tuesday

my friend says i'm going to have the baby today. this assertion is based solely on the fact that she and i, and her own son were all born on tuesdays. i'm not putting money on this one.

although... i DID eat a breakfast of hot chocolate and chocolate chips. and i don't even LIKE chocolate. and i spent yesterday walking around the apartment with a bottle of windex, cleaning dust and fingerprints from everything that a human could possibly have touched, ever. if only i could reach the ceiling fan blades... sigh.

the baby is already so low that it's painful to wear even maternity pants. which leaves me one option: skirts with 3/4 leggings... in 35 degree weather. i've been knee-high-boot shopping, but, alas, it's a bit late.

we are obsessed with the baby's accessories, and can't wait to get his opinion on them. now our conversations go something like this:

D: well, we can still go hang out at the library once the baby is here.
me, voice increasing in pitch as sentence progresses: yes, and he can WEAR HIS CHICKEN HAT!!!!!

and

me: well, we will have to take his car seat to hawaii with us.
D (yes, his voice also increases in pitch when baby things are mentioned): cuz it has a LITTLE AIRPLANE ON IT!!!!

our baby now has 9 hats. yes, nine. and they are all ADORABLE. he also has shoes with little peace signs on them. it just doesn't get any cuter than that.