7 Quick Takes- the boy is clearly a genius

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Gosh I was such a mess yesterday.  Thanks for putting up with my whining and offering all your delicious tidbits of wisdom.  Not only did I take a nap (!!!!!) after writing that post, I also went to bed before midnight.  And so today I'm all

as opposed to yesterday's

Sleepy Tubbo Needs Advice

I am so tired right now.  Sleepy.  I feel like I could sleep for three days.

The midwife came.  Baby is officially in launch position and everything is looking good.

Oh, except that I've gained 45 pounds.  I asked her to check for triplets, but unless the other two are gestating in my buttcheeks, I'm just a tubbo.

Stop!  Right there!  Don't try to say anything about how great I looked in the 35 week profile shots!  Because brace yourselves- evidence of total chubby-wubbiness pending.  Note how the shirt can't even cover the belly all the way.  AND I'M EATING A POPSICLE!

He Won’t Ever get to be Pregnant

I used to envy my husband.

 Maybe envy isn’t even a strong enough word. Let’s start over.

 I used to nurse a precious little nugget of contempt for my husband. Because he…he will never have to be pregnant. He will never have to endure morning sickness or the feeling of a human’s head pressing firmly on his bladder from the inside. And don’t even get me started on labor and delivery and the lovely fourth trimester known as postpartum recovery from said labor and delivery. How terribly, horribly cruel it seemed to me.

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The 1st year comes to an end... FREAK OUT!

I feel like a bit of a poser (poseur?) saying this, but here goes: this is the last week of school for the 2011/2012 school year!  But...really?  Can it be?  I just don't feel like it was hard enough.  Usually by the end of the year I'm a dragging mess of exhaustion, just begging for freedom from the early mornings and the homework marathons.  And this year, when I expected to feel more exhausted and more of a mess, I feel strangely at peace.

Oh my gosh.  That means we didn't do enough!  We haven't done enough.  Clearly.  I should start panicking.  I should make them do summer school.  I should get out some flash cards or something, right?!?!?!?!

35 week Belly Pics and Birthday Poll

As promised (or threatened.  Whichever you prefer), 35 weeks and counting.

Incredibly artistic photo series courtesy of Mr. Dweej, bee tee dub.

7 Quick Takes Friday: Laugh 'til you Cry

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This video may be, hands down, the funniest thing on the internet. Ever. Since the invention of funny things. And the internet.

Toddler Jail and a some Hoarding {p. h. f. r.}

{pretty}

Isn't it lovely? Sigh. And it makes me so....