June 23rd, 2008

Well, we've gone from this:


to this:

when your clothes don't stretch, other things do

Well, 39 weeks today. I'm about to start getting REALLY ready. It's hot outside and I'm craving some raw, raw sushi.

Also, despite what I was expecting, I have gone through this entire pregnancy without any stretch marks at all . . . until last Tuesday. I'm THIS CLOSE TO THE END and now they show up?! Come on, dude. We are not amused. They're really not bad all; it's just the timing of it.

Overall, it hasn't been a bad pregnancy at all. I'd just rather have her here now. I'm not going to miss being pregnant.

bad reception

Apparently I am not in tune with my inner moon goddess. Ahh well. I guess I should just hope that I am in tune with my due date! Only a week and a half, yo!

lunacy

"It is the very error of the moon,
She comes more near the earth than she was wont,
And makes men mad"

-William Shakespeare, Othello

Ahh, yes, there is a full moon tomorrow (12:31 p.m. central time, to be exact) and we all know the full moon can fill up ER waiting rooms, the back seats of cop cars, and Labor and Delivery beds. I do hope I am in tune with the lunar goddesses.

Overall, I am still feeling pretty good. I'm as ready as I think I'm going to get, but I'm not going bonkers. Going to work helps with that, I think. I might sing a different tune if it gets to, say, July and she still isn't here yet. Then I might consider the horrid castor oil.

Renton the cat seems more nervous and paces around even now. He senses it and is not amused.

the end is nigh

Ahh, June is here! Now we really are getting close.

I think The Husband and I are as prepared as two naive parents-to-be can be. Everything's ready at the house minus a few odds and ends. I think there will always be odds and ends. Now I'm just ready to get this show on the road. It's about time for a rare steak and a good sleep on my stomach.

It's also starting to get really freakin' hot outside. Summer is here and it makes me sweat profusely. Just yesterday my feet were attacked by a horde of vicious, bloodthirsty mosquitoes. It was the longest drive back to my office where the sweet, sweet Cortizone cream lived.

Right now it's a race to see what lasts longer: this pregnancy or my maternity clothes. It's going down to the home stretch! (get it??)