Waiting

I am now officially more pregnant than I've ever been before.

Courtesy of Wigglebug Photography

Brown Eyed Boy was born at 36 weeks. I was totally unprepared. My baby shower wasn't for another week. We had no diapers. We wrapped Brown Eyed Boy in dish towels until we had a chance to buy some swaddling blankets.

I am now 37 weeks. I've had two baby showers. The bassinet is set up. The carseat is secured in the back of our car. The dresser is full of adorable little girl outfits, just waiting for a little girl to wear them.

The newest addition to the Brown-Eyed family can come any day now.

Seriously, any day.

Like, the sooner the better.

I'm not getting any younger here.

With Brown Eyed Boy, there was no anxious waiting, no sudden onslaught of contractions sending my hopes soaring, only to fizzle out hours later, no constant speculation about "when he might come." I was only pregnant for eight months. I never got into that "just get this baby out of me" mindset.

This is a whole new world for me.

I guess, while I wait, I will enjoy that never-gets-old feeling of my baby squirming and kicking inside of me. And eating all the Oreos I want. And sleeping. Sleep is a precious commodity these days. 

And soon, it will be even more so. 

But I can't wait.

Feeling large,

The Brown-Eyed Girl 

Valentine's Day

Happy late Valentine's Day! Since Mr. Brown Eyes had to work, Brown Eyed Boy and I made these

and delivered them to Mr. Brown Eyes and the guys at the station.

There's nothing like celebrating Valentine's Day by seeing my husband in uniform.

Sigh.

If you look at the cookie in the upper righthand corner, you will see Brown Eyed Boy's overzealous attempt at applying sprinkles.

They were everywhere.

But it's impossible to be mad at this face:

Besides, you can never have too many sprinkles.

Unless they're all over your floor.

Happy sprinkles day,

The Brown-Eyed Girl



Feeling Loved

Lately I've been complaining a lot.

About how so-and-so slighted me and I will never forgive her.

About how fat I am and how I wish I could just fit into my regular clothes again.

About how Brown-Eyed Boy won't let me sleep in.

About the annoying cat who meows outside my door, and the annoying inside cat who throws up on my floor.

About a certain co-worker who tries to dump all his work on me.

About how it's too cold, too hot, too early, too late.

About how I am a crazy, unstable, air-headed, swollen, hormone-ridden pregnant woman.

About how no one loves me and no one appreciates me.

About everything.

And then, this morning, as I was walking with a co-worker to what I thought was another dull meeting, he threw open the conference room door and I was greeted by pink streamers and table cloths and my family and co-workers shouting "surprise!"

They threw me a surprise baby shower. I almost cried.

Now I feel ashamed for all the complaining I've done. I don't have it badly. Not even close.

But when all I think about and care about is myself, it's easy to feel that way.

Thank you to my awesome sisters and everyone who helped out with the party. Thank you for making me feel loved. But also for reminding me that there are other people in this world besides me.

And I want them to feel loved, too.

Love,
The Brown-Eyed Girl