expecting

She's a brick house!

Today is my 29th birthday and I am 37 weeks pregnant. Unfortunately, I am spending the night by myself - Nate is at work and Emma is spending the week with my parents. I did get to celebrate the occasion a few nights ago with dinner and a movie with Nate. We saw Hangover and I'm still laughing, so tonight is not a total drag.

Sitting here by myself more than ready to welcome this new person into the world, I am contemplating what it means to be expecting. These have been my expectations during these last few weeks - most have not been met.

1. During the hot summer months, I'll be able to keep my cool.

I have never sweat so much in my life. I have to frequently tell coworkers not to get too close and am constantly apologizing to my patients. I am also not keeping my cool as well with Emma. My patience is about an inch long and I feel really bad. I hope she doesn't remember this ranting, irritable pregnant mom.

If you look closely you can see my new nasty stretch marks

2. People will keep their comments about my growing belly to themselves.
It will always amaze me the things complete strangers will say. It ranges from the mild "any day now, huh?" to "are you sure you're not having twins?" to "please try to keep your legs crossed until you leave the store so you don't go into labor on my watch". Yes, someone actually said this. Like if I happened to go into labor at the store the baby would somehow immediately fall out of me. Man people are dumb. I find the best approach is just to not make eye contact with anyone.

Regardless of my unreached expectations, I still am very excited to meet our little guy. Going through Emma's old things, I have been reminded how wonderful babies are despite the last nights and spit-up. So come on Mr. Isaac, we're ready to say hello!

Since it has been so long since I've posted, here are some pictures from our summer so far.

Cowgirl Emma

Emma wearing daddy's shoes

Emma and the birthday boy.

Emma helping daddy with his presents

The bfcw girls.

The bfcw kids Alex, Aidan, Emma, and Ivy.

Emma discovering "baby Eleanor".

Tromping through the park.

Running with daddy.

Practicing lacrosse so she can take on Uncle Josh.

Almost got it.