week thirty-one

We’re in the single digits now and time is flying.

Flying I tell you. Because, seriously, we’re going to have a baby in nine weeks? Get the hell out!

Not that I didn’t know we’d one day be this close. But being at the beginning of a pregnancy and seeing months of gestating still ahead of you is completely different from working on birth plans, touring hospitals and looking at crib mattresses because OHMYGOD there is going to be a baby here soon.

We made it through Christmas in one piece. Although for a few minutes there I was a little worried and started having scary preterm labor flashbacks. Methinks too much excitement on Christmas Eve + a very tired mama x lower back pain from hell = those kind of Braxton Hicks that are so much like real contractions, you’ve almost got yourself convinced that’s what they are.

But baby is still firmly in place and baking away. Dr Castillo confirmed it this week and so did the ultrasound tech. Because after reminding the good ol’ doc about pre-term labor issues with Kaleb she wrote up the order for an ultrasound. More baby pictures? Yes please!

Baby is of course looking fine and dandy and did quite a bit of performing for us today. And it was confirmed (again) that in addition to being an exhibitionist, Baby is indeed a boy. Go Team Blue! I’m glad because while a girl would be fun too, having to go back to the drawing board and come up with a girl name would probably be the death of my sanity.

The cravings this week have been all over the place. Junk food, fresh fruit, Roy Rogers, milk. Pure crazy because craving milk is just…weird.

A couple of nights ago, I dragged Kaleb out in the cold to do a fresh produce run at the grocery store. Blueberries and grapes. Tasty, tasty, tasty.

Something happens when Harry isn’t shopping with us. We had a little hand basket stocked with fresh fruit but we got waylaid while trying to get to the register. The chip aisle was calling me. So I answered. Because nothing says yum like blueberries and spicy nacho Doritos, right?

While scanning the aisle for artificial cheesy goodness, I saw a little boy not much younger than Kaleb. Cute kid. But he was standing there with this weird slack-jawed look of horror. Weird, but whatever. I was getting my chips then we were leaving.

But the little boy kept staring. And I realized he was staring at me. Or at my very swollen and (unbeknownst to me) exposed belly. At some point while reaching above my head to grab the bag of chips off the top shelf, my shirt rolled up without me noticing.

*shrugs* Whatever. I had my chips. I horrified a child. My work for the day was done.

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