2004: Year in Review
Some people won’t drink before noon. I won’t eat blueberry pie before dinner. Thus necessitating some major time-killage until the little hand lands on the 5. So I present to you this year’s YIR, complete with handy bullet points.
Looking back: Highs and lows of 2004
Getting pregnant. This was definitely Year of the Belly, since I […]
Cousins
Don’t we look alike?
Due date
Still no baby. I think we’re going to bust out some drastic measures here pretty soon, see if we can’t coax him to join us. [Hmm … one recommended measure is actually the same activity that got us into this mess in the first place. How does that work? Do they cancel each other out?]
Though […]
Gee, thanks, Stretchmark Fairy!
That’s all I wanted to say. I have a roadmap of lilac scars radiating out from my navel now. It rather resembles the hellish street situation of central D.C. Maybe that’s why the baby hasn’t arrived yet — he’s still stuck on Constitution Ave!
Boxing day, eh?
OK. Yesterday crappy, today much better. Maybe it being the 26th, not Christmas, takes the pressure off.
We both woke up before 10 a.m. and were scoping for deals at Target by noon. I finally got those damned nursing bras I’ve been meaning to get [hello, wide world of B-cup!] and Iain got a pair of […]
Moving along
Two centimeters dilated and the baby is at -2 station, according to the doc this morning.
Let’s get this show on the road, Junior. I promise it’s nice out here. You’ll love it. Let’s give it a try, no?
Girl time: Kyle and Meg made it here safe and sound, with about two metric tons of baby […]
Gearing up
Happy news: There’s snow on the ground, and cousin Meg and cousin Kyle are coming to visit on Wednesday. Whoo-hoo!
This makes the prospect of another 12-hour Monday much easier to stomach.
Top three obsessions this week
Amazoning
Damn, dude! Is there anything Amazon.com doesn’t sell? I got so carried away I even made a wish list. Don’t I have good taste?
Hark! The herald something something …
So I come home from a long day of being pregnant and employed and the house is dark and empty, which makes sense, ‘cause my baby daddy is at his last-hurrah-type happy hour extravaganza. But though it is empty of Iain, it is full of the lush pine scent of a live [well, formerly live] […]
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