The doctor says any day now….
The doctor says any day now….
Right in line with the soup post…. This weather makes for some cold ass cheeks (read that however you like).
Actual temperature 41F; feels like 32F. I’ve given in and am now wearing a beanie again.
It’s that time of year again, when warm liquid food starts sounding really good. Our neighbor keeps saying what a nice November it’s been, and I can only inwardly sigh and feel sorry for the Germans, who have a very strange sense of what ‘good’ weather constitutes. We’ve been having lots of cold and fog. So much fog that the skyscrapers of Frankfurt can’t be seen for days on end. Add to that a few sprinkles of rain, and you can understand why I dream of an escape to Arizona.
Instead, and in preparation of Roo’s coming, I decided to mass produce several liters of soup for our freezer. We now have potato soup, carrot soup, and creamy pea soup ready to go!
Winter, do your worst! Roo, please be gentle :)
Literally. Cabbage Patch Kids’ laundry day. I know I already said this, but I am smitten!
(This list is longer than the early days and the middle days due to the fact that my belly has taken on epic proportions in this final trimester. And I didn’t believe them when they said I wouldn’t believe just how big it can get…)
Wondering where my feet are.
Not looking forward to putting socks on.
Not remembering why I got up to go to the kitchen although conceivably I had a really good reason. I guess I’ll get a snack while I’m there…
Watching my belly literally take on a life of its own. Is he doing the wave in there?!
Feeling like a druggie with my little baggie of Tums. It’s easier than carrying around the 150-pack.
Knowing a belly growth spurt must be coming because of the fact that I’ve been craving (and eating) meat for 7 days straight. (Even more interesting considering I am a near-vegetarian.)
Noticing that the fronts of most of my shirts are starting to pill. That’s what you get from too much belly rubbing!
Going to look out the window and running into the glass with my belly.
When Roo gets the hiccups. And it rattles my bladder.
Hearing my tummy in its new location up under my rib cage when it rumbles.
Realizing how soft the skin inside my now popped-out belly button is.
It’s that time of year again, when winter begins its slow and steady approach. Although we are still safely in the plus digits, this Arizona girl has busted out her warm winter boots and down jackets (thank goodness one or two still fit!). In Frankfurt, there was a persistent fog hanging over the skyscrapers until yesterday. And one sure sign it’s getting chilly, even the Germans aren’t sitting outside as much – my favorite little coffee house is starting to burst at the seams.
But there are definitely some nice sides to this inevitable change of seasons. Cozy things like homemade soup for dinner, reading a book cuddled under a blanket, and clementines. I love them! They’re like little packets of sunshine and goodness!