Bye Bye Toes!

So, we're at 27 weeks and 5 days now ... that means there's roughly 87 days left till our due date. That's also only 44 days of work, not counting time off for vacation (yeah!). I have one more business trip scheduled and then I won't set foot on an airplane again until May 2009. That also means no more hotel stays or hauling luggage thru an airport security line and most importantly, no more trips to the cold north called Minneapolis until this time next year.

What this does mean is baby showers, nursery decorating, nesting, shopping for that perfect "coming home" outfit and the fact that I can't see a thing past the top of my belly ... Not even my belly button, much less my toes!

Can you tell I'm getting excited about the prospect of Bubbles' arrival yet? And for all of you that have been asking what I look like now, here's a picture to show you just what I mean.

All is well with me and except for the normal pregnancy aches, pains and general stuff, I still feel really good. Sleeping, or not sleeping actually, is starting to get a bit more frequent. Of course, it doesn't help that the dog, cat and Justin seem to think I'm the only heater in the house. If it gets the least bit chilly, it doesn't take long for one or two of them to decide they need to cuddle up with me. Cleo (the cat) has decided that kneading her paws on my side is her new favorite game. She'll knead her paws for a few seconds, then stop while the baby pushes back, then start up again. Neither one seems to care that I'm caught in the middle of their little game.

Work on the nursery will be starting soon now that the bedding has arrived. My sister, Ashley, has gratiously offered her design and artistic services to create a unique nursery for her niece. Once she's completed the work, I'll be sure to post a few pictures of it. I'm sure that it will turn out better than I could even imagine.

Let's see ... next Monday is the dreaded 1-hour glucose test and I'm really hoping I don't fail it as I have no desire to subject myself to the 3-hour version. I've heard all about how nasty the sugar drink is so once I've had the pleasure of the experience, I'll weigh in on if its as bad as I've been told. I'm also not too thrilled about getting up on the scale. I feel as if I've ballooned in the last week, despite my best efforts to exercise and eat healthy. If the look on Justin's face when I got home from the airport last night is anything to go by, it could be interesting. Being the good husband that he is though, he quickly gave me a huge hug and told me I looked beautiful. That, combined with a crazy boxer bouncing all over the house and making me laugh, successfully averted a melt-down.

That's it for now. I'll let everyone know how the doctor's visit goes next week. Wish me luck!

Love you all,

Lucretia