Washed a load of gender-neutral clothes so the baby won’t be naked until I get the right tub of clothes out after it’s born. First Ruby tried to put the teeny shoes on herself, then gave up and held each and every item up to my belly, then pulled on my belly and told the baby to come out so she could try them on it. If only it had worked. Must be a boy. My girls, with their love of clothes, would have listened. Sterling, on the other hand, would rather leave well enough alone and just be naked. 1.5 weeks to due date. Or 3.5 weeks to I-certainly-won’t-be-pregnant-still-no-matter-what. You know, whichever you prefer. Ruby taught me due dates can’t be depended upon. Should have got her some clothes out and told her she could try them on when she came out. For Ruby, that would have worked.

Photos taken. Now I just have to get them off the camera. One. Slow. Step. At. A. Time. These things just cannot be rushed. Or maybe it’s just me that cannot be rushed these days. Waddling takes effort, you know.