34 weeks

Well 34 weeks and one day 

(which is important to note at this point in pregnancy of course)

You know when you just feel

hugehugehugehuge

and can't stop the

heartburnheartburnheartburnheart

or the chronic

burnbackachebackachebackachebackache

or the nagging

youshouldsleepnocleannosleepnocleannosleep

yes, a fancy mix of that this week

 and my spandex sleep/sweat/food shop uniform
paging a wannabe Melanie Chisholm
(you catch that bad pun? four points for you)

this little emerald dropped in my inbox yesterday:

gathering-nuts-for-the-winter look
oh goodie.

I vacillate hourly between wanting the baby to come earlyish (but safely obvioulsy) so that I can resume sleeping comfortably and wanting the baby to come late so that I can continue sleeping at all. {oh...God's perfect design...making these last few (several?) weeks of pregnancy just unbearable enough that a wrinkly little sleepvacuum sounds light years better than blimpville...but three nights into no sleep...blimpville sounds heavenly. 

win/win I suppose.}

Also...I would like Julia to start walking and communicating more than her machine gun exclamatory LOUD whispers of, 

"hat hat hat hat hat!!!"
 (translashe: hot! even if it's an ice cube...still hat)

(this 8 second clip has it all: mullet and shy di)

also
...things to not say to a pregnant lady (or to me when I am pregnant)

"you've grown!!!"

what do you mean? my face is fat? I know. go away now please.

"how much weight have you gained?"

um. how much money is in your bank account?

yes. equally personal.

"well...I think you are even larger than when I saw you earlier today."

oh. yes. and I know you were way skinner in high school but would never actually say that to your face...or maybe I just did. 

don't worry. I have susie and her sunshine scheduled to make an appearance next week and I promise to be a more pleasant preg.

really.