1 More Month

Due date is August 20th, so today marks one month.
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.)