[and we came way too close to a skunk in our path.]
today, our little baby lady is 36 whole weeks of fabulous. which makes me a 9-months pregnant girl. and there’s a car seat in the back of my car! and various baby body parts being periodically shoved under my ribs! and i’d be lying if i said i wasn’t really excited for the day we get to crack into the bottles of wine steven and i brought back from italy to open and enjoy [both of us!] after baby birthin’ time, which isn’t too far off now. although, i feel like little miss princess is probably planning to give us some bonus time before she shows her face. that’s just what i think. and actually, i’m really okay with that, since my doctor is going to be where on my due date, exactly? oh, that’s right. cabo. she’s going to be in cabo. convenient, right? i mean, first of all, i’m jealous. and also, i love my doctor a whole lot, so if we can juuuust maybe wait until she gets back in town so i don’t have to birth it up with one of her partners, that would be fine with me. of course, we’ll see how i feel about that 4 weeks from now… and until then… hellooo, big belly!