I am still here and still pregnant. I have lots I want to write about but I’ve had 3 days of relatives and I still have to have breakfast out with my parents, sister, and her kids.
Our small apartment is overflowing with baby stuff. It is making me exceedingly anxious.
My nephew is very curious about when this baby will arrive and what we will name him. My niece wants him to be named Gabriel and my nephew votes for Isaiah- actual reasonable names and I’m touched since they wanted their sister born last year to be called “Toilet.” My nephew kept telling me that when it’s time for the baby to be born, I needed to call the doctor fast and have him cut the baby out. Nice.
More later, but for the moment all that matters is that nothing has happened yet.