Life as of Late
These are two of my nieces. Not my blood relative nieces, but nieces just the same. I went to school with their mom, Rachel, and we've remained close enough that all 4 of her kids call me Auntie Ali. When I went to visit this past weekend only these two of the girls were home - Alia, 5.5 months, and Taylor, 9 years.
The coolest thing about this? Alia was named partially for me, so that they could call her Ali. She is quite possibly the best baby I have ever met in my entire life. And definitely not because she was named for me - but as an example, she sat on my knee on Saturday for 5 hours, smiling and banging her hands on the table, completely content.
Now, her 3 year old sister Taryn on the other hand is a holy terror, who both of her parents refer to as "my child from another mother." She is wild and crazy and full of attitude, and I love her. But I love the other 3 just as much.
Last week, the husband's best friend Mike came into the city for a quick overnight to take care of some personal stuff. While he was here the two of them went out to "rent a movie" and came back with Rockband (Mike's purchase) - the new game for most of the systems where you can play guitar, drums, or sing like you're in a real band.
The husband was giddy with excitement as he's been talking about this game for months. I do get why he wants it as it's a pretty cool idea, but those huge instruments in an apartment with a baby? Possibly not the best combination.
And finally, it seems I've turned into the chubby kid. That's not to say that I was particularly willowy before I got pregnant, but now it's official. I've gained 17 pounds so far, which at just over 33 weeks is not too bad, but every bit of it has settled directly at the bump.
A few weekends ago while the husband and I were doing stuff around the house I was wearing one of his t-shirts. Most people would think that was a good idea - you know, it would be all loose and comfy. Ha! Not on me! If I pulled it right down it barely covered my belly, and in truth it just sat part way down, with about 4 inches of skin sticking out of the bottom. The husband was teasing me because I kept saying I felt like the fat kid at camp.
In truth though, I've been wearing both maternity and regular clothes, which seem to be fitting me as well, they're just a little more snug.
But the other day I pulled on one of my favourite button-up shirts. It's cute and plaid and has sort of a modern day cowgirl feel...and...well, um...just look...
Needless to say, this shirt has been retired until the Bean makes an appearance.