New Pics

The parents wanted a pic of both of us while I'm still pregnant - this was quite an ordeal, trying to get Luke to smile right. This was the best one, and half of his hair is cut off. Oh well.

39 weeks

Me and Chef Naomi at an art gallery downtown, where I helped her set up some chocolate showpieces for SXSW. Notice I'm wearing an old chefs coat from culinary school - it's a bit more snug than it used to be!

I've been trying to stay busy while I wait for this baby to make her debut, but it's been hard. I let Luke take the car most days, so I sit at home twiddling my thumbs. Thankfully I've been able to get together with a friend a couple times this week and hang out with her and her cutie kiddos. I'd post a pic from our time at the park, except I don't look pregnant - just ENORMOUSLY fat. It's quite awful. Pics should not be taken of me sitting down.

39 Weeks

I officially have one more week until my due date. I am bored beyond belief, sitting at home. There is only so much you can clean in one house, and there is only so much laundry in the world. I can only walk around the neighborhood for so long before my back starts aching to the point of not being able to take another step. She sits on my bladder constantly, or hits the nerves in my lower pelvis, making me quite uncomfortable. I have played Pyramids (a card game on Yahoo) for the past week, hours a day. I have gone through old Puzzle books. I am watching CSI Miami on Netflix, which has to be the cheesiest of all CSI shows. I cook. And freeze what I cook. I bake. And freeze that. I throw stuff away. And organize. And reorganize. And mess up the house just to organize it again. I try not to call family too much, because they all panic when they see my number on their caller ID.

She's so cute though, moving around in my belly, trying to stretch out. Poor girl - there just isn't enough room! Thankfully there is an end in sight, even if I don't know when that will be. I can't be pregnant forever. I hope.

38 Week Belly Pic

Me with my parents, at Pappasito's of course.

Sigh

Week 38 finds me quite uncomfortable, bored, and grumpy. I'm officially done with work, and I enjoyed the first couple days off, but now I'm itching for something to do. It's just been the crappiest week ever. This baby needs to come now to bring me some happy.

Baby Update

I'm a little over 37 weeks at this point, and had my latest doctor appointment this morning. I've made good progress since last week. I'm now at 1 cm and 70% effaced (how thin my cervix is becoming). She's predicting she'll see me at my regular appointment next week though, so that means I've got to figure out how to spend the next week of free time! Tomorrow is my last day of work, which means I'll be bored and trying every trick in the book to encourage our baby to come on out. I know, I know, I should be enjoying these last couple weeks of "freedom", but really, how free can a girl be when she has to have constant access to a toilet? I've had 8 1/2 months to enjoy my free time, although I didn't get much of that due to work. I'm just ready to meet and hold and love on my daughter.

Things That Make Me Happy Today

Cupcakes:
moist. delicious. real buttercream. all natural. locally made.
the way cake should be.

New jewelry:
swollen fingers. something new and pretty. and very fake.

And most of all, her:
tiny. precious. a blessing. my daughter.