As Time Goes By

We were doing a super good job taking baby belly pictures every week....until we hit the late twenties.  Ack!  It's still getting bigger though, don't worry.  Andy my lungs are getting smaller, and my stomach too.  I'm pretty sure the little guy has officially wedged himself into the position he'll be occupying for the remainder of our time as one unit.**  If that's the case we'll schedule a birth day for him as soon as I get back from Vacation.  Which is starting this weekend.  *sigh*  I definitely need some beach time.  And little guy is looking forward to his first tan.  

**This whole pregnancy thing is weirdo.  Also, kind of parasitic.  A few weeks ago I was talking to Steve and went to say that the babe and I have a symbiotic relationship since we're attached and all.  But really, He's just taking what he needs, and I keep giving, and he keeps growing and taking.  And I'm okay with that set-up.  I'm just glad it's not the kind of parasitic relationship where the parasite sucks the very life out of the host.  Although I don't think he feels breathing is a necessity for me anymore.  (And all you out there, don't be cheesy and tell me it's symbiotic because he's giving me love and warm fuzzy feelings.  That doesn't count for this analogy.  :-P  )

Things I Love...

1. BBC Pride and Prejudice.  Seriously.  A lot.  Tons and tons.  And I love it more every single time I watch it.
2. My belly.  Even when I whine about it being all big.  It moves of it's own accord.  Which is weird.  And lovely.  
3. The Beach.  I'll be there in a week.  *Sigh*
4. Ice cream.  I want sweets.
5. Baby laundry.  I'm sure it will get old, but right now it's cute.
6. Steve.  He lets me get my Christmas gift from him whenever I find something that I truly want.  Last year it was Uggs in late October.  (Although he kept them hidden until late November.)  This year it was and awesome, handmade diaper bag in late August.  Whoa.  That was early spending. (Although he'll keep it from me until baby comes.)

Not Ready :: Ready

I'm wearing yoga pants and a big long sleeve shirt.  I'm not ready for this weather.  Move?

Also, I go on vacation in eight days!  Woot woot!  I am ready for that.  I plan on having a car seat installed in my car by then, just in case.  And I know that the closest hospital to our beach house is a mere nine miles away.  And I'm going to be sitting on the beach.  And reading.  And sitting.  And eating.  *Sigh*  I told my Dad that I was bummed because my baby bulge prevents me from laying on my belly and reading.  Which is one of my favorite things at the beach.  (Woe is me, I know.  I'll have to sit and read.)  Then I was struck with a perfect solution: dig a belly sized hole in the sand.  Ta da!  He laughed his old man laugh for a full three minutes when I told him that was my plan.  He's begging for photographic evidence.  Which means I might actually have to do it, what a daughter won't do to please her Papa.