Father's day is soon. I'm thinking about getting
this for Ali. Stupid?
As of today we have 100 days until Bear Cub's due. I'm urging him to come out closer to the beginning of "full term," which is apparently on August 22, than to his due date, which is Sept 12. So far he's proved to be pretty unconcerned with what I tell him, though, so I'm not holding my breath.
I'm glad it's birth that we look forward to with this type of count-down and not death. Can you imagine? The time would fly in that case, I suppose, while it seems to crawl when anticipating the birth.
Aside from a mild flip-out on Monday I am still quite happily pregnant, proud of my bump that keeps me up at night and makes me waddle.
Ali's deal went sour and so we canceled cable. I feel as though this would have been a fantastic move regardless of financial situation, and I am happy that we are once again a TV-channel-less home. Imagine the paintings we'll paint, and games we'll play, and conversations we'll have in the absence of TV.