|The mint lemonade has nothing to do with our picnic, it's here simply because it was delicious enough to remember!|
We had some professional maternity shots today (so excited!) but in the meantime, here are some 32 week shots in front of the lighthouse.
Now that we're down to the last two months, I'm impatient and exhausted in addition to the natural excitement and curiosity about who our baby will be. What I really hate is the books that can't talk about pregnancy and birth without referring to cuddling my cliched "bundle of joy." Did these women give birth to stuffed animals or something? Joy is just one of many complex things that Zoltar is a bundle of, and I'd be in for a rude awakening if I believed that caring for a real infant approximates hugging a baby doll all day. With regard to birth, I feel about as bad for our baby as I do for myself. Poor Zoltar's life to date experience consists of floating alone in a dark and wet enclosed space. I imagine his tiny creature brain will zip through the following thought process:
- WTF is this air?
- WTF is this light?
- WTF happened to my thump thump sound?
- Who the fuck are you?