As of yesterday, I am 30 weeks pregnant. 30 WEEKS PREGNANT, PEOPLE! That's 3/4 of the way toward giving birth. Possibly more, if Peter's born before his December 16th due date.
Does Charlie Jo know what is coming? Well, she points to my belly and says "baby". Then again, she also points to her own belly (and Corey's) and says the same thing. She thinks it's fun to put a diaper (well, she helps me put the diaper on) her baby doll, but it seems she actually enjoys taking the doll's diaper off more. That could make things a little tough if she decides Peter might be happier al fresco.
This weekend, Charlie Jo's new bedroom (our former guest bedroom) will be magically transformed by elves into a toddler's dream room. Actually, Corey, Joslyne, and Demetri are going to paint it a lovely purple while I get to hang out with my favorite gals (Charlie Jo and Zoey) away from the paint fumes. Stay tuned for photos of the madness.
Little Peter is kicking up a storm as I type this. He's got to toughen up in there before birth in order to survive his big sister's enthusiasm. Do they make newborn-sized onesies with full-body armor?