38 weeks. I could pop any ol’ time, and yet the little bugger seems quite content where he is. Come out, son! We’ve got a welcoming committee waiting for you!
So this is it. One minute …

I believe the tot has dropped.
And when I say “dropped,” I mean “precipitously dropped.” Last night, in fact. There I was, minding my own bidness, sitting there making the bun announcements (a MASSIVE UNDERTAKING, I …

All I’m doing these days is bitching and wondering where the time went.*
*I suppose this is not strictly true. We’ve managed to get our Xmas cards printed and stamped, so that’s something. And I’m continuing …

Because I’m very tired of being pregnant (very, very tired), I’ve decided to get the bun’s young life off to a rollicking start by opening up the tables for bets. Why? Why not? So even …

…my subconscious should be ashamed.
I dreamed that my husband and I were surrounded by relatives we didn’t know very well, and that they all wanted to do different things. They were edgy and bored, and …

Last night I was looking through all these journal entries for photos to show a friend who wanted to see pictures of my rather round self. It was really something: in seven or eight months …

The cats are behaving a bit like confused siblings. The docile fat one has taken to whining all the time and personally accosting us for the weather being bad. It’s odd behavior to be sure. …

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I am officially running around* like a headless chicken because there’s SO LITTLE TIME!\
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*This is in fact impossible. I can’t really get up to more than a shuffling waddle at highest velocity. …

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Yesterday the hubs and I went in for one last ultrasound to see if all things were jake. The last time I went in, I was amazed at how big I was, at how formed …

I’ve hit the wall. I’m officially tired of being pregnant.
I know it’s not charitable of me, I know that I’m not being accepting and gracious about this whole “miracle of life” thing, but yesterday I …

We’re having a crib set up in the other room as we speak by two guys in their early twenties. Now the crib, surely, is a sign of impending fatherhood, but what’s cracking me up …

…should really call you back. I mean, Tydee Dydee diaper service ought to try and reach for those ducats with both hands by returning the calls made to them and offering their fine diapers for …

…or Babies R Us, which I guess is really the opposite of a sublime experience, but I went anyway. Bought loot. Bought so much loot, and now I have to figure out what to do …

At the childbirth class tonight, one of the women asked me how I slept. She was particularly interested because I look so gigantic compared to the other women, a fact I can only attribute …