a world of extremes

pregnancy is less wonderful in the last handful of weeks than it was a couple months ago. there was a wonderful baby shower where i was able to see some dear friends- two even flew in from maryland. there's the darling bassinet we put together sitting next to our bed, ready for its little occupant to make its arrival.

but there's also the heat. a scorching heat wave that makes your face feel like it's about to melt off. even worse in a car without air conditioning.

then there's the pregnancy-related blister-type thing that set up camp on my upper lip. that bled and bled and bled and eventually had to be removed. imagine- 91/2 months pregnant, lying on the doc's table, primed for surgery. the shot, the little whizzing machine that pressed a burning into my face (and gave off a whiff of burning flesh) and seven stitches in this sticky, sticky heat.

brutal.

then little bubba. apparently, at one of my doctor appointments, he measured a bit big. an ultrasound was prescribed where the technician determined the not-so-little guy was already a bouncing almost-9 pounds. and that was a week and a half ago! she made note that he has the chubbiest cheeks she's ever seen- look at that chin!

but now that surgery's done, and ma's flown in to help, i think we're ready for him to get here.

where's the director who's going to shout 'ACTION!' to get this show going???