Maybe Baby?

Maybe a baby?

I'm just a time bomb waiting to explode!

Haha, made you look!

One of these days ....

Now I should probably just start placing bets with everyone as to when the arrival of our 'precious' little girl will take place. Kyle and I said she already has second child syndrome and she's making a fashionable late appearance. I told the pastor yesterday she was going to be a very stubborn little girl. His response, "She'll just be 'spirited' not stubborn."

Miss A shares a birthday with her great grandma, so maybe little Miss to-be-born will share a birthday with one of our friends' little guys that celebrates his birthday today. Or, maybe she'll show up tomorrow and have a birthday one month away from her sisters.

Time will tell.

Pink Donuts & Cookies

Nothing better to beat the 'overdue' blues than to load up with sweets? Since I'm a time bomb just waiting to explode, I thought I better indulge in a few more treats before I limit myself and lose the baby weight.

So ... we made cookies!



And, went to Starbucks after church today. Miss A couldn't stop talking about the "wittle pink dodunt" at the Starbucks today. They had one left and she enjoyed every single bite.

Miss A & Mimi Have a Spa Day

Miss A loves painted nails. This was the first time she actually 'painted' nails on someone else. Yes, the real deal. Real nail polish ton hat made it on my moms' clothes, on our rag and all over my moms' nails. She was so serious while she was painting nails and toes, as can be seen from the pictures.

One More Thing ...

I've realized that being 'overdue' with a baby is turning into an expensive hobby. My mom, Miss A and I have been shopping and finding all kinds of great things. Little Miss Baby-to-be has new outfits, head bands, and hair bows. The Iron Chef will wish things happened sooner than later. :)

So, happy shopping to me. Maybe being overdue isn't such a bad thing after all.

March of the Penguins

I'm officially overdue, overdue and the Iron Chef informed me I'm walking around like a penguin. Maybe it was the black stretch pants, TIGHT white top and long sweater I had on that made him think I resembled a penguin. Or, maybe it was the fact I'm probably carrying a 9 lber (or at least she feels that big), overdue, large, and most definitely wobble. Either way, I think I'll work on a penguin picture to post, for memories and for laughing.

I was at the grocery store yesterday, wobbling to the front door. Some woman said, "I think I'll just stop my cart right now, I'm swaying and can't keep my cart in control." My response, "Really? It's okay if you hit me. I'm overdue. Maybe getting hit by a cart would send me into labor." She laughed. I didn't.

So our days now consist of being 'normal' and continuing with regular day to day operations. As if I wasn't pregnant at all - 3-6 mile walks, grocery stores, shopping, etc, etc - all with a penguin type waddle.