26 weeks

And now you're as long as "an English hothouse cucumber." Why not a French one? Or a Spanish one? I have no idea--apparently those English ones are just the right size!

26 weeks. 14 to go. 10 more weeks of work for me.

Yeah, I am now starting to count down the weeks until my maternity leave. My other pregnant co-worker went on leave on Friday... and all I could think was, "Me next!" I love my job, I really do--but lately it has been stressful. And I've been finding myself incredibly distracted by thoughts of, well, you.

This week has been an interesting one. I thoroughly enjoyed having 2 full days to myself, despite missing Daddy and Bebe terribly and suffering through some rather uncomfortable heat and traffic... but I wonder if going away made things worse when returning to work and life. I started not to feel well on Sunday evening, and although I'm typing this feeling better than I did then, I don't feel 100% better. I can't even explain what's going on--just that I feel very spacey and lethargic. A trip to the doctor yielded me no answers and so I am just trying to take it easy and have faith that all will be OK.

Well, notice I said trying to take it easy. Do you know what I did for an hour and a half last night? I built a dresser. Okay, technically, half of a dresser... I built the frame, and tonight I will build the drawers. And then when it is assembled, I will start filling it--half with your things and half with Bebe's. I know you're probably wondering, "Why not just have daddy build it?" You'll learn when you're older, though, that Daddy is Mr. Touch-It-And-Break-It, and I thoroughly enjoy being Mrs. Fix-It.

14 more weeks to go... 3 months and 1 week... unbelievable.

FINALLY!

Finally I uploaded and edited my belly pictures! I've stuck them in where the belong. The only bummer is that the font isn't consistent with the first 19 weeks, because of our computer crash (we lost the font file). Oh well, maybe I'll go back and edit those some time!

25 week belly picture

25 weeks

What's that? A rutabaga. Don't ask me anything about them, because I've never eaten one or seen one in my life, but apparently you weigh about the same as the average one (about 1.5 pounds).

You and I are off on an adventure this weekend!
OK, not really an adventure, but you might notice that things will be a LITTLE quieter and probably A LOT warmer.

I'm whisking you away for a weekend--just you and me, kid--so I can relax and try to decompress a bit. Between hormones and the normal goings-on of life I've just been very, very... "testy." And I'm hoping that a weekend to refocus will help me do just that. So we're off to Lake Elsinore--a place I've never been nor heard much about--for the sole reason of getting away for a while!

Bad Mommy!

I haven't been updating. Between our crashed computer, an overwhelming amount of work at work, and trying to find time to get ready for YOU, I have neglected blogging. I'm sorry! But I promise I'm going to try harder!