And just like that, I'm a month away from my due date. Pretty exciting.
The past few weeks had their challenges. First, strep throat went around the house. Roma and I managed to avoid it, thankfully, but we were unable to avoid the nasty cold that tagged along with it. My cold resulted in a double ear infection, which resulted in one very pathetic and needy pregnant lady. There was, well, lots of dramatic moaning and groaning as I lay comatose on the bed, ear pressed to the heating pad. I was a real delight.
I am happy to report however, that the infection has cleared and the cold has more or less dissipated. Pregnancy wise, I'm getting huger and huger by the second. And, in case you were wondering, yes, I'm in full waddle these days.
Here's a shot of the belly from a couple of weeks ago. My favorite part of this picture is Jackson down in the corner. He came running into the room during our photo session with a toy bucket on his head.
(Thirty-three Weeks)
He then decided he wanted to get in the picture with me, but didn't want to take the bucket all the way off. He's too funny. Lately he's just been so darling. In addition to calling me Derol, he's also taken to calling me Sweetie. I of course, encourage this to no end. Who wouldn't want to be called sweetie by their cute little nephew??
In the midst of being sick and growing in girth, we've managed to do a bit of nesting around the house. (Have I mentioned that Roma and I are so incredibly grateful to Sarah and Steve for letting us live here? Because if I haven't, it's worth mentioning now.) They have graciously allowed us to use their office for the baby's nursery. Steve coined it "the officery." (To which Sarah later said is much better than calling it "the nurffice." I have to agree).
Here's a picture of the pack-n-play we have se tup. Not that exciting in and of itself. However, seeing this picture, specifically the convenient little changing table on the left hand side, helps the next picture make a little more sense.
You see that's Klitchko, hiding in the darkness underneath the changing table. He's not sure what's up with all the baby stuff, but he knows something is a brewing. I think he just wants to make sure he's not left out.
Speaking of Klitchko, he went missing for an entire day this week. That might not sound so alarming except Klitchko never strays far from the house. In fact, he's usually very close and he always comes running when Roma calls. He's like a dog that way. So when he was MIA all day it was alarming, particularly because it was about seven degrees and snowy outside. We were worried about him, Roma especially. And where did he eventually turn up you ask? In my middle dresser drawer. He'd apparently crawled in there when I was getting dressed in the morning and he's so darn black that I didn't see him in the shadows. So, there he remained all day long, shut up in my drawer. Silly cat.
Anyways, on that note, I'll wrap things up and leave you with the most recent belly shot on file.
Here I am at thirty-six weeks... and counting.
