Dear Kid:

You'll be here in 5 weeks. Well, technically, according to the range of "normal" births with respect to due dates, you'll be here in 2-7 weeks. (two??!! oy.)

What do you look like? Do you have dark eyes and an ample bottom like both of your parents?

And do you like it when I tickle what I can only assume is your little butt, or is that little kick that follows a display of "my mom is so embarrassing" annoyance?

Also, did you know that your momma looks like a crazy person when she talks to you while she is driving?

"Nice" it forward (part II)...

So some mysterious stranger paid for the Daewoo's repairs last week. Out of nowhere. 100% paid. Yep, apparently that really happens sometimes. In Brentwood, no less!

(Nubira, it seems, was leaking/spilling/emitting something that was spilling/leaking/emitting onto something else, and creating a lovely mixture of carbon monoxide to be breathed in by the passengers. Don't ignore when your car smells "hot", folks.)

Evan was the one to call me with the news. After my initial "YAY!!", what was my reaction?

Was it "God has blessed us with a gift, which we should use to help others"? Sadly, no, although my good husband brought that to my attention later that day. (I swear... I so married up.)

Was it "ooooh! I has a secret admirer!!"? Hee hee... no. Although I do have this nice rack these days..

It was "Good heavens! What on EARTH was I wearing where I looked so poor and pitiful that some well-meaning stranger mistook me for a ragamuffin??"

I brought brownies and a thank-you note to the car shop the next day, and thanked my lucky stars that the kind stranger would never know the extent of my ridiculous paranoia.

Now, what to do with the extra $300 that didn't go to Rhea Little's Auto Shop. There is this village in Kenya that does need a water well...

Dear Kid:

I sure do love you.

See you next month.

love,
Mom

Like a bra for your belly...

You know, I had resolved to be one of those pregnant ladies who carries herself properly. No heaving or grunting. No over-sized tweety bird t-shirts. Don't put away the cute shoes. Certainly don't sacrifice your hair. Keep the underwear cute and tiny, even if the rest of the body grows.

And.

Screw it. Screw it all. The only rule I have not yet broken (oh please, no) is the tweety bird t-shirt. And the most recent addition to my pile of shame (which includes 2 pairs of shoes which I have worn every single day for the past 6 months, the geriatric arch supports that go IN the shoes, the humongo cotton panties, and the "good heavens- is that my grandmother's bra?")?

A belly belt. A bra. For your belly. A brelly. It is hideous. And I love it so much.

Highlights From This Week...

• We got a house.
• I clipped my toenails (seriously. reckoning with The Belly, this is a big dang deal.).
• Found out I am measuring 1 week ahead. Which means... unofficial October 13th due date??

The sad part is, I am equally excited about all three....

Onward, ever upward.

Well, folks, we knew this day would happen. I've.... I've...

I've gone up a panty size.

:hangs head:
:rests chin awkwardly on belly:

And these boobs! Having just gotten mine, I don't know how you people have handled them all these years! Did you know that you SWEAT under there?? and that going braless isn't nearly as cute?

Kid, c'mon, let's be reasonable here. You've got two more months to cook... you don't have to use your super powers to make everything huge now, do you? Let's work out some sort of installment plan..

Big 'uns

"You gots two, mebbe tree.. two or tree bebbies in dere!"
-Cute old Italian grocery bagger

"That's awfully high for a boy... and...what? OCTOBER?? Giiirl..."
-Cashier

"Well, you've just blossomed!"
-the M-I-L

"WHOA."
-Everyone.