Due date update

Baby continues to be impossibly breech, just like big brother before him, and I'm told by women who know these things that it's hard enough to push these little people out when they're positioned vertically. So, our horizontal, hammock-lovin' little man will enter the world surgically (unless by chance he finds a way to turn between now and then – doubtful given the state of my insides; I'll spare you the personal details). 

The upshot? We have a firm due date that shaves a week off of the wait: October 2nd. Unless I happen to go into labor naturally before that, in which case they'll do the c-section immediately, he is slated to arrive sometime that afternoon. The countdown is officially on! 

Quotes

Our friend Becky has a lovely camera and an even lovelier desire to have fun and practice by taking pictures of family and friends. A few weeks ago she offered to take some photos of us. Thank you, Becky! 

We met her at 7 p.m. (sadly, it began to drizzle off and on at 7:01 p.m., with 100% humidity, so we're a curly family for sure!). But in any case, being a post-dinner event, we gave Josiah a bath right before his meal. In order to protect his nice orange shirt from spills and spots, we decided to have Josiah get fully dressed after dinner rather than before. Jesse ran this by him while toweling Josiah off...

Jesse: "Is it okay if you eat your macaroni and cheese in your underpants?" 

Josiah, with furrowed brow and a look of puzzlement: "Ummmm, no." (pause) "I'll just put it in my mouth."

Meeting Micah

Last month, while up in New England, we enjoyed getting to know Micah (my sister Kara's new baby). Josiah was really sweet and gentle with him, which we hope bodes well for when Baby Will arrives in a few months! Micah was just adorable and squishy and all those wonderful baby things. :)

By the way, we've been enjoying the development of Josiah's own baby. Months ago he announced one morning, unprovoked, that he was eating a breakfast that was "healthy for his baby in his tummy." His sympathetic pregnancy has apparently been keeping pace with my own. His baby is also a boy, named Baby James; he wiggles and kicks frequently; and at times (during tickle fights, for instance) we're admonished to "be careful of my baby!" 

What not to say

With a couple of months yet to go, here are the things being said to me on an almost daily basis that I'd rather not hear:

     "So...any day now..."

          "Are you going to have that baby here on the street?!!"

               "Haven't you had that baby yet?"

Go ahead and pat my tummy, smile at me, say congratulations. But please don't rub it in my face (albeit unintentionally) that no, actually, this baby is NOT coming particularly soon. I grow a prize-winning belly, I realize. But the baby in there is not even 3 pounds yet; we only hit the three-quarter mark (30 weeks out of 40) a few days ago. There's a long way to go.

The photo is provided for those who have asked (several times) for a "belly shot." Know that I must love you lots, because as I routinely say to Jesse, I don't really feel a great need to publicize this look! I stood at ever so slight an angle to visually trim off an inch or so, hopefully inviting lots of morale-boosting comments that I actually look lovely and small. Please take pity and and play mind games with me until I believe that surely these last few months will be a breeze!  :)