A Very Round Birthday

I'm 23 today and 33 and a half weeks pregnant.

If you haven't watched the video on my other blog, you should.

Oh the Adventures You've Had, Baby

Someday I will tell the baby of how this duck tried to attack him or her and then how I made friends with it.





Confused? Read about it on Blog 1.0.

Hilarious

My mom sent me a package with some nice pants and shirts (thanks mom!) and in the bottom of the box was this:

Happy Valentine's Day

Love,

Brooke, Joe and the egg

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We went to dinner tonight and then saw a children's theater production of "Alice Through the Looking Glass" in which I encountered my kindred spirit:



Upon seeing this, Joe looks over at me and says: "Don't sit on any walls."

The Egg

So we've been calling the baby "the egg" for the last few weeks, primarily because my belly has taken on an egg-like shape, but partially because I sometimes joke that I'm going to pass the egg to Joe for a while as penguins do.

The other night I got stuck on my back in bed and realized I felt very much like humpty dumpty — like a big egg with arms and legs that couldn't get up.

Joe rescued me, of course.

I've also been really into the idea of having a pet turtle one day. Maybe it's because I feel a kinship with creatures that get stuck on their back ...

These are some pictures from 32 weeks.



See the egg shape?