Chapter 5 - The Boring Season

Between the announcement and the arrival, what is there to share? 'G' is growing. 'S' is growing. It's a roller coaster of excitement at the peaks and bewilderment in the valleys. But in general it has been a gradual realization that a third member is joining, tipping the balance, elbowing her way into our storage/guest room.

For now, Peanut is just a throbbing lump in G's belly. Oh, by the way, G is all belly. Apparently women love to hear that. Maybe I will tell G she is all belly come February.

We find ourselves wondering what she will look like. Hoping she gets the best of each of us. But does that mean a second child would get the worst of us? I often picture a chubby little funny walk'n big eyed bow wearing ornery giggler staring up at me reaching for my hand, pulling me away from my work to rescue Bernie Bear from behind the couch, or maybe to show me some lint.

Enjoyable thoughts indeed. But first that little stinker will put us through some less enticing/just different phases; according to that book I scanned. I suppose it's best that I keep my expectations reasonable.

We got another pink oufit, we got our first set of diapers (the kind that protect the tender belly button. The diapers look like the panel that momma wears right now on the front of her trousers.

Could someone please explain the pink blue thing. If I were green, yellow, orange, purple, red, I would have developed an exlusion complex by now. Is there a surplus of pink and blue? Do pink and blue just have better lobbyists at the capitol?


G at about 30-31 weeks.