Some random quotes from my Friday morning:
Oliver: I have a rhyme!
Um, um, um, um,
I have a butt.
Kullervo: That doesn’t rhyme.
Oliver: Oh, yeah. I thought it would.
(between Oliver and Hazel)
Oliver: I spy with my little eye… something brown!
Hazel: What is it?
(walking the kids to school)
Random Woman, to me: You look so cute!
RW: You must be about to pop any day now, right?
Me: Nope, I still have about 10 weeks to go!
I spend my days laughing… is it any wonder why?
That’s what it took.
Eleven months–to the day–after having Hazel, I am back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Woohoo!
I would love to attribute it to hard work, but aside from a couple of months of intensive Wii Fit (not recent months, either), I’ve been a lazy bum.
What I think happened is that as Hazel started progressively eating more solid foods, my body stopped holding on to that last stubborn ten pounds, and I just dropped the weight. I feel like something similar happened with Oliver.
In any case, I feel great! Actually, I feel tiny. Mostly because I got new, knee high boots, and I can zip them over my fat legs–no small feat, considering that I haven’t been able to do that… ever, as far as I can remember.
I probably should get packing, since I have to leave for the hospital in about 30 minutes. And, yeah, uncharacteristically for me, I not only haven’t packed, I haven’t written a list of what to pack either. I guess it speaks to how surreal it seems to make an appointment to have a baby.
In any case, she’s coming today. And apparently she’s going to have the same birthday as JLo’s twins, who were born this morning.
Wish me luck! I’m, of course, looking forward to meeting this little girl and seeing what she looks like. I’m also looking forward to getting something to drink after I have her… the no food or drink after midnight on the day you have surgery is kind of rough when the surgery doesn’t start until 12:45…
Today is one of my sleep-in days. I took this week off of work, and, like on the weekends, Conner is going to get up with Oliver so that I can sleep in.
But at 6:00 I woke up with some terrible heartburn and a craving for milk. So, here I sit.
We didn’t have a hard time coming up with Oliver’s name. But choosing a name for this little girl has not been nearly as easy.
It is entirely possible, though, that we finally have one. Of course, I’m not telling what it is until we have her–I’m tired of everyone weighing in and telling me how much they don’t like the names that I do. So, she’ll get her name and if people don’t like it, they can keep it to themselves because it will be too late.
Of course, that didn’t stop anyone from making comments about Oliver’s middle names.