Roly-Poly Roll

I am starting to become too big for comfort... literally and photographically. Comfort levels push boundaries when we cross whale threshold. I'm not complaining so much as just saying. With both boys I was [even more] Gi-Gan-Tic. So, I'm doing pretty well to be able to be asked by total strangers when it is I'm due rather than [I'm sure] have people wonder if I'm pregnant or just in need of MAJOR calorie overhaul. I've been able to wear my wedding ring this entire time. That's five months longer than with my first. I can't recall when it started leaving pink dents the second time around. But the first time, I was at a mall kiosk two months along picking out a fake ring from a Pakistani man that didn't last me to term - the ring, not the man. I don't know what ever happened to that ring, but I'm sure the stone fell out or something. I was so concerned about looking like the knocked-up slut, I needed to "make a deal just for me today only" with that man at the kiosk.

Man, time flies. Go ahead, roll your eyes. I know... cliche. But, I feel like I was just a baby when I had my first baby. I had no idea life would be like it has turned out to be. I'd had quite a bit of experience too. I started babysitting when I was 11. Apart from my older brother, I was oldest among my 17 cousins except for one. I hogged the babies. I'm not kidding, there were fights about my hogging the babies. I worked after school all throughout high school at a day-care in the infant class. I later worked exclusively for a family I connected with through that facility, having taken care of their youngest from the time he was 6 weeks old. And the list goes on from there. Still, there is nothing that can prepare you for life with a day-old baby, at least not the first time around... and certainly not when it's YOUR child.

Now I can't even recall what the heck we ever did before having kids. I think it was something like: work, dinner out, tv or movie, day off, work, work, OU football game, tv, tv, movie, work, tv, tv, dinner out, work, buy another pair of shoes, bake something. Boring. And again I say... Boring. I CAN HARDLY WAIT for this baby!! I can't wait to see her face. I want to know what she looks like. I finished the crib bumper today. It looks great. I have her baby shower next weekend given by some of the most wonderful friends a girl could ever ask for. Then I can focus on what we'll be for Halloween. I have plans for myself, but I think I'll keep it under wraps for now. It entirely depends on the weather forecast.

But holy shizzies, we are down to the wire here. I'll turn 31 soon after Halloween and then we'll have a new baby. That's where my plans stop. Realistically, I might be kinda overwhelmed with nearly six years between my last new-born and this one. Do my old skills come back to me or do I start back over? At any rate, I'm not making further plans until I know how things go. The only thing we can count on is regular sushi after I have her... and most certainly on Thanksgiving.