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Stella Ruth's first full day at home...

and the many faces of Miss Stella G...

Ah the irony

Okay - maybe not irony, but totally fitting.

My water just broke at the dog park.

Yup. Pretty funny. I laughed all the way home.

So we're headed to the hospital.

Hopefully everything goes ok!

Aimee & Steve

BACON!!!

If you have ever thought that this blog might be more exciting with bacon, then feel free to enjoy.

Mmmm... bacony goodness.

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Yum.

Make haste, fair maiden

Okay. I AM that pregnant lady.

I'm tired.

I'm cranky.

I'm hormonal.

I'm stressed.

My back hurts.

My feet are swollen.

I could care less that I've eaten an entire batch of homemade chocolate chip cookies over the past week basically all by myself.

I don't want to say it, but I'm going to say it.

I'm ready for this to be over and I want my body back.

So there. I've said it. Time for Speedy to live up to her uterine name and get moving. I mean, it's not like Steve and I are at all MENTALLY prepared for any of this, but physically, it's about time.

As far as all the old wives' tales that are supposed to help (walking, spicy food, etc) I eat spicy food, because I like to anyway, and then I get ranging heartburn. I take the dog for a walk, because, well, I don't have a choice, and my feet just hurt and he looks up at me with this look of Mom, you are walking so freaking slow, we should have stayed home and I could have gotten more exercise burying my bone.

And I'm sick on top of it - did I mention that? Yes, I have a runny nose, a hacking cough, and more snot and mucus than any one person need have at this point in time.

Alright. I'm done kvetching.

But if you have a second, sent some labor vibes my way.

Instinct

It's a pretty powerful thing... I've learned about it recently in relation to this whole damn "nesting" thing. Why we women feel the desire to rearrange and clean like mad before the baby comes - I'm assuming it's the equivalent of getting our "den" ready, right? Although at this point, gathering sticks and leaves sounds better than Tilexing the tub.

I'm not the only one exhibiting signs of instinct these days. Our fair pup is pretty darn cute with a bone. And for months, I've wanted to get a little movie of him "burying" a bone... save for the fact that he can't let it be and wants to dig it up right away.

But here it is - bone digging extraordinaire. Enjoy.

"Term"

So my midwife used a word last week that scared us a little... "you are basically at term" she said.

"Term?" I said, using the quotation marks with my fingers.

"Oh yes," she said. "Term."

We both laughed, she with a hearty "oh dear, does this woman know what she's in for? 'Cause I do" laugh and me with a nervous "Oh dear, do I know what we're in for, 'cause I don't" laugh.

So here is me almost at "term" - 36 weeks this week.

I also realized I think that tank top makes me look like the Alice in Wonderland cheshire cat from the Disney version.

Monsters Inc

So here's my latest attempt at being a crafty mom for Speedy:
The idea totally isn't mine - it was hanging on an endcap at Michael's this week and I gave it a once over and tried to recreate it at home this weekend. Pretty cheesy. Here's hoping Scupper doesn't get his paws on it. He shredded a stuffed animal last night in about 15 minutes. He's getting very good at it. However, the best part was that I needed a bit of polyfill for the monster, and Scupper had torn apart the animal just in time. Good polyfill too. ;)