It’s like I totally disappear from cyberspace over the weekend…because…mostly…I do.
I really have no idea how a weekend of “no plans” turns into a weekend full of activity but inevitably, it does.
Somewhere amongst the solo Christmas shopping – Tim went his way, I went mine and cutty-pastey project and whatever else it was that took up the entire weekend, we did manage a bump update photo shoot (that takes all of five seconds, truth be told):
Compare this to the last shirt on bump shot at 28 weeks…and I’m telling you people…my belly is growing BY THE DAY.
Tim texted me on Thursday, my official “new pregnancy week” day all, “Happy nine weeks left!”
We’re in the single digit weeks.
How did this happen so….fast?
In the back of my mind, part of me is like, “Baby sprout, technically, could come at any point…especially once we hit 37 weeks…and I’m already 31 weeks plus…….” It really sets you into a tailspin because AM I READY FOR THIS?!
I have no choice.
Baby sprout is coming out one way or another.
His movements have gotten even stronger – how this is possible, I have no idea – and Tim gets a kick out of putting his hands on my belly and feeling an appendage poke out underneath the palm of his hand. It is the weirdest sensation, both inside and out. My stomach morphs depending on where baby sprout is and how he is laying. I can’t even describe the sensation other than to say it legit is like an alien-in-my-bellah-made-for-tv-movie experience.
I have a doctor’s appointment this afternoon…which I’m slightly dreading and slightly excited about. I’m positive that my ass and thighs are growing at the same rate as my belly. It doesn’t even matter how many times I visit the elliptical or take the dogs for a walk or attend BodyPump.
They’re still growing.
It’s not like the doctor measures my ass or anything…anyway…I will say that the pharmacist, who is also preggo and due a few weeks after me, told me the other day that I looked tiny for being 31 weeks AND looked like I was a runner.
Quadruple bonus points for her.
(You probably already knew this happened if you followed me on Twitter…)
I’m excited because we’re going out to dinner (yay!) and then to Pottery Barn for our annual purchase of a Christmas ornament.
We usually buy balls…
(that didn’t exactly come out the way I intended)
So…moving on…because there is something I HAVE TO BRAG ABOUT.
And do they not look perfect in the sprout’s nursery?!
(Before you ask, YES. Tim busted out the big level, the little level, the measuring tape and a pencil)
And guess which crafty chick created these freaking adorable safari animals?
(Seriously…I should really go into business doing…something…)
I stole the idea from Pottery Barn (just like we stole the white stripe plus stitching)
A Sunday project that took me freaking forever (five hours) but was worth every second!
While I was doing the cutty-pastey, Tim was wrapping the sprout’s Christmas presents.
Yes, you definitely read that correctly: The Sprout.
And dude is racking up!
There are somewhere around 14 gifts wrapped and around (I’d say “under” but they don’t exactly fit) the tree of varying shapes and sizes. The scale of gifts between the sprout and Tim and I is comical.
almost more excited to open those than we are the gifts Tim and I bought each other.
I have a feeling this is what the foreseeable future will look like come holiday time.
Happy Monday!!…not really but…I mean…is anyone even out there…reading this?
Sometimes I feel like I’m writing to….myself…mostly…and my few loyal bloggy friends…I wouldn’t ever count you chicas out!