Due date is August 20th, so today marks one month.
And, here it is. The belly. It looks even bigger in person.
And, here it is. The belly. It looks even bigger in person.
I'm hurtin'. I have some pulled muscle on my inner thigh and it really hurts to walk, which is fun. Sleeping is not the greatest, but not horrible...yet. I wouldn't mind a week early arrival, but I'm guessing it could be more like a week late.
We started 'Preparing for Childbirth' classes this week (mostly to meet other expectant couples) and I was the only one to laugh during the video where the wife is in a compromising position and the husband is behind her (on her hospital bed on his knees) rubbing her back profusely and really just getting in the way.
A middle-aged guy at Home Depot asked if I was having a boy. Because 'you're carrying high'. Then his friend pointed to his gut and said "he's having a boy too". He's the third person to ask that...nobody's guessed girl....maybe there's something to this 'the way you're carrying' business.
I found a book of baby/kid photos of Art his mom gave me when I was in Houston and I was glad because I wanted to see what he looked like as a babe.
He was cute.
Apparently he found a way to climb out of his crib at a really young age and they never found out how.
(He was a good rock climber later in life. I was not. I probably never even tried to scale those bars...just sat back with a bottle admiring my crib linens.)
As his hair grew, he got those wondey curls I love.
I was one of those babies that looks nothing like my adult self.
Serious hair. Serious chunk of a newborn.
I loved that doll and koala.
So, we'll see what Alexander has picked from the gene pool.
I am workin' on the nursery...and loving doing it.
A tiny little preview:
(and, it most likely won't be as good as my sister's so lower your expectations please. danke.)