Well, we're down to our last week and a half. We've gone out to hear our friends Chris and Hashem play (I stayed up until 1am!) tried to get milkshakes at 11:30 pm in Manhattan before heading home that night, but the 24hr McDonald's was not serving ice cream! We went out for burgers and shake in New Rochelle the next night. The ice cream craving has kicked in at the last minute. We got free brownies too. Doug likes how I'm scoring us free desert. We got free rice pudding a month ago at a Mexican restaurant.
My first week off I've done a good job relaxing. I loaded up at the library, got stamps for announcements, organized our filing cabinet, and made some cold salads for the fridge relieved Doug of personal chef duties until I'm convalescing. And cleaning, no dishes allowed to sit in the sink, kitchen table staying clear, scrubbed floors!
I've had some random thoughts lately. There should be some universal wave or acknowledgement for pregnant strangers passing like the Harley motorcycle people. Staring blankly while passing seems weird. I've been passing a lot of other pregos this last month and we are socially unsure of what to do.
I read that the newborn may like familiar sounds from your daily routine from in utero; vaccuuming, talking, etc. So my days for the last 9 months have been me not talking in the basement at work and playing chromatic scales on various instruments. Wondering if Doug will have to play quiet scales to our swaddled baby.
3 bottles of Palmer's Cocoa butter lotion and no stretch marks!! I can't believe it. I leave in the morning smelling like chocolate, but it's paid off. Probably helps that I don't have firm, 20-something, model skin, for once an advantage!
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