Sunday, July 03, 2011
Uhhhhhh, ya. We're not 100% sure about that one.
Aaaannd moving right along...
Hazelnut now weighs about as much as a butternut squash! ~2.5 lbs and a little over 15 inches long. And let me tell you, this baby is a mover and a shaker! He's constantly on the go (unless of course someone wants to feel/see the movement, then he falls instantly into a deep sleep). During my last two doctor visits, the doc was unable to calculate the beats per minute when listening to the heart beat because every few seconds Hazelnut would give the doppler a good boot then roll away. What a precocious little gaffer... we're so proud!
I have fairly random and unconnected thoughts to share, and as my deteriorating brain is no longer capable of subtle segues and ingenious transitions, I'm opting for point form.
1. CANADA DAY! Lowell and I looooove celebrating Canada's Birthday, and we drag Kumeu right into it with us.
While we thoroughly enjoyed the local Canada Day festivities, I couldn't help but wish that I was in Shareen's shoes. Not only did she get to spend Canada's birthday in our nation's capital with Carlynne & Dan... but she was a mere TEN FEET AWAY from PRINCE WILLIAM & KATE. And it gets better. Kate made EYE CONTACT and WAVED RIGHT AT HER!!! I'm all sorts of shades of green with envy!
2. We recently watched ‘Never Say Never’ with our small group pals, and I uncovered a deep, loyal and undying love for Justin Bieber (not even kidding). I didn’t even know his songs before, but now? Now his tunes are definitely going to dominate my labour mix!
3. Because of his visual impairment, Lowell hasn't really SEEN our baby kicking (i.e., my belly jiggling). Over the past couple of weeks, however, during our Healthy Pregnancy classes (taught by the lovely, knowledgable Cherri- Kylie's mama), Hazelnut's kicks made my name tag shake and bounce...and Lowell could SEE it! I then made him stare at my name tag for the remainder of the class. And since then, I've done a lot of putting-paper-on-belly-and-making-Lowell-stare (which he is MORE than willing to do).
4. Comments about my hugey hugeness have been on the rise. When people learn that I still have 11 weeks to go, they generally react with shock. One man suggested perhaps I was carrying twins, and here's a typical out-of-the-blue interaction with my loving husband:
Lowell: Should I pour some water over you?
Me: ummmmm, no thanks... why?
Lowell: Because you look like a beached whale.
Hardy har har! He also particularly enjoys standing in the doorway chuckling while I struggle to put my shoes on. All in good fun, my friends. All in good fun...
Here's a final glimpse of my growing abdomen. And please note the glorious (temporary) reprieve of my support hose. They were sent back because of a manufacturers flaw. Not so good for the veins, but simply divine during this flip flop weather!