Hard sleeps + sweaty-sticky-uppy-hair + chubby arms = bliss.

"I realize it is a little too soon to be talking about this, but..."

This was what Evan started to say to me on our walk last night. At which point my uterus gave a yelp, ran, and hid.

Then he finished his thought, which was only about childcare options. Or something.

Not about more kids. Not like I thought that's where he was going or anything..

Mah Hero!

BIG shout-out to Supergirl (aka "Bibi", "Chocolatey Claire", "Mom") for getting LJB to take not one but TWO naps in his crib today!!!

(and believe it or not, this is the least slutty image of Supergirl that I could find on Google...)

here we go...

Well, my kid sure is cute. One question though... should I have been required to pass a written exam or do a baby internship or something? Because right now I do not think I would not have passed that class...

Sorry little Levi.. we'll learn together!

So. An update.

Due date has come and gone, I am puffy and crabby with a ton of amniotic fluid, and am subsequently working from home, anticipating a water break gush by sitting on a pee pad like an unhousebroken chihuahua.

So we'll go ahead and create a "TMI" label now, as I'm sure it will be used again very soon...

I would like to thank the masses for telling me that I am "all baby" and that the 50+ pounds I've gained are only in my belly.

Therefore, it is with deep regret that I inform you that I have just discovered my first stretch marks. Massive angry streaks... on my butt.

So maybe I have been "sure do liking" pancakes a little too much...

Dear Kid:

Ready when you are. Really. I'm tired of running to google every time I may have a "pre labor" symptom. Who knew a loose poop could make me so excited?