like a Thanksgiving Turkey- ick.
I'm starting to get uncomfortable- and I'm trying to remain optimistic. But it's getting pretty tough. Yesterday I spent about 30 minutes organizing all of our baby goods and I was out of breath with a VERY sore back by the end of it. I'm not one to ask for help or complain but it's pretty funny- Todd's starting to give me the hairy stink eye when he thinks I'm going to try and rearrange some furniture or move things around. I'm concerned he's going to shoot me with a horse tranquilizer if I don't settle down... I'm trying to be good too- he said on Saturday night he'd take the laundry basket downstairs for me. I saw this morning that it was finally done (thanks to me pushing it in the way of the staircase so he'd notice it.)
I also canceled my yoga class for the first time last night. I don't feel bad- just a little iffy and this isn't some run of the mill leg cramp that I would usually just push through...I feel like such an adult... blerch. To balance that feeling out, Todd and I had some of our left overs for dinner- I made TWO kielbasa and cheese trays for the shower- so we had that for dinner. We're basically swimming in cheese.
I realized last night while organizing baby stuffs that I should've taken pictures of the house before the shower...since it would be the LAST time my house would be clean and free of children clutter. Bitter sweet, eh? Awesome though. Everyday feels like Christmas waiting for Fancy Pants to join us.
Recently, I've been having a bit of name anxiety- I want this kid to have a cool name. This feeling was compounded when a friend of mine was all, "I can't wait to hear what you name this kid- you and Todd are so quirky it can't NOT be cool/unique/different." Eeek! Talk about pressure. We've previously decided on both a boy and girl name...but now I'm having second thoughts. No offense Ma, but I don't want something plain and tall like Sarah. Or a sofa king like Todd.
I hope the finger of God reaches down and touches my brain with inspiration for a name (and while He's at it, I'd REALLY like him to give me the ability to control the rain. I've had enough.)
Todd and I are playing hooky on Fridee and going to the beach (really just him playing hooky, I have off.) Get ready for bathing suit pics of me...and stories of Mack and Manco's. How better to celebrate Good Friday than with sunshine and pizza.
Jake the Snake is coming home- say some prayers he behaves himself and doesn't need to take a THIRD ambulance ride- also friends, in lieu of those events, I'm infant CPR certified so rest assured when you leave your brood with me- they're in good hands.
Game at Immaculata today. In the rain.
With knees or feet up in my ribs, Fancy feels a little bit more like a Thanksgiving Turkey- ick.
I'm starting to get uncomfortable- and I'm trying to remain optimistic. But it's getting pretty tough. Yesterday I spent about 30 minutes organizing all of our baby goods and I was out of breath with a VERY sore back by the end of it. I'm not one to ask for help or complain but it's pretty funny- Todd's starting to give me the hairy stink eye when he thinks I'm going to try and rearrange some furniture or move things around. I'm concerned he's going to shoot me with a horse tranquilizer if I don't settle down... I'm trying to be good too- he said on Saturday night he'd take the laundry basket downstairs for me. I saw this morning that it was finally done (thanks to me pushing it in the way of the staircase so he'd notice it.)
I also canceled my yoga class for the first time last night. I don't feel bad- just a little iffy and this isn't some run of the mill leg cramp that I would usually just push through...I feel like such an adult... blerch. To balance that feeling out, Todd and I had some of our left overs for dinner- I made TWO kielbasa and cheese trays for the shower- so we had that for dinner. We're basically swimming in cheese.
I realized last night while organizing baby stuffs that I should've taken pictures of the house before the shower...since it would be the LAST time my house would be clean and free of children clutter. Bitter sweet, eh? Awesome though. Everyday feels like Christmas waiting for Fancy Pants to join us.
Recently, I've been having a bit of name anxiety- I want this kid to have a cool name. This feeling was compounded when a friend of mine was all, "I can't wait to hear what you name this kid- you and Todd are so quirky it can't NOT be cool/unique/different." Eeek! Talk about pressure. We've previously decided on both a boy and girl name...but now I'm having second thoughts. No offense Ma, but I don't want something plain and tall like Sarah. Or a sofa king like Todd.
I hope the finger of God reaches down and touches my brain with inspiration for a name (and while He's at it, I'd REALLY like him to give me the ability to control the rain. I've had enough.)
Todd and I are playing hooky on Fridee and going to the beach (really just him playing hooky, I have off.) Get ready for bathing suit pics of me...and stories of Mack and Manco's. How better to celebrate Good Friday than with sunshine and pizza.
Jake the Snake is coming home- say some prayers he behaves himself and doesn't need to take a THIRD ambulance ride- also friends, in lieu of those events, I'm infant CPR certified so rest assured when you leave your brood with me- they're in good hands.
Game at Immaculata today. In the rain.
Comments
An old lady thought if I ever had one.
i dont think you need to have a quirky name because you guys are weird beards yourselves. But I like that you're not sharing. As soon as that kid pops out, whatever name you picked will just work.
Hope it turns out to be Bob. Cuz you know what Bob spelled backwards is? Stinky.