Still no baby.
The doula-lady says that I don’t sound nearly ready enough to have the baby come out. I guess I’m supposed to get really, really miserable first. Keep your peepers peeled!
See, my pregnancy seems to be following all the rules.
Seriously, 12 weeks of morning sickness followed by a fun and lively second trimester followed by a no more than mildly uncomfortable third trimester with textbook Braxton-Hicks that come at the same time and same intensity every day increasing gently in duration.
Baby Hearn will probably arrive on the original due date, July 7.
La la la.
I also wait until the light changes before I cross the street even if there are no cars for miles around.
Plus, the doula is going to Las Vegas this week, so it’s in my best interest to keep baby cooking.
(How much do you love the thought of a doula in Vegas?)
My ladyfriend Hilary, whom you may remember from roommates past, gave birth to a gorgeous little man last week. Big, chocolately snaps to the happy new parents.
Apparently, Hilary and I needed to gestate at the same time as well as live together for several years, move to the west coast at roughly the same time and instant message each other for the majority of our twenties.
I’m so happy for her.
Still wrapping up the work.
Still frantic nesting.
Still enjoying all the last babysitter-free date nights with my husband that we can cram in.
(We saw Indiana Jones, ate Tex Mex and shared a banana split. Damn, it’s fun being a grownup.)
Here are my five latest favorite things on the internets:
Thus Bakes Zarathustra
Hillbilly Please
Hostess with the Mostest
Oh Happy Day
Plum Pudding
Aha! And after over 48 hours with neither Twitter nor Facebook posts, some of us were starting to wonder whether you were in the grips of impending relief *grin*.
Lord awmighty, your gazaongas are HUGE!
*hugs*
Ha! A great Helen Jane rule is that if there is nothing going on, my electronic communication becomes curiously silent.
If I’m doing something cool, like, for example, giving birth, I’m burning up the internets.
And yes, my boobies are terrifyingly ginormous. And I hear they’re supposed to get even bigger!
I totally thought I was going to come here and see a picture of Baby Hearn today. I will recover. (P.S. You look great!)
You’re looking super happy. I’m excited for you, there’s so much good stuff coming your way. You won’t believe how tiny that baby’s gonna be.
Awww, you look great. Love the color.
That baby doesn’t look far enough down to want “out” yet, in my amateur opinion. Although with the doula in Las Vegas this weekend, we might want to start taking bets…. Mother Nature has a great sense of humor.
Good luck! What an adventure.
Waiting with bated breath!
Ughhhh – the waiting game!!! At least your legs still look great!!! I cannot distinguish between my ankle, calf, knee and thigh. Hence, no shorts or skirts – you look hot!
I wanted to ask – if you or any of your readers can recommend contraction inducing remmodies? I have heard: garlic, a kilo of cherries, apricot juice, scrambled eggs with castor oil (yuuuuck), leaning over to far to pick up something heavy…
I am soooooo ready to get this party started….
In reply to jif–I’ve heard walking, sex, orgasm and spicy foods, in no particular order that is.
You look adorable, and I’m watching Twitter like crazy for updates!
Also, A Doula in Vegas is a movie script begging to be written.