bumpgate. week 34.

Boy/girl, girl/boy| Boy is the word, is the word, that you heard. It's got a groove, got a meaning (ah-ha-ha).

The icks| This has been somewhat better than last month, although every now and again a smell offends the nose. Nothing really appeals to me per se as far as food goes but I'm not starving. Clearly. I'm sleeping just fine for a 34 week pregnant lady. I'm working out every day with my band to support the torpedo I've got out front. No heartburn. So really - no complaints. I just love being pregnant. There internet. I said it.

The LB's| I was told at my appointment yesterday that I'm up 14 pounds. It must have been the Big Mac. We will go with that.

The eats| Matt brought home these lovely Christmas Debbie Cake wonders. Every year I become a child again when they grace the shelves of the supermarkets. I have several packs a day. Not sure how long that weight gain standstill will last with this on the home front though with those in the pantry. Iced Tea, my love, how I could count the ways. I am a vision of health.

The movings around happening on the inside| I'm counting more so than I have with any other baby only because the midwife at my last visit informed me that's a good way to watch for a warning with any cord issues. I call bluff because both the other two were champion movers and they both had cord things soo.... liar liar. But I am paying attention just the same. Who am I to tempt fate? He moves all the time. And he loves tea.

On the nesting front| Christmas shopping, check. Christmas wrapping, check. Christmas card order and label creation, check. Christmas decorating, check. Exterior illumination, check. To say I've been in a festive and particularly productive mood would be an understatement. JOY TO THE WORLD.

And here is an attempt at a 'kiss your brother in the belly' shot that ended in shameful failure:



  1. I love that you attempt to use a non maternity shirt to cover your 34 week belly. I did that all the time (because I am el-cheap-o) and there have been many tops lost because they were too stretched out lol... I have them saved for the next bump since right now they just look ridiculous on. The whole "kiss your brother" thing... is Letty getting there is a baby in there? Im assuming David has no idea lol.

  2. Do you speak of the white frosted Little Debbie Christmas Tree snack cakes? Oh sweet baby Jesus I LOVE those. Love. Love so much I can't have them in my house because I'll maw on the whole box and leave nary a crumb behind. Said mawing will take place over the course of 48 hours absolute tops.

    Also, I think Baby D must love them. I mean, who wouldn't?

  3. i love that david is holding a truck in his hand. of course that super boy. at least letty got it right :)

  4. I too am loving the non-maternity shirt over the longer one! And I cannot believe you are 6 weeks or less to meeting this little guy! Stop it with that Christmas being done crap.....I haven't even made a Thanksgiving shopping list yet. Bahaha!

  5. Cute photo! Yay, glad it's going so well! Your bump is lovely : ) I'm so impressed with all your organization. It just hit me that baby is due in 8 weeks which means Christmas is less than 6! Thanks for inspiring me to get my a into g :)

  6. Doesn't look like a fail to me, looks downright festive and adorable! I couldn't get Chris to budge on any of those fun festive boxed plastic wrapped cake things. And, shopped AND wrapped? dude. dude. Where do you even put it?

  7. I'm dying. That picture is seriously the most adorable thing I have EVER seen! And I loved being pregnant too. Although some of my posts would have most thinking otherwise.. but besides the need to itch my skin off nonstop, restless leg syndrome, puking, nausea, headaches, heartburn and the pinched nerves..I loved being pregnant. There really is nothing more amazing, is there? Can't wait to meet that sweet babe!

  8. Little Debbie is the best woman in the world. Her sweet little treasures get me every.single.time.

    Love the belly, girl you are going to pop any day and I can't wait! Oh and love the one where you are wrangling the kiddos close to the belly...why do they never, ever pose right when we need them to? Just one perfect pic is all we are asking


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