We played games.
|Melted candy bar poop.|
|All of his bath stuff revolves around ducks.|
|People were very generous.|
|It says, "Baby Boy!"|
Along with finally being in nesting mode my 34th week has brought my first encounter with a complete stranger touching my stomach. For those of you that may not know it: I have a bubble. Mr. Mitchell thought I was the most prickly person in the world the first 6 months he knew me because I don't just let people touch me. I had been dreading the belly rub from complete strangers, but this one wasn't too bad. I was walking to the mailbox and I passed a group of kids playing. One boy, about 4 or 5, stuck out his arm and patted my stomach as I walked by them.
"Are you pregnant?"
"Yes, I am."
"How many months are you?"
And that was the end. There was no weird rubbing or questions about things that are nobody's business but mine, Mr. Mitchell's, and the doc's.
I'm starting to frequently have celebrity dreams.
Some of them are less pleasant than others.
|She followed me everywhere yelling, |
"I had sex before I was a snowman!"
Most are hilarious.
|He was my beauty consultant/butler. I'm guessing |
it was a mix inspired by Miss Congeniality and The Dark Knight Rises.
My family and friends have been asking for a recent picture, and so I finally took one where I'm dressed and ready to go.
|I'm 34 weeks.|
I measured 37 cm. long at my last appointment.
Overall, things are good and I'm enjoying getting ready for this baby to come.