10 February 2008

35 weeks pregnant . . . get outta town

Time for me to update the "about me" section of the blog. I am now 42 and I am going to have a baby sometime in the next month or so . . What the hell? This time last year we were struggling with needles, I was drinking champagne like it was water and we had money to burn! Now I get up and pee a couple of times a night, drink water like a fish and we are totally broke . . welcome to the jungle.

The good news is that I can't fly anymore - so I have been home for a whole week and it just hit me how very happy I need to be that I don't have to get on a plane tomorrow - in fact I won't be on a plane until sometime in the spring - when I hope to take the baby to visit my grandma who is 89 years old. My plan is to get the awesome 4 generation shot - grandma, my mom, me and the baby.

I have the pregnant woman waddle down pat, I am finally showing - strangers are asking when the baby is due and according to my dear husband - I am an emotional basket case. He is right - I can cry on the drop of a dime - but I can also cut you just as fast. Poor man - he tells me he is "over pregnancy" at this point. I say "Let The Games Begin".


Now that I am grounded and have found my password to the blog - I may be up and running again with a little more regularity.