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of wedded bliss. Okay, maybe not nonstop bliss, but really, this past year has been pretty spectacular for the Knight and me. For US. Perhaps the impending birth of our baby girl has drawn us even closer, but I also think it has to do with our current level of comfort - with ourselves, with each other, where we've been, where we are in life right now, and where we hope/plan/dream on going next. I like that when I think about "us," I don't just stop with the two people who fell in love 9+ years ago. I now think of "us" as our family - a unit including a momma, daddy, and two hysterical and maddening furbabies. Pretty soon, the humans will once again outnumber the furry family members, and then our "us" will grow again.
Our "us" has spontaneous jig-fests in the kitchen, devours fruit salad and oreos (often at the same time) at an Olympic pace, and trains for and runs marathons/half marathons together. The lines continue to blur between the titles "in-law," "family," and "real friend" for our "us." I love that our "us" tackles our problems together, can get through tough conversations without melting down, and still knows how to kick back and have fun with the best of 'em.
Whatever our "us" faces in the future, I'm pretty sure that "us" is gonna make it.
To the Knight and his Maiden,
Happy Friday. Hope all is well in Uterusville. I wanted to write to see if you could possible manage arriving a bit early. I know Mommy and Daddy are ready to meet you, and Auntie Aidan has to go to the beach and doesn't want to miss you. I am sure you are comfy in there, but it's fun out here too. You will get to play with Betty Rascal and wear fun clothes. You also have a really cool room waiting on you and some jammies that match your Mommy's. I promise to paint your toenails when you are bigger.
(ignorance is bliss - me and Coco at 12 weeks)
At 36 weeks, my tummy is no longer flat, I am 100% certain that the watermelon under my shirt is indeed a real deal baby, I am definitely ready to get her out. I think. Of course, then I think of the round-the-clock feedings, the incessant crying, and the fact that once she's out, she is an immovable and ever present life and responsibility for the Knight and me. When I think of those things, I am okay with the wiggleworm inside me staying right where she is. Forever. While we are very excited, I think it would be dishonest of me not to admit that we are also kind of dreading it. Is that normal?
(these are the faces of dread...and excitement)
I have to say that thus far, I have been blessed with the easiest, peasiest pregnancy. I have had tons of energy, slept just fine, had no complications, very few mood swings, and really have felt just like my old self. It is only this week that I truly feel pregnant. Basically, what I mean is that when I wake up in the morning, I feel like I have been hit by and then run over by a semi. The Knight has to literally push me out of bed (b/c we are "modern" and have our mattress and box springs on the floor). I then proceed to waddle everywhere. I find myself trying to reduce the waddle at work, but it is getting to the point that I can't hide it. I can't touch my toes anymore, my stomach rests on the tops of my thighs when I'm sitting (that is a weird feeling, for sure), and all of my contractions seem to come at night...when I'm trying to sleep, of course.
People have asked me if I'm carrying twins or triplets, have mentioned that its obvious I'm carrying a lot of water weight, and one lady even told me that I was "carrying the baby in my face" (whatever that means). I really wanted to reply that she appeared to be carrying about 60 years in her face, but I restrained myself. I get it...I am a whale. Leave me alone.
If there is anything I have learned about being pregnant, it is that pregnant women get all kinds of abuse from complete strangers. Something about that big round belly brings out all the comments (nasty and nice) from the entire communitiy. From now on, I will only say nice things to pregnant women, or say nothing at all. I mean, it is so weird when complete strangers want to talk to you about something so personal in the middle of the grocery store, anyway.
Just to be real, yo, here I am in my Shamu bathing suit. Note the swollen legs, arms, and face? Yep, that the unfortunate side of being PREGO.The fortunate side of being "with child" is that your loved ones just want you to relax...
And feed you incredible meals. Yum.
(celebrating the Knight's first Father's Day)
Although there have definitely been some blue days, having a baby has really drawn the Knight and me closer together. I think the fact that I have slowed down (out of sheer exhaustion), and stopped trying to cram so much stuff in our lives has given us the chance to have some really great conversations and just hang out. We are approaching our 6 year anniversary at the end of this month. Remember when we went to Chicago last year to celebrate our 5 year anniversary?We never would have dreamed that year 6 would bring a baby!Oh yeah, the nursery! Well, I know I sound like a broken record, but it is almost done. Really. Coco's room is really coming along. We finally put the decal up, moved all the furniture around to where it is supposed to go, and I have washed everything (in our new frontloading, energy efficient washer and dryer - but that is another story, for another day!). It all smells so good and just like a baby (a clean one, that is). When I was done folding everything, I couldn't help but laugh because the entire laundry basket was just various shades of pink. So much and so very pink.
So says Artsy Fartsy at 14.7.10
I totally forgot to share with y'all the details of our backyard blockbuster! This was our 2nd year to have the party at our house, and I was reluctant to put it all together because of how exhausting it was last year. At 32 weeks preggo, I just wasn't sure if I was up to the task! Thankfully, my amazing friends stepped in, and together we threw a pared down, but still perfect sophomore event!
We decorated the back yard, put out lots of tiki torches and bug spray, and bought Elvis' silly and fun movie, "Blue Hawaii."
I made this centerpiece using a foam topiary and silver bucket from Hobby Lobby, a few cocktail umbrellas, a piece of white ribbon, and a strand of faux hibiscus from the Dollar Tree. The Knight tacked a sheet to the front of our cream shed, and other friends brought the following before the party:
Bug bites and bikinis,
So says Artsy Fartsy at 6.7.10
Are you gearing up for the holiday weekend? I love the 4th of July and cannot wait for the festivities to begin!
So says Artsy Fartsy at 2.7.10
So says Artsy Fartsy at 1.7.10