Merry Christmas and No Baby Yet!

My hopes for a Christmas baby have been dashed! It's now the day after and I don't see my girl coming out any time soon. Of course, I am still only 36 1/2 weeks, but stranger things have happened. I was hoping she'd come while family was in town and I could bribe them to extend their stay for a few days...or weeks...or months. We've been watching Bringing Home Baby on TLC and damn! Taking care of a newborn looks really hard! They are so tiny and fragile and what if their blanket gets up in their face and smothers them and what if they cry and cry for no reason and oh my god they have to be watched all the time and GAAHHHH! I should stop watching that show.

And now, for your viewing pleasure, the last (hopefully) of my belly shots:





Okay, the second one is a little 'pregnant woman racy', but I thought it might be a nice one for Kirk. If I ever actually get around to printing any of the pictures out. I'm about as good at that as I am at updating my blog.

I'm really having a tough time believing I will actually have a baby soon. I think I've put the whole birth thing and first few weeks of having a newborn out of my head. I tend to think, 'well, in a few weeks I won't be pregnant anymore!' and then my imagination kind of jumps ahead a few years to when I have an adorable toddler who I can take to the zoo. Those in between times haven't really registered. Though I'm sure they'll be consistently delightful. Especially the birth.

So that's it! Just playing the waiting game now. Hopefully my next post will contain a beautiful picture of our daughter!

I'm Bored and Fat

That title pretty much sums 'er up. I feel like a big, tired blob who does nothing. Sundays are the worst. I can't muster the energy to shower or get dressed, so I spend my day in crappy sweats, hoping no one comes to the door and sees me in my greasy-faced, lank-haired, stained sweatshirt glory. I think I slept at least half of the day yesterday. I am a slug.

Does every woman this close to her due date feel like such a sloth? I don't think I've gotten overly big (compared to some belly pictures I've seen on the Internet--YIKES!), yet I feel so ungainly, awkward and icky. I am sick of every single piece of maternity clothing I own. If I never again wear a pair of stretchy gauchos after this pregnancy, it will be too soon. I am down to one bra because I inexplicably broke my other one while I was putting it on the other day. The one remaining has something inherently wrong with it that causes it to jump about mid-boob every time I move. Yet my pride will not let me go spend money on a piece of clothing that very likely won't fit in a few weeks.

And the fatigue! Where did this come from? I didn't get that tired in the first trimester, but I think that's just because the Pregnancy Gods felt so sorry for me and my morning sickness that they gave me a pass on that one. Well, they're making up for it now. I could nap at any time, day or night, and I REALLY want to. All the time.

But enough of my bitching! I am almost done with this pregnancy and will have a baby soon!! I mean, technically, I will be full term in only 2 1/2 weeks. 2 1/2 weeks, people!!!

So you may be wondering how my book reading extravaganza is coming? Okay, you're probably not wondering, but I feel I should do an update anyway. I have read nine books since I set the goal of reading 25 before I give birth. Obviously, I'm not going to hit my goal. But I've read some good ones. I think the last one I mentioned was Bel Canto by Ann Patchett (VERY good). Since then, I've read The Keeper by Sarah Langan (weird horror-type book--don't bother), Broken for You (I can't remember the author, but this book is worth reading: funny and said), The Mephisto Club by Tess Gerritsen (very good) and The Fourth Bear by Jasper Fforde (I highly recommend these Nursery Crimes book--the author is a genius).

So there's my Pregnancy Bitching and my book update. Now I am going to cozy up with the four magazines I got in the mail today (why do they always come at the same time??) and watch me some good television.