Chugga chugga chugga chugga…

So. I will be 41 weeks tomorrow. Yes, I know it’s really not a big deal, yes, I know “full term pregnancy” is anywhere between 38 and 42 weeks, okay, okay, I know!! But I’m tired and hot and sore and ready to be done, and so ready to meet our little bundle of joy!

I saw my midwife on Tuesday for our normal check-up. She is one of the sweetest women ever, and I’m really happy to be working with her… but why does it always seem to be that when you’re cranky, a person feels the need to ask you 8 times how you’re feeling? I finally told her that I had come to a conclusion. “I’m not actually pregnant,” I said. “No baby is going to come out of me, I’m just fat, and I’m going to be stuck this way forever.”

She and her colleague thought that this was quite amusing.

I’ve heard that during labor there comes a point where the rational part of the woman’s mind just shuts down and she is driven by the more primitive part, just doing what it takes to get the baby out. I’m not in labor yet, but I’m pretty sure I’ve checked out of the rational department, as you may or may not be able to tell by this post.

I am a space cadet.

The Half-Baked Cupcake…

…Is now fully baked. The new water-heater is in and happily pumping out hot water. The pool is going to be taken for a test-run today. The car seat will be installed imminently. The last baby-shower is on Sunday.

Hopefully I’m not forgetting anything.

My adventure so far…

by the Mall Diva

Alright, so now that I’m retired, I have oodles and gobs of time! I could lay down my life’s story right here for you to read! Actually, my dad’s already done a pretty good job of that, so maybe I’ll just write about my experiences over the last several months…

Oh, and yes, I am retired.  My beauty career was just about four years long, and was cut maybe a bit short last Saturday to make room for my new career. Mommyhood. Mine will be a very active retirement.

So settle in, because this is going to be a long one. But then, it’s been a long time.

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An offer they couldn’t refuse

by the Night Writer

Does anyone else remember seeing Luca Brasi at the wedding last May?

I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your home on the wedding day of your daughter. And may their first child be a masculine child.

So be it. The grandparents-to-be, parents-to-be and Auntie Ninja squeezed into the ultrasound room yesterday for the first glimpse at the next generation: Benjamin West Worley.

Boy. Oh boy. And quite a looker, too. He gets that from his grandpa.