For the first time this week, Daddy P and I watched Baby G do the wave (by herself, surrounded by fluid and grossness, through my stomach). It was at once fascinating and totally disgusting. Since then I find myself caught up in the new hobby of stomach-watching. I will just sit for minutes on end staring at my stomach, hoping to catch her moving around.
Meanwhile, my folks flew out here this weekend to help us pack. At first, I thought this was a truly nice gesture. Now I realize that we were saved by these people and owe them a grandchild. Oh wait -- done. Perfect timing. There is no way that 29 weeks pregnant Mamacita and still-one-handed Daddy P could have done this in less than two weeks of solid packing. My stamina this week took a nasty turn, and I have suddenly found it hard to bend over and pick things up. This is a very disturbing development if you ask me. Last week -- I swear, just last week -- I was nimble and agile, and able to do just about anything that needed doing. Now? When I bend over to pick something up I have to do this plie/squat thing or else my head fills with blood and I feel like my stomach and head will explode simultaneously. This baby's getting too big. Maybe she's ready to come out.
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She is absolutely not ready to come out! I can't wait to see her alien like movements. We have been looking forward to this moment for a long time, oh wait am I projecting? AAAH it's official you are coming home and soon!
and one plie! and two plie! bending bad! =) your post made me laugh. do you guys have and eta and address for texas? I have a small tower of things i've been jonesing to send you but have held off on since i'm not sure where you're landing.
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