2012

This baby, my friends, has completely taken over my body. Amen. That is about all I have to say about week 29 because I don't want to complain about things like my thicker legs or how I am dying to wear red pants but am not getting maternity ones (waste of $). Also in my twenty ninth week of most delicate condition I got in a fight with extra virgin olive oil and my hair lost. I am still sitting here with the e.v.o.o. in my hairs, letting it deep condition. Ha! I don't think this white girl with poor thin hair is going to get off that lucky. I think I may be in an interesting situation for a few days or so- it was a lot of e.v.o.o. I nearly cussed out loud and was very surprised when I didn't. I think my child is having a positive effect on me? Look at me, already holding back the cuss words for his benefit! That's just the kind of mother I am.

I was pleasantly surprised when I went out looking for a maternity pencil skirt this afternoon. At my first stop I found not one but two that would do! What luck. One was official H&M maternity and the other was just a stretchy H&M basic skirt. I opted for the basic H&M one because it was waaaayyyy cheaper ($12) and looked just as swell as the official maternity one. That's the thing with maternity clothing. I am finding that I have been able to get along with normal clothing (usually) one size up (except for red pants). It is much appreciated by my pocket book- it just loves cheap thrills!

Must we also talk about the new year? Okay, okay, okay! We celebrated by seeing the second Sherlock Holmes movie (which we thought was even better than the first) while snacking on our homemade popcorn and treats we snuck into the theater. How we roll my friends, how we roll! I take after my mother in that department, I guess.  And Dan is pretty proud of himself - he is now an expert at popping pop corn on the stove. In fact, I am proud of him too. He also makes a wonderful breakfast. Upon our return home I promptly fell asleep, missing my midnight kiss but don't worry, I did not miss out on any midnight kicks.

And my one resolution for the year Twenty-Twelve is really just a goal- to push this baby out in style. And I don't really know what that means, but it just feels right. So I'll keep you posted. Maybe I would also like to eat less sugar and drink less Diet Coke (I started again in trimester 2, I couldn't help it!) but who doesn't make those kinds of resolutions, really? I would also like to be gentle with myself as a new mother and to recognize that regardless of what happens, I want my heart and my head to understand that I really am doing my best. There! The resolutions and goals have been recorded in The Book Of Life the blogosphere.

Happy New Year to you and yours, and third trimester- welcome! Lets see how big this belly can get. Bring it.