Little Girl in the Neighborhood: So, are you having a boy or a girl?
Me: a girl
Girl: Didn't you only have boys before?
Me: Yep, so it should be fun.
Girl: Not for the girl.
Josh, on nursing: I know how it works. You feed the baby on one of these, and then when the milk is gone, you switch to the other side, and then they just keep on getting refills.
We have a zebra mask and tail. We have a lion mask and tail. We have no third animal costume. Today this was an issue. Josh and Noah had the costumes on, and Andrew was crying because he really wanted one. Noah tried to comfort him by suggesting in his sweetest voice, "Andrew, you can be the baby that loves animals."
Lately, I have been told several times every time I go out that I look like I'm about to pop. Hmm. I know I look large, but I hate the imagery of popping, and would prefer people ask when I'm due and/or ask how I'm feeling. If you have experienced this, how do you feel about it? Don't know why I feel so wierd about it. Maybe because babies are cooler than popping?
Exactly one week ago some friends of mine in the neighborhood threw me a baby shower. I didn't take pictures, but it was wonderful. So much fun to eat and chat and everyone was so kind. Now I feel like I owe everyone, big time. I feel really, really lucky to live here. So many awesome women, all in one place!