75 days

That's right...75 days to go. The baby is moving more than ever before and loves to keep me up at night with his kung fu kicks. On the positive side, I can now rest a bowl of food on my belly while sitting in the recliner :)

Green Acres

93 days

93 days to go until my due date. Almost there? Sure why not. I'm having a boy, which is a bit difficult to wrap my head around. I always pictured Navarre with a sister, and they would fight until one day they just became best friends. Isn't that how sisters work? That's how Nicole and I worked.....Anyway, now her little brother is going to look really funny in all these twirly, whirly dresses Navarre insists on wearing - and seriously is going to have to toughen up with a name like Ruby.

I'm trying to enjoy the time with Navarre before the baby comes. Her world will be forever different in 93 - give or take - days. I went to swimming last night to watch her in the pool. I can't believe she can touch the bottom in the shallow. That absolutely blows my mind. Enjoy the videos...and as explained to my family, I'm an idiot who can't remember that the video function on my camera does not allow me to turn the camera vertical and rotate the video on the computer (why not?? why hasn't canon figured that out?). So, either get sideways drunk and watch the videos - or tilt your head.

Damn you, sinuses

I hate being sick. More than that, I hate being sick when pregnant. I want this gigantic elephant that has parked itself on top of my face to take a flying leap. I want the hacking cough to move out. I want to have enough energy to keep up with Navarre - ok, even healthy that's hard to do, but this is absurd.

WTF

Although Jamie has taken good care of me while I'm sick, sometimes I just have to look at him and go "WTF?"

He's so ridiculous some times....