The Little Things

I have never been quite as pleased to find out that someone has the hiccups as I was this morning. Woot! Go Sprout! Practice that breathing.

A fine curvature!

A curious thing has happened over the past few doctors' appointments -- because we're a low risk pregnancy, and there don't seem to be any complications, we're in and out of there in about as much time as it takes to cook a steak.  The big news from our last visit, it seems, is that Beth has excellent blood stats (no anemia, no diabetes), and more importantly, a fine curvature.  I didn't know this was a thing, but since it is, it's clearly time to document it.

Also there are baby clothes.

Sprout Art

Photographies!  I've just finished processing these, and they will be going up in the nursery as soon as they're printed.  We wanted something hyper-saturated, because (as you will see once it's put together and the pictures go up) the furniture and most of the walls are going to be done in relatively muted whites and blonde-and-really-dark wood tones.

Even as I write this, Beth is sewing together a super-colorful rug made of my old t-shirts (also being happy because it looks great and growling because it takes so freakin' long) -- the rug and these prints are definitely some of the focal points for the room.  Yay non-store-bought art!

Dear Sprout,

Please stop pressing up against my lungs.  It's alarming to have to concentrate on breathing.

Love, Mama

A window upon this, my future

I am all but positive that the Sprout will make this exact face at us.  I suspect that it will be a way to distract us from the fact that she has covered the cat in pudding.

Haiku for the Changing Season

Out of reach of hands,

My feet redden in the cold.

Seek clogs, tiny toes.

         ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Sandals set aside,

No more slipping in and out...

Must prop foot on chair.