"You're too pretty to be having a boy."

I just got a lecture from one of the cleaning staff at the hospital in the bathroom about how I'm having a girl. "You look too good. Your belly is too beautiful. It's a girl." As I left, the other women in the bathroom were debating whether it was a boy or girl.

I know some pregnant women dislike the constant discussion about what they're having, having strangers come up and touch their belly, being told they're too big/small/heavy/whatever. I don't mind it. I find that people are so much more likely to start a conversation with me, although it's always about me as a pregnant woman rather than me as me. That's okay. It's exciting for everyone! However, last week one man asked if I was having one big boy or twins. I replied politely, "We don't know, but whatever it is, it's coming soon, and we're pretty excited."

Yeeshers.

Six weeks

Give or take. My only complaint is the swelling. My left foot has no ankle, and I had to use lots of soap and dental floss to get my wedding rings off (thanks, mum!). My new sleeping partner is a collection of five pillows, and the baby is moving more than ever, especially when s/he hears Adam.

I feel like I have a million and one things to do before this new person arrives, but I'm taking it all in stride, and we're trying to enjoy the quietness of the next few weeks, looking forward to the change in weather (crisp air means sweaters and tea!!).

On Saturday, I had the opportunity for a day to myself, which I love. After a painless and quick trip to the dentist, I had a good look around the library, managed to score an excellent deal on nursing bras at 65% off, found some peppermint foot soak, bought some some organic cotton leggings for big mamas, and shopped around Sephora. Ah, the simple things!

Thankfully, Paul and I were able to meet up for lunch, where he snapped this photo:

33 Down.

Excuse the lack of photos, our camera has finally bit the dust.

Everything is going along tickity-boo, lots of movement from this baby. S/he really likes it when daddy rubs his/her little foot and responds with a healthy kick. I am still feeling great but am so anxious to meet this little person!

I am currently wrestling with the idea of leaving one week earlier than planned for my maternity leave. I am due October 22 and decided my last day would be October 16, but as the date grows nearer, I am feeling selfish and would love a week or two at home to visit the library, sleep late, do crossword puzzles, cook magnificent dinners, listen to the CBC, and generally revel in my mummyness before the littlest Simpkins appears. I may decide October 9 is my last day, and I feel so guilty! I have never used EI in my life, and this one week difference is really causing me to do some serious soul-searching. Silly, I know! Thoughts?

I'm A Baby

No Fuss

No fancy photo this week! The weekend is here and I just want to curl up with my new book.

TNT

I seem to have exploded overnight. Where did this big tummy come from in only 10 hours???