A collection of random thoughts and events before baby #3 gets here:
- Evie loves singing ‘zippity do dah’, but cant quite make out the ‘Z’ so instead runs around the house singing ‘lippity do dah’
- I cant wait to burn all my maternity clothes. I hate everything I wear every day, but refuse to spend money on clothes while pregnant because its not like i feel good in anything anyway. I feel like I am wearing a ridiculous costume every day and can barely take myself seriously when I look in the mirror.
- Every once in a while, I lay down with Wil during his ‘quiet time’ and in even rarer occasions, we both actually fall asleep. I absolutely cherish these moments when I wake-up next to my sweet boy and we get a few minutes to snuggle before getting up for the afternoon. I’m guessing when #3 arrives, these occasions will disappear all together.
- I finally had a play-doh epiphany a few weeks ago. I used to be a nazi about mixing play-dohs. “DONT MIX THE COLORS”. But whyyyyyyyy? Why do I care?! Why do I spend some much energy making sure the precious play-doh colors remain separate. We have been using the same 3 canisters of the same 3 colors for like a year! I had like 10 more colors on reserve in the laundry room. I gave up. I bought a new 24-pack of colors for like 15 bucks and we’ve been mixing colors ever since. I’ll buy more once its a uniform brown color. Everyone is happier.
- I wrote a blog post about how great Phil is but he wont let me post it. So just know that hes wonderful and we love him very much.
- I dont think its possible for me to get any bigger. I’m nearing a physical breaking point. But, as I thought more about it, thats exactly what 40-weeks gestation is, in an evolutionary sense: a breaking point. This is as far as the human body can possibly take a baby in utero without it killing us. I’m so there. Along those same lines – I really hope I go into labor in the morning, after a good nights sleep. I’m so tired. If I go into labor after like 5pm – just forget it. Just wheel me into the operating room – there is no way I’m going to have the energy to get this thing out of me.
- After talking about how there is no way to meet people at school – there have suddenly been a plethora of activities…..that I have no time or energy for. Seriously, in the last 2 weeks of my pregnancy, there has been a ‘Moms night out’, a before-school moms breakfast, a classmates birthday party, and a field trip. I have attended zero of these events. I bummed – but also know my limits and know that I can not push myself right now. There are too many other things to take care of at the moment.
- Wil understands the difference between ‘quiet’ and ‘silence’. So if hes being really loud and obnoxious and I ask him to please be quiet – hes only the slightest bit quieter. So when I really need the noise to stop I have to say ‘Silence, Wil!’. Which is just a ridiculous thing to have to say. “SILENCE”. I catch myself saying it and wonder how on earth I got to this point in my life where I’m needing to yell SILENCE multiple times a day.
- Evie is the anti-cuddler. One morning she woke up particularly early and I didnt have the energy to try to sing her songs and get her back to sleep like a normal middle of the night waking – so I just said – “do you want to come sleep in mommy’s bed” (which we usually dont do to avoid it becoming habit-forming). But instead – she just said “No, I’ll lay back down”. HA. after all the energy I have spent trying to get that girl to go to sleep – all I had to do was suggest she come cuddle with me in my bed. Go figure.
- Wil was drawing today and we asked him what it was and he said ‘turtle poop. turtle poop is yellow’. so I said, ‘oh really? did you learn that at school?’ and he responded ‘no, i just know it’. (and now my search history has a google image search of turtle poop).
So there you have it. Thats life these days, and its about to get turned upside down. We’re just trying to make it down the home stretch. My mom came to stay with me while Phil was on a work trip (in Baltimore). Luckily, I did not go into labor while he was away, but my body is definitely going down hill. Phil comes home everyday and immediately takes the kids to the playground by himself for an hour or so, and I rest in the tub or on the couch. (PS – Phil is a connoisseur of playgrounds. He finds them while running with Barney in the morning, and has a new one practically every day for the kids. They LOVE it when daddy gets home.) I have handed off my projects at work and am really looking forward to putting an automated ‘maternity leave’ email response up. Things are mostly in place for #3 around here. We’re ready when he is!
Here are a few leftover pictures of our fall so far:
Woznation 
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