40 1/2 weeks

...and I am still pregnant.

Ice cream tastes good. Real good. Stereotype-schmereotype. Gimme some of that cold stuff on a hot day in July anytime.

Little Caterpillar is digging a tunnel to my vagina...I believe...with a tiny shovel.

In addition to the iron, calcium, flax seed, and organic prenatal vitamins that I've been taking everyday, I now take primrose oil and drink raspberry leaf tea to "soften the cervix", as prescribed by my midwife.

I don't believe I can get any bigger. My belly button looks just like...well...a small button. Now I understand the origin.

music is good for the soul

Today, when I wasn't feeling great, I decided to listen to some music and relax. I feel better already. I did eat some grapes, too, and drank a lot of water...that may have had something to do with it.

Gosh I love summer...driving in the car...windows down...music playing. Here's a mix I made. Enjoy!

38 weeks, a happy 4th, and Dad's 75th

kisses/ he was mad because I kept sticking the flag in his face/ my pregnant belly beats your beer belly/ Happy 4th of July!/ George said, "It looks like the driveway is going poop!"/ coal miner/ cheese!/ hop on Papa/ he was being a wizard/ a firework heart/ the best finale/ you give him a sparkler and either he runs with it or he "gets" bugs with it/ hey Dad/ Happy 75th!

Last year, on the 4th of July, we were in Paris...it was lovely, but I wanted to see me some fireworks this year. Jon preferred to set them off, which was really fun, too. I'm grateful for so many things, but I am especially grateful that we could celebrate Dad's 75th birthday. Those gluten-free, dairy-free cupcakes are the best I've ever tasted. 

I'm also grateful you didn't leave those candles on his plate...Dad would've eaten them, for sure. He was eying my wrapper after I finished my cupcake...