(yes, I still have a thousand-year-old flip phone. Ghetto).
And one from the front, taken today:
And a dark, blurry one at 30 weeks, complete with scary devil eyes:
So anyhoo, I’m at 32 weeks now. 33 on Sunday to be exact. And the two questions I seem to be asked constantly are “how are you feeling?” and “are you ready?”
To the first question I can honestly say that I’m feeling pretty good. A bit of heartburn here and there, some swollen feet on hot days, and bending over is getting more and more difficult. But other than that things are normal.
The second question, however, elicits responses ranging from “no, but luckily we’ve still got some time” to “Oh my hell no. Now please hold me while I dissolve into a massive hormone-fueled anxiety attack.” Because at this point we seriously haven’t even bought the kid so much as a pack of diapers, and the room reserved for a nursery has only recently been emptied of its former contents. Plus I’m slacking on the hypnobirthing prep bigtime (mostly because I can’t listen to any of the CDs without falling asleep after about five minutes. Did you have that problem, Meg?)
But despite the anxiety created by my procrastination habit, being less than 8 weeks away from Baby Butch’s due date is also quite the thrill. One of the highlights so far was my first baby shower on Saturday, thrown by my fabulous girlfriends. It was so fun to spend time with some of my favorite people, including friends that I don’t see often enough, and I felt so overwhelmed by everyone’s generosity and good wishes. Of course I forgot to bring a camera, but luckily Megan’s iphone came to the rescue. We didn’t manage to get a pic of everyone that came but here is one of some of the girls that attended:
So that’s what’s up these days. Mike and I are both a little anxious about this change in our lives, yet so excited to meet this little person and see what he’s all about. I still can’t believe we’re actually going to be parents. It blows my mind on a regular basis.