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Monday, February 24, 2014

still here

I've lost count of the number of people that have texted asking if the baby is here yet.

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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