Who? Me?

Thirty-three weeks pregnant?

Nah, that's gotta me somebody else you are talking about. It can't be me!

Or perhaps it can. I certainly am feeling that pregnant lately. I have definitely adopted the pregnant waddle, I get up to use the restroom at least three times a night, and my preoccupation with everything B-A-B-Y is possibly dangerous to my health and others'. My husband laughed at me yesterday as I tried to calculate 4 x 25 and was questioning the (correct) answer that I came up with. It is terribly cliche, but I truly just want to putter in his nursery. I have folded and refolded freshly washed little onesies, socks, and footie pjs. I have ironed his crib and bassinet sheets (that will be the only time that they are ironed, I can assure you). I have rearranged (light) furniture, stuffed animals, books, etc. I guess you could say that I am nesting. Or at least obsessing.

The nursery is in no way, shape, or form done. We still need the rest of our bedding, wall decorations, and to organize his closet. But if he were to be born today, we would have what we need. It's a major feeling of relief.

I do have some pictures to share of our progress, but we are having some technical problems with our computer, so look for them later on this week, as well as some updated belly shots. I feel as if I am looking pretty huge, but (knock on wood) I still don't have any stretch marks and I do feel as if a lot of it is baby belly.

I also just wanted to say thank you to those of you that posted comments or e-mailed me regarding the not-so-nice e-mail. I haven't received any more communication from the author and I hope that it's the end of it. I will be keeping the name for the time being - if for no other reason than I can't think of anything more creative!