OHMYGOD. Week 30? For reals? Things have been getting checked off the list, though. Pediatrician selected (mine from when I was a kid). Birth preparation classes start on Tuesday night. We picked up an ok enough changing table/dresser from Craigslist. The registry is complete (you can search on thebump.com for me and send me anonymous gifts - that's totally cool). Childcare arrangements are in the works. From now through the end of month eight, I've got to go to the doc every two weeks. Why? I dunno. But on Friday, I had to go in for my glucose screening. Here's hoping I don't have gestational diabetes, which surely I do considering the amount of sugar I've consumed. I'm super into fruit right now. Grapes, melons, apples, strawberries, blueberries. More! I want more! Now! But it's snowing and I'm too lazy. Right, so here's a fictional depiction of me and spawn when we learn we're diabetes free next week:
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In the meantime, I'm still feeling pretty good and am still not popping out like I'd thought I'd be by now, but lazier than usual, which is really freaking lazy. K and I have managed nothing but extreme couch sitting and Netflix viewing this weekend. We watched all of Californication (boobs much?) season one and all of Dexter season one. I suppose we should be out busting a move, partying it up, livin' la vida loca pre-bambino, but we're just so tired from being lazy.
2 comments:
Glad to hear you're doing well, B. Because you're all full of baby and stuff, I'll forgive you for using the same Andy Samberg picture I've used previously in my blog. Yeah, it's pretty much copyrighted to me now. But I'll let it slide. Knocked up jerk.
my apologies. it's a rad picture and even radder since you found it first.
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