Here we are, just a couple of young crazy kids, whiling away the afternoon and enjoying summer.
Oh wait, forgot, those are the lucky bastards that are under the age of 22. I, meanwhile, am sitting at my computer, wishing I had spent $2 in Chinatown at some point on a flyswatter to kill all the damn flies buzzing in my house. A special shout out to the crazy cat lady who lived here before we did; your frisky felines sure managed to leave perfect sized holes in the screens on our windows! Well done, Madam, well done.
They are driving. me. insane. They're driving Moe insane, too; I've never seen this dog so crazy intrigued by insects before.
I feel like there's much ground to cover this week, so on to the photos!
Musings on weekly photo: This stopped being a fashion show a long time ago, didn't it? I received an email this morning (from yet another baby website) titled, "Puffy Cheeks?" The creative author asked if we had recently started looking like chipmunks storing up for winter. I've always had a roundness of the face that suggests perfection for hibernation, so the added bloat that's begun is especially pleasant and cute.
Size of baby: According to all the emails I get each week updating me on my son's progress, he's grown a full inch this week alone! Don't ask me how they determine that generalized "milestone." I have no clue. I'm pretty sure it puts him at the 19-20 inch mark and almost 5 pounds. We'll get a better estimate next week at our last ultrasound, which seemed so far off at his gender reveal.
Movement: Whether or not he's actually grown a full inch this week, it certainly feels that way... Boyfriend is wiggling all over the place like only a future Sutherland male child could, and I think his head has officially begun it's grand trip south for the winter.
Cravings: I haven't been craving all that much, but I will say I could go for a bowl of cookie dough right now. Oatmeal chocolate chip, naturally.
Annoyance: I think I may have totally blown it this past weekend. I was asked at the pool of the hotel we were staying in (by one of Orange County's biggest d-bags, to paint a picture), if I felt weightless in water. I told him I wasn't feeling all that heavy yet, and there friends, right there, is where I made my mistake. Two days later, I felt like I'd gained 100 pounds, which is why I think BBS is starting to drop the way he's supposed to. Waddling like Donald Duck is what I do best now.
Highlight of the week: Definitely, hands down, our Palm Springs getaway to The Parker. It was all kinds of relaxing, and I cannot recommend that property enough. Also, we had a delicious meal at a restaurant in downtown called Johanne's. While the idea of Austrian/Asian fusion cuisine is probably throwing you, every dish we had was unique and tasty in the extreme.
Non-Highlight of the week: I had a bummer non-highlight this week: the biggest social media account I'm currently working on overextended their summer budget and pulled the plug until September. Granted, I was going to be done for a while as of August, but it has certainly shifted a few things for me. Oh well. When life hands you lemons, make lemon drops. Or drink some lemonade and save the vodka for August. But if Grandpa Don hands you oranges, you are not, strictly NOT, allowed to make cocktails with them. They are for eating only.
Fears: Too many to count, not enough to list... I feel fear is an ever-present, always ignored thing when you're about to birth a human into the world.
Nursery: Things are not looking as bad as last week, but we are certainly pushing its debut to the last minute. We've set aside next weekend to really whip it into shape. I'm hoping I'll be able to share photos before BBS is residing there.
Additional Notes: I am off to Napa this weekend for my second shower, hosted lovingly by my aunts, Judy and Margie. I cannot wait to: see my family, road trip with my sister, hang out in Calistoga, lounge by a pool with some of my best friends, and try to soak up every ounce of enjoyment this summer has to offer before my world is consumed by baby, diapers and no sleep. You know, kids' stuff.
Happy Hump Day, Bump Day everyone!