Eight more weeks. Or, perhaps, depending on how impatient this baby of mine gets, even fewer (but no fewer than 5, okay, babes?). We baby showered yesterday, at Wolfman's Aunt Theresa's house in Angier. It was a lovely time, with delicious sandwiches and cucumber lemon water and family we don't see nearly enough. Grandma finally met Wolfman's niece Samantha Jane, who we talk about all the time, and was as taken with her as we are. And, she held Wolfman's cousin's youngest baby girl, Dani Rae, five months old and "built like a butterball turkey", according to Wolfman (you'll remember his mother describing his baby self as a certain holiday entree as well). Baby girls abound on this side of the family (and they are all just as loud, funny, and mischievous as little boys, by the way). We received all sorts of gifts I hadn't even thought to ask for, and all sorts of sage advice, from Dani Rae's mother, in particular, Hollie, for which I am very grateful. Sierra Dawn brought Ella, the youngest of the babies present, and I leaned over to look at that gorgeous little face, but couldn't hold her as I'm recovering from a head cold. It's hard being around so many babies, expecting one of your own very soon, and not being able to jiggle a one in your lap.
As you'll see from the photos, I made due with Thorn Rex. He and Dani Rae are comparable in heft, though he's furrier, of course.
I'm a bit uncomfortable these days, I'll admit. My legs are starting to ache from carrying so much weight (I've gained 32 pounds so far!). My bladder is being punished relentlessly. It's getting more difficult by the day to lean over and put my sandals on. I've had to slow my pace quite a bit, literally and figuratively. I never thought of myself as much of a She-Ra before getting pregnant, but I'm constantly disappointed throughout the day by things I can not do--speeds I cannot achieve, objects I cannot lift, things I cannot remember, toes I can only reach with much grunting and adjusting. I'm certainly ready to have my body back, and this baby in my arms. Just eight more weeks!