37 Weeks

If you've never seen a full blown prego belly here's a little glimpse.  Sometimes even I can't believe there's a full grown baby in there.

Prego Vogue

Deliverance

When pregnancy makes you angry....

french fries may be the only thing that will help!

Happy Full Term

A week ago me and Jr. received a beautiful bouquet for making it to full-term!  Yes, I do have an awesome and handsome hubby.  Don't hate the player--hate the game.

Hairy What????

While at the bank the other day, we were helped by a fellow prego.  We began exchanging friendly banter about pregnancy when she asked me if I grew hair on my belly while pregnant.  "Well, no, not really," I said.  Then there was some awkward silence for a second.  Poor fellow prego!  I don't know what I'd do if I grew hair all over my belly while prego.  All I can say is pregnancy does a lot of weird stuff to a gal.

When It's Nice Out

Cute Baby

This photographer has taken some beautiful photos of infants.  I need to brush up on some photography tips before Jr. arrives.  You can see more from this artist on her blog here.

Schedulized

Me and Jr. are now on newborn baby schedule.  I get up every 3 hours to eat and use the bathroom.  Then it's back to sleep.  

I've also lost about half my memory.  I've been giving out the incorrect address for a couple days and didn't realize till the hubby pointed it out.  I also couldn't remember the name for 'coffee table' and resorted to calling it the 'middle console thing'.  There is actually a ton more funny things I've forgotten, but I've forgotten what they were.

Poor Jr.  If this behavior continues he'll have to explain in the future that he's the reason Edamummy is 'slow'.

Junk in the Trunk

 It's popular these days, for many reasons, to use cloth diapers.  There was really not discussion of whether we'd use cloth or disposable diapers, but we'll be using disposables.  I can just imagine myself--a new fatigued mom who is stressed and frazzled and still sporting skanky morning breath because I didn't have time to brush my own teeth before the baby needed feeding and changing--and while trying to dump my new Jr's dump in the toilet it falls on the floor because I couldn't balance the baby and the stinky cloth diaper.  Well I would just lose it!  So, yes, cloth diaper butts are way cuter and way better for the landfills, but disposable diaper butts are way better for mine and my family's sanity.  Bye bye cute colorful diaper butts.  Maybe now I'll have time to brush my teeth.

Recent Dr. Visit

At our last Dr.'s visit, Yo Han re-entered the room bringing me back some water.  I had been dying of thirst.  He had this goofy grin on his face that turned into laughter.  "What's funny?" I asked.  

He had thrown his lollipop stick into a trash bin in the hallway.  It wasn't until it had landed that he realized the "trash bin" was full to the top with some sort of blue liquid.  

When we laughingly and guiltily told the midwife she said it was no big deal---just where the doctors put tools to be disinfected.