I’m 31 weeks pregnant today. This baby could come in 5 to 8 weeks and anywhere in between. WOW! Where did the time go?

I’m in that phase of the third trimester that gives me an anxious feeling. I’m anxious to meet this little boy, NAME HIM, and see how the family dynamics change b/c of him. I’m anxious to care for a newborn again. That newborn smell, his little fingers and toes, his coos, his toothless grin. I can’t wait!

Now my big wonderment is: Will the next 5-8 weeks go by fast or slow? I hope they go by fast and that I get all my Christmas shopping done soon. LOL

My hands reak of garlic. Last night I made stromboli. We had Italiano night! Speghetti and Stromboli! But, now I fear that my hands will never lose this garlic smell. Don’t get me wrong, it smells pretty darn good and other than the fact that vampires will probably not bite my hand I’m afraid I might heat up some sauce and start dippin’ fingers.

I hate the day before Michael leaves. The time goes by fast enough and being pregnant and homeschooling helps make it even faster but the week he’s home makes me realize how much I miss him when he’s gone. I know that I’m just hormonal and stuff but I had to choke back tears when this conversation occurred at my parents’ dinner table tonight.

Dedo: “Benny, tell Papa who on TV reminds you him when he’s gone!”
Benny: “Sponge Bob!”
Papa: “You know what? Sometimes when I’m watching TV and I catch Sponge Bob, I always watch it.”
Benny: “Why?”
Papa: “Because I think that maybe you guys are watching it at the same time.”

Can I get a collective “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww”? *sniff sniff*