Pregnancy week 30... It's all on the downhill now.
The Hater and I went to an all-day childbirth class yesterday. It was painful, and I'm not just referring to the awful chairs we sat in for 8 hours. It was one of those things that we knew we really needed to do, but that didn't make it any less tolerable. The highlight of the day was the grilled cheese sandwiches we had for lunch.
And as if playing pregnancy games all day long yesterday wasn't enough, The Hater really stepped up today and helped me with some creative belly shots this afternoon. He earned a whole page of gold stars in my book, especially since we were playing painting and photography games while we were cheering for the Cardinals to beat the Eagles.
This belly theme is one of my favorites, and I think we got some good shots out of it. The idea is ripped from one of my favorite hymns, but I'm very doubtful that God's going to get knotted-up over plagiarism. More plagiarist photos to follow...
The Hater has gone to play poker tonight, and I've already started mourning the fact that I have to get up and work tomorrow and he gets to stay in bed. I'm pretty sure I'm not going to hold it against him personally.
Meanwhile, this baby is putting on weight like a little heifer. The movement in my belly really surprises me sometimes. It's moved from consistent jabbing in my lowest right ribs to more of an attempt to cuddle with Mommy's lung, which isn't nearly as painful. A few days ago I played some music through earphones to my belly, and this kid has never wiggled so much.