We are singers in my household.  Not in the traditional sense that we sing along with the radio, but in a strange sort of embarrassing thank-god-I-found-someone-that-puts-up-with-me way — we make up ditties about anything.  Preferably ones with really strained rhymes and made-up words.

You know, like the one Chris sang to my belly tonight:

Maia Papaya / Likes to fry-a / FISHIES!

And then he tickled me until both of his girls were kicking.

I so love this man.

I sprinkle my conversations with the word ‘fuck’ like Martha Stewart sprinkles her cupcakes with … sprinkles.  There are other, dirtier words that get used around here pretty often too.  It’s not uncommon for me to refer to my husband (laughingly) as a prick or an asshole, and we’ll just say that the c-word is not taboo around here either (although never directed at me!)

How long can we continue to swear like sailors once the baby is here?  I figure I should probably stop as soon as I’m done with the whole “giving birth” thing.  In fact, I should probably stop sooner than that, since it’s an unladylike habit anyhow.

But fuck me, it’s gonna be difficult…

My boobs are hot all the time, like, temperature-wise. I mean, they’re pretty sexy too I guess, but seriously, they’re like little raging infernos on my chest. It’s kind of interesting, and at least I have some way to keep my hands warm if they get cold.

But by the end of the day, they kinda ache. This could be because my nipples are standing at attention all day long, no joke. Maybe if they’d calm the fuck down and take a nap or something, my boobs wouldn’t be like OH MY GOD DON’T LET THE SHEET TOUCH US when I get into bed.

This post brought to you by the “this is possibly tmi for my mommy and it’s not one of those posts she’ll share with the family” foundation.

My favourite thing about the baby right now is that when she moves, it changes my entire belly.  I can see, and feel, the ripple of her body under my skin.  There’s pressure where she is, and I can touch whatever piece of her is pressed tight to the boundaries of my body… and she’ll respond by moving away, or kicking somewhere else.  It’s amazing.