Tuesday, December 1, 2009
This whole pregnancy-is-actually-ten-months-long thing is messing with my brain. I'm all "All right! Time's up! The buzzer on the oven has gone off, let's get this baby cake outta here!" Only no, because there are another four weeks to go, but I just can't seem to accept that. Buzzer! Don't you hear it beeping? What's the holdup?
And the influx of baby gifts doesn't help. My mother- and sister-in-law threw me a shower the day after Thanksgiving, and while the photos Dave took were among the worst photos known to man ever and so shall not be shared with the internet, the wee gifties were adorable and ever so much fun to unpack yesterday, and are just longing for somebody to clothe and swaddle and capture poop for.