Maybe we should add Bret or C.C. to our list of names

Someone asked me today if I'm still feeling pretty well and my answer was a flat-out "no." As Colin put it, I've hit the wall.

For one, I've definitely been more comfortable in my life. When I started wearing the maternity clothes many months ago (how many inches of snow were on the ground then?) I couldn't believe that someday they wouldn't fit over my belly. Well, my friends, that day is here. I am left with few options in increasingly stifling weather.

Also, I want to meet this kid already. We can't want to see what kind of personality he/she has, although if last night was any indication, life should be pretty interesting. I was getting ready to go to sleep and Colin came up to say good night, and he also was talking to Lilo a little bit.

"Keep talking," I told him after I felt a little bit of movement. Colin said the only thing that immediately came to mind was the episode of "Scrubs" he was watching, in which a patient in a coma had a wish to have Poison songs played to him, so the hospital staff had a recording of "Talk Dirty to Me" playing over and over.

Sadly, I know all the words to the song -- Poison being one of my high school favorites, I'm somewhat (but not entirely) embarrassed to admit -- so I started singing it, with Colin joining me on the chorus. Wouldn't you know it, Lilo started rockin' in there, moving around and giving us some really hard fist pumps or kickin' dance moves.

(I should add that it also moves around when I'm singing in the car to things like "I Have Confidence" from "The Sound of Music," so its tastes don't just run toward hair metal.)

Here's to another 10 days!

38 weeks

Well, here we are, just about at 38 weeks. At my prenatal yoga class last night, I commented how when I started going to the class at about 15 weeks, it seemed like forever until I'd be close to the end of my pregnancy. The weather could be a little cooler, and my feet could still be a little less swollen, but all in all I'm feeling pretty well and we're pretty well set and ready.

My good friend Gwyn is a really talented photographer, and she offered to take some pictures of Colin and me before the baby comes. Here's some of what she shot this morning -- thanks to her for capturing us so wonderfully.