Dallas had a birthday! The girls got it in their head that we needed to play musical chairs to celebrate, so we did. Good thing too since Spencer looks like he’s having the time of his life:
After our rousing game of musical chairs, Dallas opened his presents:
A movie and candy. We really go all out for birthdays around here:
Then we had a little Oreo pie to end the party:
I suppose it’s time for another pregnancy picture.
(This picture was taken about a month ago, hence the reason Nutcracker is in it with me. We took more current pictures but they got lost somehow and I don’t know when (if) I’ll get around to taking more, so this is the best you get. The sign that I’m holding that you can’t really read says I’m 30 weeks along.)
I’m due March 7…but I could potentially have this baby in February which is next month! Hurray!
(I know, I know. I shouldn’t get my hopes up about delivering early. I try to tell my hopes that, but they just won’t listen!)
I really want to have my baby mostly so I can, well, have a new baby but also because I’d love to no longer be pregnant…mostly because being pregnant is uncomfortable but also because I sort of look like a freak of nature when I’m pregnant. I understand this. I’ve come to terms with this, but other people haven’t as is evidenced by their comments.
Examples? Here you go:
At least weekly:
Someone: “Oh my goodness! Look at you! You look like you have a ball under your shirt!”
Me: “Yes.”
Someone: “No, I mean, it really looks like a ball!”
Me: “Yeah. I know.”
Someone: “No, I mean, it’s like someone literally just shoved a basketball under your shirt! That’s exactly what it looks like!”
Me: “Yeah, got it. Thanks.”
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My family at Christmas: “Ha ha ha ha! Look at you! Ha ha ha ha!”
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Brooke and Caroline were discussing Santa. I overhear this:
Caroline: “I think Mom’s trying to be like Santa because her tummy is just getting so big!”
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My family (continued): “Ha ha ha! Can I…ha ha ha…take…ha ha ha…a picture? Ha ha ha!”
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I was at church and I noticed a little girl eying my midsection.
Girl: “Are you pregnant?”
Me: “Yes.”
Girl: “Oh! Are you having twins?”
Me: “No…”
Girl (whispering with a satisfied smile as if we were sharing a secret): “Oh…triplets!”
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My family (continued): “Ha ha ha! Did Dallas’s family…ha ha ha…think your belly was this funny?”
Me: “Well, probably, but they had enough sense to keep their comments to themselves.”
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At least weekly:
Someone: “Look at you! You must be getting close! When are you due?”
Me: “March.”
Someone: “Oh. That’s…still…a ways away.”
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My family (continued): No more coherent words. Just cackling.
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Now maybe you understand better why I’m extra antsy to have this baby. It’s a lot more fun to hear how cute my newborn is as opposed to how strange my tummy looks.
