Here, in all its almost-35 week glory, I give you The Belly:
And because I made you all wait so long to see (thanks for being patient, by the way), you get the whole Belly experience...stretch marks (from Eva, still no new ones, thank goodness) and surgery scars and all:
Pregnancy brain has kicked in big time. Which seems to be a pattern with me. When I was pregnant with Eva, I worked as head baker at a local coffee shop/cafe, and about a month before my due date, I had to leave work. Not out of exhaustion, but because I kept doing bone-headed things like using salt instead of sugar. My manager and I had a very nice conversation about how I maybe wasn't being so helpful anymore, and I should maybe just take my leave early and stop torturing them all with salty muffins.
This time around, I can't exactly be asked to leave my position early. So my poor family is having to bear the brunt of my absentmindedness (That's a 5 syllable word, people. Take that, pregnancy brain!). Yesterday, while trying to make Eva lunch, I managed instead to melt a package of string cheese (in a ziplock bag, no less) to the stove. My wonderful husband is still slowly peeling plastic off the burner.
And a few days ago I stood outside our house, staring at the door in confusion, helplessly pushing the little lock button on my keychain. It took me an embarrassingly (5 more syllables. Just saying.) long time to realize that I need to actually use my housekey to open the door.
I'm kind of wondering when Mike is going to sit me down and talk to me about my driving priveleges.
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