Mr. T told me the other day that it was time for a new belly picture.
Loose translation: "Dang girl, you're getting big!"
It's so true. I think I'm probably "normal" big, but there is really no other adjective to describe it. I am carting around a human after all.
We went to our birthing class at the hospital this past weekend and both learned quite a bit. For example, Mr. T thought that the painful part of labor was the big finish, not the contractions part. I'm glad we got that cleared up or he would have thought I was a huge drama queen for the majority of the delivery.
I learned that babies can't breath through their mouths until they are about 3 months old. How did I not know this!?! That's why Moms are so protective of their little ones and make you wash your hands before holding their newborn. They're not crazy, just informed. A nose cold for a little tyke can be bad news. So Mr. T and I have decided to invest in a hazmat suit for people to wear when they come to visit. Don't be offended if we hand you this to put on when you come over:

As my belly grows, so does my excitement and my nervousness. I'm not exactly sure how this little girl is going to get out! I ran some basic calculations the other day and determined that it's just not possible. It's not going to work. That's how I feel.
I suppose in about 6 more weeks we'll find out!
Loose translation: "Dang girl, you're getting big!"
It's so true. I think I'm probably "normal" big, but there is really no other adjective to describe it. I am carting around a human after all.
We went to our birthing class at the hospital this past weekend and both learned quite a bit. For example, Mr. T thought that the painful part of labor was the big finish, not the contractions part. I'm glad we got that cleared up or he would have thought I was a huge drama queen for the majority of the delivery.
I learned that babies can't breath through their mouths until they are about 3 months old. How did I not know this!?! That's why Moms are so protective of their little ones and make you wash your hands before holding their newborn. They're not crazy, just informed. A nose cold for a little tyke can be bad news. So Mr. T and I have decided to invest in a hazmat suit for people to wear when they come to visit. Don't be offended if we hand you this to put on when you come over:

As my belly grows, so does my excitement and my nervousness. I'm not exactly sure how this little girl is going to get out! I ran some basic calculations the other day and determined that it's just not possible. It's not going to work. That's how I feel.
I suppose in about 6 more weeks we'll find out!