little gifts my baby boy leaves for his mom..

three pimples, wider feet and inablity to sleep longer than five hour stretches....groovy. I remain a wee wee bit on the grumpy/weepy/estatically happy side. Less than eight weeks to go, and each day hammers in the facts..

there is a baby in my belly and I am the mama.

Wowsers.

I read all the pregnancy books, listen with great sarcastic interest the " advice" from celebrity moms....I plan detailed projects..( this week's is to plant flowers in my yard) usually to be derailed by ..my lack of energy..kinda like ordering more than you can eat..although that is an awful analogy right now...

baby boy...

he hates ultrasounds..refuses with great intensity to reveal his entire unobstructed face..rests his head on his hand as if to say.." enough already momma I am busy"..what he does love is music like his daddy and some call them hiccups, I like to think he is giggling.:)

I dream in

belly 3 d...waking up checking to make sure it ( the belly) is still there..then a light nudge or push..so my boy will push back..just to know he is there and fine..

hot

isn't the term I use when I first look in the mirror in the morning..puffy, pregnant, shocked...much better choices...

and so it is..on a Saturday in preggoville.

I officially bid adieu to my waistline yesterday...with a touch of

sadness..yeah, I know...selfish, but hey, I'm honest..I opened up my trunk and with one flick of my wrist, tossed away my vanity...my beloved 25 and 26 inch waisted True Religion jeans. then I went back upstairs to focus my energies on my favorite pregnancy passion...eating...i wish i could just jump into a pool of ranch dressing and live there...I can't get enough! and when not dreaming in ranch, I am staring at my ultrasound, proudly already determing that he has his father's profile..:)