Wellllll…..I am still pregnant. Which is uncomfortable, but other wise fine.
I can’t say birthing is my favorite part of being a parent. My tendency to procrastinate unpleasant things has probably sent subsonconsious signals to this child, which are causing him/her to consider permenant residency in my womb. I am putting my foot down if the child starts picking out furniture though, mostly because I wouldn’t know how that would be possible.
Below is a picture from the front, just to give you a new bit of awkwardness. Here are my photo disclaimers:
#1. I don’t know how to take a non-grainy iphone photo in the mirror (someone please enlighten me)
#2. I wear regular pants in public (jeans) but change immediately to stretchy work out pants at home. All of my maternity pants fall down, (because the maternity fashion industry hates me) and no one needs to see that pregnancy blooper. It would be horrifying.
#3. The previously mentioned boxes with photos remain.
I’m just trying to instill confidence in every pregnant woman with that face. Also note I still wear my leopard print, mid-life-crisis shoes…even with my yoga pants. Help me…
And because I just can’t help myself, here is a side view (grainy again,) and the wall turned a weird color of green.
Remind me not to hold the baby belly from underneath…its…weird. Since you can’t really see my right arm, it kind of looks like I am just wearing my favorite maternity sash, with a buckle made of human fingers…
In other news, I have a large stack of papers, (kids papers, copies of bills, receipts, fan mail from the bored lady in Antarctica that reads my blog, etc.) that I need to file that I have been avoiding working on. I have a feeling that the baby isn’t going to come out until I do that. I was really hoping to use the birth of my child as an excuse to put that off longer. If pregnancy can’t get you out of work, then what is it good for?! 90% of the reason I became pregnant was so that I would not have to file those papers or move the box of pictures in my bedroom!
I am also now becoming suspicious that this baby might be a boy. My girls always came early, and I am currently 1 day past the due date. You failed me due date!!! We have a girls name chosen now, but not a boys name. I don’t like any of the boys name options. So, if its a boy, the name will be Mark’s fault.
In other news, Eli is preparing for the child by…
#1. Delicately feeding cabbage patch dolls LEGO food.
Got my finger in that shot. Rookie photographer. Also, in this picture, Eli strikes me as a prison gaurd pinning this child against a wall…”you WILL try these jelly donuts!”
#2. Getting the last few “Pots and Pan’s” band practices in…
They can hit it loud, but they will never hit it big. Never.
#3. Making leaf soup. Mmmmm.
Leaf soup takes a long time to make. Its a great babysitter…I mean activity.
AND #4. Adoring his beloved fly swatter.
My parents came into town to wait for the current occupant of my uterus to make an exit. While they are of course excited to meet their new grandchild , they will also be required to take care of the other minions when the grand exit does happen. That is the other 10% of the reason I got pregnant; when I am in labor at least I get to have a babysitter for my horde of children.
Today I used my father’s 70th birthday (which was on October 2nd) as an excuse to go eat the most delicious brunch in Wichita-land: Legend’s restaurant champagne brunch.
I wanted to take a picture of just my mom and dad, but because I married Mark Arnold, and because he knew that was my plan, it came out like this…
Before I leave you, I present to you a list of names we could use on our soon-to-be-born child; please feel free to vote for your favorite:
Eusebius Constantine (to ensure the child is not too popular)
MarJoerie Robert (my wonderful cousin Billy gets the credit here, he pointed out that “MarJoerie” would honor both my parents, Marge and Joe)
Sasafras Bosco (because you don’t hear enough folks using good ol western sounding names.)
Now here is the fun part: Of the six names listed above, one of the above names is being seriously advocated by my husband. Your mind is spinning, I know. Expect the unexpected, and if you feel so inclined you can try to guess which one it is.
Lastly, I leave you with this picture I tried to take of my exstatic children wishing my Dad a happy birthday.
The joy and excitement can hardly be contained. Someone calm this party down!
Hope you have a good week and it is more exciting than the children above had!