On Becoming a Mama Bird

Well, folks, it appears the nesting has officially begun. I just completed my first baby project--a baby quilt! Details and more photos at The Tilted Tulip...

Fumbling Numbers

I've never been what you might call a whiz-bang mathmetician, finding numbers to be quite a baffling part of my daily existence, and that paired with my ever-progressing case of "mommy brain" (an apparantly irreversible brain melting condition beginning at conception in which the baby slowly siphens away your brain cells) has left me quite dazed and confused of late.  I just can't seem to wrap my brain around this whole 9 months/40 weeks thing.  It doesn't help that during pregnancy 4 weeks equals 1 month, which means that 40 weeks is actually 10 months, although they begin counting the 40 weeks two weeks prior to conception, because supposedly that's easier to track, so technically a full-term pregnancy is only 38 weeks (and lots of people deliver early), which sorta helps me get where the whole "9 months" thing came from, but ultimately I'm utterly and totally confused at all times about just how long the bun has technically been in the oven.  (To make matters worse, I'm highly impatient when it comes to baking, resulting in many an undercooked pastry, which I readily devour anyway because I'm a) pregnant, and therefore ALWAYS HUNGRY, and b) convinced that I've waited an eternity already and just don't care.  Let's hope that I give the baby enough time to cook properly!)

The funny thing about the whole pregnancy calculation issue is that my starting date is Jan 1st, which should seem to make this counting thing easy as pie.  It should, but yet somehow it doesn't.  Basically, I'm just not a numbers lady.  

For what it's worth, I did the math for you all and today starts my 20th week.  Holy Moley--that's half-way!  Jeepers, I best start the nesting soon...

You're Fit, My Gosh, But Don't You Know It

Meet the newest addition to our little family (No--I did not give birth prematurely!):

A shiny new Honda Fit! After a fair bit of haggling (our mad Hong Kong bargaining skills sure came in handy), we became the proud owners of this little wonder. Honestly, it still blows my mind a bit to think we bought something this shiny and expensive. (Have I mentioned it's shiny?) I've never owned a car with less than 70,000 miles on it, and at the moment, our lovely Fit has a whopping 144 miles to her name. I just can't wrap my brain around it.

It's gonna take some getting used to, as I still automatically roll down the windows when I get in, mentally preparing for a long, hot drive, only to remember a few miles down the highway that this baby comes equipped with Air-Conditioning! So nice!

Anyway, I'll spare you the rest of my raving, but I just felt the urge to share my excitement with my lovely readers. If you come visit us in San Diego, I'll take you for a spin. (She looks really nice when the setting sun reflecting off the ocean hits her curves just right. She's quite the beauty!)

With nothing better to do with my time, I couldn't help but run outside to pose with her. I would've clambered on the hood, but my ever expanding belly is getting a wee bit cumbersome these days.

Belly Laugh

How I've been spending my weekends...lounging and laughing.  I need to enjoy this time while I still have it.