Blowing Past October

My, its been a busy few weeks. With Halloween activities and being 8 months pregnant, it seems like we always have just enough to do in the day before we collapse into bed. Oh, and did I mention in the past two months we have (1) built a new shed (by "we" I mean John) (2) painted the nursery (3) painted Jack's room (4) painted the TV room, (5) completely resurfaced the pool and (6) planted a vegetable garden

Anyone who thought John's "get it all done before the baby arrives" flurry hasn't kicked in has not been paying attention. Those of you close to us will recall John building an addition onto our house just before Jack arrived. Nothing like construction to make you get in the spirit of birthing.

I continue to be completely noncommital about almost everything, including fabric for the nursery curtains which my mother in law kindly keeps sending me samples,praying that one of them will finally hit a chord. And names? Don't even ask. I'm sure there is a new choice for the baby's name right around the corner that will come to me in a dream or something.

Ginger the dog has moved into hyper-protective anxiety mode. She can't decide whether to sleep next to Jack, pregnant mom, or under the bed to hide from it all. And since we are all sleeping in our bed, due to paint fumes, it makes things even more confusing. Ginger: "Are they going to pack up in the middle of the night and leave me? Maybe they're meeting to discuss whether to get rid of me. I better stay close."

And finally the small change into fall weather bringing slightly cooler temperatures has set off some inner maternal I-must-cook-comfort-food thing in me causing me to make loaves of zucchini bread dredged up from memories of my childhood and beef stew and gumbo. Meanwhile, 32 weeks of pregnancy has caused my pelvis to feel as if it will split apart at any moment.

Oh, was this supposed to be about Jack? Sorry. He's doing great.