Great with child. STILL.

It has happened. I have officially reached my due date, a first for me. And who knows-I might even go PAST is. (gasp. sniffle. SOB.) Remind me never again to spazz out at 37 weeks, anticipating going early because of previous pregnancies. Because for three weeks now I have been anxious and for three weeks I haven't seen a baby.

I am beginning to wonder if it is going to happen at all. Last night, ALL night long, I had contractions~regular, hard-ish contractions. I was just waiting until I couldn't bear them anymore before waking everyone up. Never did happen. So either my body just likes the feeling of contractions and wants to hang out contracting all day or Smooch is in there hanging on for dear life despite the push to get him/her out. I can imagine it is awfully cozy in there.

I wonder if a conjoined-for-life mother/baby is possible?

(By the way~ for those of you who don't know~ it is INCREDIBLY disheartening for a due-any-day pregnant woman to hear that "Oh-you haven't dropped yet~you have a ways to go yet!" from every Tom, Dick and Harry under the sun. Or the librarian. Or well-meaning churchfolk. Or just innocent random-passersby. For this one and only exception, I would encourage you to lie. Or not. But atleast...REFRAIN.)

God's timing is perfect. God's timing is perfect. God's timing is perfect.

I decided, since I CAN, I might as well take one last (yes, it will be) Smooch Pregnancy shot.

Obviously from the two shots I post, I am not really "feeling it". Didn't even go outside to the good light. Can't even muster a semi-smile. I laughed, in spite of myself, when I saw the pictures because my forlorn expressions really convey perfectly what I am feeling. I am trying HARD not to have a pity party. Most likely exasperated by last nights' sleep-stealing contractions.



On a good note though~because good notes are ALWAYS the best way to leave things

I *DID* cut Matt's hair. So-no woodchucks present at the opening ceremony. (OPENING ceremony?!?! get it?!?! haha har har)

I *DID* finish shredding/freezing the garden zucchini.

I *DID* make a simple going-home outfit for a boy. (Sorry for the awful lighting in the pics)


I blanket-stitched around a super cute kimono, side snap shirt with dark chocolate brown. I love these shirts with a passion. Wish I had some long-sleeve ones too. They are so great. I *almost* embroidered a "J" on the shirt, since of our baby name choices for boys, both begin with J. But then I didn't.

Then I raided the stash and made a pair of pants to coordinate. I must like this fabric for baby pants. Didn't do the kimono pants style this time, just traced around a pair of newborn pants I had. I always forget how simple a project baby pants are...yet how charming. I can envision an entire rainbow-colored wardrobe of these.


I decided to use the leftover bits of scraps and a few coordinated ribbon bits (packrat, I am) to re-do a perfectly nice burp cloth whose value was diminished thanks to the simply heinous cartoon characters printed on it. I am not a fan of "character" stuff. So, I covered them up. The striped ribbon front was inspired by a project in this book.


All this talk of boys~you would think that is what we are having. No so, necessarily. I still think it is a girl. But I have a lovely little take-home number for a girl already, provided I find myself a long-sleeve shirt for underneath.

Well. Looks like Friday night pizza and a movie night is still on, so I guess I had better get some dough rising.

Pardon my belly-aching.

I can't promise it won't be the last. :-)