Pregzilla

There are days when I have to take deep breaths so I don't turn into this...




(image courtesy of www.adorableideas.com)

The other day just happened to be one of "those" days. R cautiously approached me and said, "So I've got good news and bad news." I have no idea what he would even say, so I tell him to give me the bad news first. This is how the rest of the conversation went...

R: So you know how I was supposed to go to New York this weekend? (side note: R is going to NY for his God daughter's birthday)
Me: Yes?
R: Well as it turns out, it's actually next weekend. I got my dates wrong.
Me: Okaaay... (and then I quickly realize what this implies)
Me: Ummm you know that weekend is McB's (my sister) baby shower? AND we are supposed to take our baby basics care class on Saturday morning that I already rescheduled because you couldn't make the first one because of something.

And then it hits me. The last little detail, although it's not quite so little.

Me: AND Oliver comes home on Friday, so I will be alone with him all weekend?!?
R: There's nothing I can do...
Me: I need to practice my deep breathing now. By the way, where is the good news in this???
R: I'm going to be home this weekend after all.
Me: (eye roll) Grrrrr

Pregzilla stayed in her cave, but I will admit that it was really hard to keep her there! I informed R that this mental slip up has given me full leverage, aka he cannot complain about ANYTHING for a while. Hehe... I guess we will see how long I can milk that! ;)

Otherwise in the land of Big Momma, things are good. Construction is still steady and summer school is nearing an end. I am back on good terms with iron after switching to a supplement that my sister uses and recommends. This past week we met with our pediatrician for the first time and went on the hospital tour. The pediatrician is great and the hospital L&D rooms are SO nice! Of course I probably won't care where I am at that point, but the rooms are very spacious and new. It won't be too much longer until we are having to check in ... eeeek!

I am getting more and more curious what Little G is going to look like. Or maybe I should say who will he look like? Will he look more like his daddy or more like me? Or will he have distinct characteristics from both of us?

This was R way back when:



And then there's me:




The only things that we have been able to tell from the ultrasounds so far is that he has chubby cheeks and lots of hair!