It's tractor watching season around these parts, which means racing to the dining room to catch them through the patio doors, and then racing to the master bedroom to watch them turn around. This is a much easier season than plane watching season, as those are much harder to catch. I have to follow behind in a sort of hobbling fashion since I've developed some weird new symptoms that I'm not familiar with, one of which being this strange sort of ripping-apart feeling happening in my pelvic and hip bones. I didn't experience this at all with Oliver's or Theodore's pregnancies, and wouldn't expect something like this until nearer to the end if at all, so it's got me waddling full-term style and I'm not into it. I do not dig this swagger.
I'm already dreaming up baby clothes and new nursery items I'd like to buy. Regardless of whether we're having a girl or a boy, I'd still love to buy some new clothes. My tastes were quite different when shopping for little baby Oliver, and then Theodore just got mostly Oliver's hand-me-downs, but it's been a few years now and my tastes have drastically drastically changed. I don't really want to put my baby in stuff covered in ducks and frogs and other cartoon sentiments. I'm dreaming up a lot of greys and navy blues and taupes, a bunch of whites and cream coloured linens, maybe a little black and cranberry thrown in there, or mint even. All nice neutral, warm, earthy tones that remind me of spring time and wonderful goodness. Now to get Matt on board, or win the lottery. Whichever comes first.
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