Amirah Monet • 7 lbs 3 oz • 19 in • April 24, 2011 • 15:01
No real recipe, but:
chicken, noodles, alfredo sauce, vegetables, chipolte chiles in adobo sauce, cilantro
Rather exciting with the chiles.
Hopefully this is the last installment of monthly belly photos. I’m due tomorrow, so she should be here within the next week or two. And then this blog will be swamped with photos of the baby, not the belly!
I finished my last final this morning (and Bret finished on Saturday), so now we’re done with school. Until she comes, I really have nothing I need to do. Which is refreshing. (There are a lot of things I’ve been wanting to do, but haven’t had time, so don’t worry, I’m not just sitting around my apartment waiting.)
As far as pregnancy goes, there’s really not much to report. Things are just about the same as they’ve been for months. Honestly, I could probably be pregnant for a lot longer and physically do just fine. I haven’t reached the I-can’t-sleep-move-get-comfortable-or-do-anything stage, and I really don’t plan on ever reaching it. The only thing that is making me miserable is all the filthy pollen floating around.
It’s hard to tell, but if you look at the 39-week photo my belly is a little lower and less spherical. She’s sinking! I can still walk normally, but my hips and pelvic area definitely can tell someone is invading their space after a long active day.
She’s coming soon.
We’re excited.
Only three more days left! And finals are going to be easy-peasy. 
Last night (01/12/2011) we went on a quick grocery run to get some grapefruit and chicken. As we walked into the store, Bret seemed to instantly gravitate towards the donuts. Luckily, the grapefruit stopped him, and we were able to continue our shopping without donuts. We went looking for chicken, and on the way passed freezers full of ice cream.
b: “Tearsa, we need ice cream!”
t: “No we don’t.”
b: “Yes, you need ice cream! How have you forgotten this? Oh, never mind. It’s cheaper at Smiths. We’ll just get it there later.”
A few minutes later as we were getting ready to leave….
b: “Tearsa, I just want to look at something real quick.”
Right, you just want to look. Regardless of my apprehension, I followed–straight to the donuts.
b: “Which one would you like Tearsa?”
t: “I don’t want one.”
b: “But you need one!”
t: “No, if you want one, you can have one, but none for me.”
b: “Oh fine, let’s go. I’m not going to get one without you. But we could get some Starburst…”
t: “No.”
When we got home:
b: “I want a treat…can we make cookies?”
t: “Sure, make some cookies.”
The next morning:
b: “Yay, we have treats to bring to school today! Delicious cookies! How many do you want, Tearsa?”
t: “Just one.”
b: “You can’t have just one! You need at least two.”
Bret then hands me a bag with three cookies in it.
t: “Fine, I’ll have two. But I can’t take three or I’ll eat them all.”
b: “Exactly, you need them Tearsa!”
I put one of the cookies back.
I married a sugar monster. and no, I don’t have perfect self-control.
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