I've been a slack blogger lately because my days consist of doing something that's fun, then getting really tired and sore from it and spending the rest of the day/night icing my ribs, taking a hot bath, and sulking about how when I'm not doing either of those things I'm just gritting my teeth against this crazy pain. AND I HAVE THREE MORE MONTHS! Sorry, not yelling at you. I've quickly gone from, "Wow! Only three more months!" to "Ughghh how am I going to last three more months?!" Actually I go back and forth between the two daily.
Anil went to Miami this weekend for a college friend's bachelor party while I had a Boston baby shower--brunch with some awesome Beantown girls. I've been wanting to write just the right words for the baby showers that we've been given, because they were each so wonderful and unique, and I've been avoiding it because I've been so grumpy every time I've sat at my computer. And it's hard to concentrate right now when the cupcake is doing gymnastics in my belly. You can see my belly moving around and poking out here and there; it's pretty funny.
So for now I'm going to post a couple of past-due pictures. I'm 28 weeks now, but this photo is from about 25 weeks.
Looking bigger, huh?
Oh, and in honor of Halloween, here are two Great Pumpkins recently seen around Boston:
Anil and I carved the pumpkin on Halloween, saving me from a hormonal meltdown that can be summed up like this: "You're home late and now it's dark and we can't carve the pumpkin and now we missed Halloween and you have to work on Thanksgiving and probably on Christmas too and we'll never have a holiday with just the two of us again and... okay... deep breath... I know I'm being crazy..." And then we carved the pumpkin like we said we would, put it outside with a candle, took pictures, then went back inside and ordered Chinese food that we ate at 9:30 before going to bed before 11 p.m.--at about the time we heard the BC students on our street heading out for their Halloween parties. That's the thing about our life. Things won't happen when they "should," and we (okay, I) can't get stuck in the shoulds. Holidays might happen a day before or after the actual date some years depending on Anil's work schedule, and carving the pumpkin on the front stoop before the sun goes down turned into carving on the coffee table after dark, but what matters is that it happened. And our pumpkin makes me smile every time I go outside.
I call the pullover jacket in the picture above my Great Pumpkin jacket, and that's me wearing it to the Head of the Charles races in Cambridge. My friend Katie and I went all the way to Cambridge (that emphasis is for her because she's a true Boston girl and bristles at crossing the river to Cambridge) just to eat kettle corn and drink apple cider. Mission accomplished and well worth it. In the photo with the cider cups, you can make out people rowing in the Charles River below (or you can at least believe me when I tell you that that speck is someone rowing on the Charles--you can click to zoom in and see much more), so we did see some actual rowing too.
I don't remember exactly, but it's a fair bet that this day was followed by me making waffles and icing my ribs. Again though, like the arduous bus ride to Cambridge that Katie may never let me live down (note to self--bus is never faster/easier than the subway), the adventure was worth the discomfort. And I just walked into a giant metaphor for pregnancy in general... nice.
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