He isn't. I got my pedicure last week. I had about 4 nights of fake labor pains. I nested ALL DAY on Saturday until I fell asleep at 5 pm. We still made it for our dinner reservations though. Justin ordered duckling. I was pretty nervous it would look like a duckling. Thankfully, it didn't. I wore high heels to dinner. I'm 11 thousand months pregnant and I wore high heels. You can mail me my medal.
Yesterday I had a complete emotional meltdown about everything from my glasses being crooked to the fact that I'm still pregnant. Funnily enough, later on that day my glasses broke! I knew something was wrong with them. We also went to the TJ Maxx and got a basket for to hide our blankets in the corner. And then we went to the Lowes and got some lavender seeds for to detoxify our air.
I forgot to eat dinner last night. Actually, I've got pretty much zero appetite [unless you're offering yogurt pretzels, then I have all of the appetite], except at 2 am I was pretty hungry but to stubborn to get up. Other than the normal sharp belly pain where my poor muscles don't want to stretch, I feel excellent today. Better than I have in weeks. I can move around. I have energy. I have no heartburn and only minimal nausea. No noticeable contractions. I even bought a pair of 3 inch heels for my brother's wedding in a couple weeks. I rock at this pregnant in heels thing... I think I'll probably be pregnant forever and this is my body resigning to it. Crap.
Now because I have nothing else to say. And because I should be studying for the exam that I'm taking two days after Mr. Oliver is due [double crap!]. Pictures!
This was on sale. I died. Then bought it.
Snuggle pooch. He pulled her into this hug. She loved it.
She just looks like she's trying to tell me something and I am not sure what it is.
This is the look you make when your person won't share his pistachios, even though you don't like pistachios.
I will look back on this picture and think that I'm huge, but looking at it right now make me think "I'm not that big. Am I?"
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