-My pastors daughter is 4. She and Emeline play together at our small group on Tuesday nights. I walked down to the basement where the kids were playing when she yelled to me, "Miss KATIE! WHY DOES YOUR TUMMY LOOK LIKE THAT??"
I immediately perked up, because this kind of thing used to exist NON STOP for me last pregnancy since I taught elementary school, and I kind of miss it. So I said, "I don't know, Maddie....why do YOU think my belly looks like this?"
To which she replied without an ounce of hesitation, "Because you ate too much??" Her older brothers, mortified, yelled, "MADDIE! She has a baby in her belly!" I just laughed. Then she said, "But WHY would you want another baby????"
She was dead serious. It was so funny. I so miss all my funny kid comments I used to get and be able to blog about on the daily as a teacher.
-I got new specs. They are for distance, mainly--and I don't even have to wear them all the time. But they're fun and I like them, and especially love wearing glasses on days I didn't pluck my eyebrows or want to do my eye makeup fully. So now you know my secret.
-My dog is in a tizzy lately because of all the deliveries. It feels kind of like Christmas with UPS or Fedex coming to the door multiple times a day (and freaking my dog out), but basically all it means is a new baby will be here shortly. The new baby gear is showing up left and right. The new stroller, the new carseat (we sold the old one--more details on that another time), and even the free crap they send you from Enfamil and other formula companies.
Every time the doorbell rings Emeline yells, "More PWESANTS!" and gets really excited. I guess I must have used that term and now she's certain that there are always special deliveries full of "pwesants". This could be interesting.
-On all other fronts, life is going pretty smooth these days. There's this whole calm before the (beautiful, fun) storm that is New! Baby! and we're all getting a little excited. Two main things on the agenda this weekend are to build the double stroller and put the crib mattress up to newborn status again. I told my husband these are "needs" and he and I then had a huge discussion over the fact that this is NOT a need (but it is to me), more so a "want". Oh, men.
I stand by my thoughts that a husband, man, whatever, cannot--AT ALL, empathize with pregnancy or the fact that getting stuff done before baby IS A NEED TO US. Like, a legit need (or I may die type of thing).
I want him to get inside my pregnant brain for just a second to understand it. Or maybe I don't.
Have a happy Thursday :)