Week 31 officially started yesterday, and last Friday the 17th marked two months until our “official” due date.
Not that that means much. I was really surprised to learn only 5% of babies are born on their due date and only 50% in the due week.
So strange to think there’s a decent chance we’ll have a baby near the beginning of Feb… (And I just want to groan thinking it could be more like the beginning of March!)
I still get surprised catching a glance of myself in a full length mirror when I’m not covered in several layers of clothing, can’t believe how big I look. It just seems impossible. I think my mind is really having a hard time catching up with all the physical changes, with the overwhelming, impending reality that we ARE going to have a baby.
On a lighter note….
Here’s our X-mas card. (The one we actually sent out, as opposed to the semi-pornographic version my aunt mocked up for fun.)
It’s funnier if you know us, and know that we really do enjoy the holidays. I don’t get people who feel like this time of year is so stressful, I suppose unless they have some sort of super shitty family situation.
But buying gifts? Decorating? Parties? I guess I’m pretty good (too good, some would accuse) at just saying no to anything I don’t feel like doing. I only buy gifts for a few people, and only then if I think of something they’d really love, not some crap out of obligation.
We aren’t religious, so none of that stuff is a factor.
Otherwise, I love all the lights, parties, general festivities, ugly holiday sweaters, even x-mas music. Even Mariah Carey x-mas music. (Ok, especially Mariah Carey…)
How do you feel about the holidays?