Before it came, we all agreed it would indeed be perfect to go into labor on Labor Day, but perhaps it was a bit too cliché?
Yes, I think so. This is going to be one classy baby ;).Did you know that along with being a perfectionist, I am a procrastinator? I was always doing assignments, projects, test studying, running for class officer posters the night before. I don't know how my parents put up with it. Maybe because my parents are the same way.
I feel like that's when the inspiration hits, when it has to hit. When I was participating in Project Run & Play earlier this year I was always the last one to get my design in. Of course Micalah let us know months in advance what the categories were.
I did only one of my designs early and it was the least well received. So.
Procrastination suits me, I guess.
This baby can't stay put forever, though.
And while I admit to rolling my eyes and letting out a sigh when I drop anything on the floor that I have to pick up myself,I am secretly delighted at all I've been able to accomplish this past week and a half with our creation still chubbing up inside. It's kind of like extra credit, bonus time where every little thing I get done is a free gift.
Plus. I still haven't finished my first official crocheted project.
Another discovery: I've decided crocheting isn't particularly for me.Or maybe it's the fact that it's still well into the 90s here, humid as your morning shower, I have been pregnant for almost 42 weeks, or the bigger and warmer this blanket gets, the bigger and warmer I get.
Maybe I'll revisit crocheting way past post partum.Meanwhile, the pogo-stick bouncing competitions between daddy and daughter continue.
Because it's awfully fun to see my distinguished man bouncing like the energizer bunny. The man is fit and has superb balance. Divine can barely get the thing to bounce, but she can still hold her own.
It feels like I might be pregnant forever. I've resigned myself to my über limited wardrobe.With my first birth I naïvely brought regular size clothes for going home. I've learned. And haven't bounced back quite so quickly with each following birth. My bags are properly packed this time. I think.