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Chocolate cravings are in town this week, but I don't want to cave. Because then I'll just end up high, and then frustrated, so the indulgences aren't shaping up to be worth it these days. 
I love free shower day, but it's tough to come by lately. Since a few months before my pregnancy, I've been wearing the Dexcom almost every day, so finding a day when I was changing both the Dexcom sensor and the insulin pump infusion set at the same time is a rarity.
What baby ensemble is complete without a Trogdor the Burninator shirt? I mean really. (This gift is proof that my former boss is badass and has incredible taste.) :)
Winter is tough. Not enough sunshine, freezing cold temperatures, and trapped in the house because of the weather.
Thankfully, the spring flowers have arrived. And they've helped warm the house just a little bit, even if only visually.
Back in the beginning of my pregnancy, I craved citrus to the point where I was drinking orange juice straight from the carton. Second trimester, the cravings eased up a bit, but now, in the home stretch of my pregnancy, the cravings are back.
Oranges are my citrus of choice this week - and they are delicious!
The basketball belly, at 29 weeks. Seven and a half months. Holy. Moly.
My new insulin pump. And my oh-so-new basal rates. Full disclosure here.
Delicious sugar cookies with white chocolate chips and Craisins. Just in time for Valentine's Day.
I couldn't resist a bite. Pretend I was low, okay?
Pesky little villain thinks she's helping. But all those smudges on the laptop screen? From her stupid nose.
Siah, please leave me alone while I'm trying to work. Kthxbai. :)
We went out to dinner with my best friend, her husband, and her baby. And with a newborn at the table and my pregnant self, our bottle of wine with dinner was replaced by a bottle of breastmilk. Heating up in the wine holder.
Oh, parenthood. You really storm right in, don'tcha?
The book on the left is my messy, rotten moleskin that I've been carrying around for about two years now. I bring it to doctor's appointments and write the countless questions I have beforehand. I've logged blood sugars in there in effort to find some kind of freaking pattern to things. It has doodles from train rides and rhymes written down during dinners. The book came on trips for work and trips for pleasure, and I'd jot down whatever writing ideas came into my head while I was on the road. (And sometimes I used it to play hangman with Chris, but that's not as literary sounding, so I'm not mentioning that.)
Thing is, the green notebook is finally kicked. No more empty pages. So today I replaced it with a new version - red - and now it looks like Christmas on my desk.
I'm a book nerd, so the idea of a new, fresh journal makes me feel like it's the first day of school again. In that good way, not in that paranoid way. :)
Today is my birthday. I'm 31 years old. And the simplicity of a pretty bunch of flowers and a card that says, "I love my wife" - and knowing it's true - is enough to make the day complete.
And on the inside, my daughter grows daily. This is my last birthday before she has hers, and I feel so ready to be her mom.
When we found out the baby was a girl, I immediately went to the yarn store and decided on her nursery colors. I'm not much of a "pink," so I decided on purple for her main color, with yellow and green as accent colors.
This is the blanket I crocheted for my baby girl, and I just finished it today. It's soft and snuggly and definitely has some cat hair crocheted right in there, but I hope she likes it and it keeps her warm once she's loose in the world this spring.
(The pattern is from my Grammie, who claims to have made it up but I know I saw it in a magazine years ago. I'll let her claim it, though.
Because I miss her and wish she was here to see my daughter.)
Other photos of the blanket are on Flickr.
With BSparl on the way, Chris and I decided to upgrade the video camera so that we could capture every little burp this baby makes. So we wandered into Best Buy today and scored a Flip HD camera (thanks to a gift card we had - nothing like making a $230 camera into a $10 one) - I can't wait to use it to record the baby's first smiles.
Batteries. These foolish things are stashed in every purse I have, every meter case, and in about a dozen different drawers in my house. And they're never used in the remote, the camera, or the smoke detector. These special stashes of batteries are for the ol' insulin pump, and without them, I'd be without the boop beep boop.
Third trimester is starting on Monday, and Chris and I are trying to shift our brains from "baby in utero" to "OMG what the HELL do we do with her when she is living in our house?" So we spent some time hyperventilating at Border's until we found a book that seemed to answer at least the first seventeen questions we thought of off the top of our head.
Is it gross to talk about fiber, or should I just show off these raisins in my cupboard and say that I love a grape that's past its prime?
That'll do.
(Day 33 - Larry Bird!)
Little baby girl Sparling, just a smidge over 27 weeks along. She kicks all the time, she scoots from side to side, and she's making my belly swell. (Swell both in size and in "Oh gee, what a swell belly!") Belly button is also starting to push out, which is a very, very weird thing.
Three months left, but if things go according to the plan in place, BSparl will arrive a little earlier than May 4th. So less than three months.
And then there will be a little baby girl in my house. And the heads of Chris and I, respectively, will explode.
This quilt came in the mail today, courtesy of Ramona Bates. I LOVE this. It's the perfect size for my little girl to snuggle with, once she's escaped from my womb. THANK YOU, Ramona! This is a gorgeous gift and I love it!
