Nadiaisms

I am morally opposed to putting (my) children on leashes so when I was given this one I nearly gagged but J had a good idea and removed the leash part and it quickly became Nadia's doggy backpack. A fine friend indeed.

(After pulling out her measuring tape the width of my hips) "29 pounds! You're such a big girl!"

(After pushing her index finger into my belly) "I pressed you off so you can stop singing."

(When asked why I should stop singing) "Because it's so noisy!"

I'm considering going offline until I have this baby - am way too much of a stress monkey and reading about people having babies before me - pretty much everyone does - or questions about if I've had mine or not - are probably not conducive to stress-free living. This means potentially no blogging (reading or posting) and no facebook - obviously I will have to keep checking things like bank accounts, what with being CFO of this family and all. I also might stop weighing myself because though I'm pretty satisfied with my gain this time around, I don't need the daily stress of wondering if it will continue to go higher, especially if I go past 40 weeks. By now you should all know how directly linked my vanity and mood are - ridiculous, yes, but a fact nonetheless. Then again, maybe I won't be able to resist the strong pull of social networking and maybe avoiding it won't change my mood at all. I mean, telling me to relax is like telling birds to stop chirping. Really.