Who's bright idea was it to be 7.5 months pregnant in August?

1174153166_4cd2b09346_m.jpgI hate bitching about my pregnancy. I don't want to become one of those bloggers that does nothing but moan and groan, but considering SAN DIEGO has 78% humidity at the moment and its about 85 degrees in my house, AND I'm a walking human incubator at the moment, I think that maybe I will bend that rule a bit.  Just for today.

Okay, there just may be more bitching than normal over the next 11 weeks. 1174221128_19650eb4ba_m.jpgThen you will get incoherent baby ramblings and lots of pictures (I mean, what else are all those adorable baby girl clothes for if not for dressing her up and taking pictures?!) for a while, then I will be back to normal, I promise.

Meanwhile, Lucas is beginning to get concerned about Mommy's big 'ole belly. The other day when I went to pick him up from school, a super inquisitive 3 year old named "Girl-Jayden" (when I asked Lucas her name, he replied "Girl Jayden, not Boy Jayden") asked me why I had a "big fat tummy". He's also become prone to pointing to obese people and telling me their bellies look like mine. (crying). At LEAST (hope and pray with me people for this one) he has yet to ask anyone else if they have a baby in their tummy also.