I bought this shirt last weekend despite its silliness. I thought it was funny but you might be surprised at the dirty looks I get– particularly from the older women. I thought it was funny. I mean, GOSH, lighten up! Crotchity old Nannies.

Sleepy, tired, worn, beat, sore momma. But a smiling, happy, content, healthy, excited momma indeed.

Last night I woke up with cramping and pretty painful contractions. I suppose that braxton hicks are supposed to be stronger in subsequent pregnancies. But. Come on! They started off just painful enough that I couldn’t sleep. After about 30 minutes of pretty consistent ones, I decided perhaps I should get my ass up and start timing them seriously. I did. They were coming every 5, then 8, then 4, then 7 minutes. This was frequent enough that I thought I should consider them possible signs. I wondered what we would do with the kids- we haven’t made any plans for them should I go into labor this early. I started worrying about how quickly labor would move this time and I got scared because “they say” that labor time is half what it was with the previous delivery. Yeah, ummm, ok, that means I will have a baby in 3 hours. YOU ARE KIDDING ME!? I was up many hours. Then I noticed the contractions stop completely. Shewww! Back to bed an hour before the alarm is due to go off. Alarm goes off. Steph calls boss. “False labor. No sleep. Back to bed. See you tomorrow. Bye.”

This is me. Looking rather “voluptuous” these days.

I love the belly. The belly is beautiful.

I also love the girl. She is pretty awesome.

And she loves her big brother enough to give him big, gigantic, sloppy kisses!

She loves my prized roses enough to pick the petals off.

And she loves her Daddy too. Very much. Because he’s the Best Daddy Ever.