There are so many pictures of Malachi I want to take and send to everyone, but the best ones are from up close when I’m breastfeeding, with my boob in the picture, can’t send them.
(can’t I? won’t I?) I can, but I won’t. His little hands and face is kiiiiillin me (in a good way), though
Christopher started buying croissants so I started getting *what I’m calling Croissant Cramps.
- I peel the bread layer by layer and by the time it gets to the near-end, my hand is SCREAMIN pain with a cramp. It’s a Croissant Cramp and it took 30 minutes to completely go away
The name Malachi means “messenger of God.”
Cool: someone has already said to me he “wanted to know what his name means so I read his chapter in the Bible.”
3 days old and he’s already a little messenger
WELCOME, Malachi Kumar. I already love him so much it’s impossible. He’s perfect (eeeveryone says that about their kid. but I’m actually right)
Today is our two year wedding anniversary, I’m having a baby in 2 days. Two things that are so great, it’s silly
The amount of people who daily ask me about having a baby in less than a week “are you excited?” is STAGGERING. daily, multiple people per day
yes, I’m excited (???)
Now that I wear sleep dresses during the day, I wear too-small, too-tight shirts at night. All the clothes I own are too small and too tight (1 more week! I’ve made it this far!!)
Pregnancy Snoring is a thing + my husband waking up at 6:30 for work is a thing. The SADDEST PART about my third trimester is waking up and Christopher went to the guest room because I’m snoring too loud and he couldn’t sleep. Help me to not be so manly, get this bby out of me
My newest trick: buy sleep gowns that kinda look like dresses (but are as soft & comfy as a sleep gown) and I get to wear my pajamas all day long. I only wear sleep gowns now
Only 9 more days until I get rid of this beEeEelly. Not being able to bend over to pull up my underwear has been the most annoying part of being pregnant, no contest
(someone pls prepare to support me if it all doesn’t go away as soon as I give birth)
I’m just really into the Mulan soundtrack these days as I get closer to my due date. what does this mean
I’m nesting, but in a shopping for clothing “I need this, I deserve to treat myself” kind of way. not! saving! money! like! I! should! be!
I’ve found 3 chocolate chips on the floor in the last week because 1. I store them on my lap until I can eat them and they get lost under my belly’s hangover 2. then I transfer onto something and they fall out. It’s like I’m leaving a little (poisonous to Achilles if she finds them first) trail around the house of where I’ve been
Nothing has made me overemotional so far (like every article I read about pregnancy said I’d be) except the thought that Achilles will feel replaced by the baby or she won’t feel like I love her the most anymore. Christopher accidentally made me cry about it this morning, I looked into her eyes last night and started crying about it, she licked my leg for a treat and I started crying about it. gooooooooooooooooooood grief. 2 more weeks (?!!)
Two hiding spots that have popped up:
1. Under my belly, like under the part that sticks out above the top of my pants.
2. In my cleavage, because my boobs have gotten [too] big.
I’ve found missing food, eating utensils, pens, dried fruit. like treasure chests on my body!
I don’t remember anything about my dreams, but I wake up with phrases in my mind that I can’t get out. This morning it was, “He’ll continue to do her bidding, even though he has no ties to her.”
And yesterday, “I don’t know much except that I want to eat the eggplant.”
I’m 34 weeks and baby can be born any day (premature but healthy)???? This is starting to feel very, finally real. Ya girl is [about to be] a MAMA
jk I’ve had Achilles for 10 years, she counts