My eggs are on strike...psych!

I'll never forget a conversation with my college roomates where they shared their ovarian woes until finally proclaiming -- my eggs are on strike. Well my friends, mine are not -- for Ellie is going to be a big sister!

It's official. We are due with #2 the first week of October. Ellie seems...excited (can't you tell?) She does point to my belly when I ask her where the baby is...but I think she is equating belly button with a baby...hard to tell.

In other egg news, we had a fabulous Easter, wrapping up a week with some of our family in town. We did an Easter egg hunt, went to the zoo, and spent some time on carousels (Ellie's favorite...although she takes them VERY seriously...these are no slashie-activities folks...this is the big league). 

I was pretty happy with how all of our Easter outfits turned out, even though making a tie is a bit more of a project than I anticipated (can you say cut-on-the-bias and hand-sewing? yeah...there's goes the entire Wives and Daughters series on Netflix...)

Yeah...uhm....again.

I am done with pictures!

Shake, Shake, Shake Señora!

Another edition of my document-Eleanor's life so far-series. This is our 'belly party' video, or all the fun we had in being pregnant and expecting our little peanut. Since she was a surprise we normally called her whatever "size" my iphone app told me -- so pea-baby grew into blue-baby, then mango-baby, then basketball baby at the end!

I had such a great pregnancy (thanks Mom for the good genes!!) and had pretty smooth sailing except for the famous frozen yogurt meltdown. (no footage there....dang....some things are better left for the imagination, especially since the image of me weeping over watermelon sorbet is probably etched into my poor husband's conscience forever.

Enjoy!

40 weeks...or close enough

So no...I don't have a baby yet. 

And despite the serene appearance of these pictures, I am still the normal impatient person I have always been and am feeling very ready for a baby now, instead of a bump. 

So, these are my *last* official bump pictures...and here's hoping that this baby decides to greet the world sooner rather than later and put a big smile on Mom's face. My official due date is 13th/14th/15th (I believe the tide schedules in Maine are involved...as well as El Nino)..so baby is not late...yet. But somehow, I believed my darling alien would surely want to break free from the womb and stretch its limbs in a proper way. 

Apparently not. Apparently its more fun to gyrate in a way that would put Shakira to shame inside of a stretched abdominal cavity, rather than the great wide wonder of the world.

So, I am resigned to rotate back and forth at night like some hot dog at the 7-11 station, and I am considering having a plaque installed on my favorite bathroom stall. Come on...let's start this party baby...get your game face on and join us!!

Is Michael ready? Well...the Daddy-to-be has chosen to celebrate these last few days of fatherlessness by killing Cubans and Russians in a drug-induced torture frenzy (e.g. Call of Duty: Black Ops). Maybe not a time-honored tradition of yore, but he has been game for nightly eating-out dates while we revel in the lack of a carseat/infant SUV. Parenthood...here we come. 

38 Weeks