recalling the blog author's earlier days, you may have recently asked yourself, "what has this little thing been up to lately?"
well, she has been
getting more not-so-little every day
attending birthing class with the husband ("they should call it the 'really, you will just be terrified after we show you all these gross videos' seminar," harrumphs the little one.)
(they call this the empathy belly.)
getting her weekly ultrasounds and semiweekly non-stress tests
(we call this the baby's dinosaur face.)
wondering where her ankles, feet and toenail polish have gone
wondering where her mind has gone
having a few emotional breakdowns
letting her house become a huge mess
breaking her promise to no longer post photos of her pregnant self
and wondering if the doctor will tell her on monday that the baby can come out next week ("come on!" cries the little one. "she is 37 weeks! that's full term! and she was estimated at 7 pounds 8 ounces at the last ultrasound!")
and now you might wonder, "but really, after that recap, what doctor in his right mind would let this woman care for an infant?"
beats me.
