Kenneth asked me the other day, "What is the first thing you're going to say to the baby." I haven't thought about it much, and I HATE planning things. I'm just going to be in the moment and let what ever happens or comes out be. "What about you?" I replied. "I'm going to say, Emory, go clean up your womb." Hahahahaha get it....womb. Cracks me up everytime I think about it.

I'm really mad at my friends. No one else wants to have a baby right now. Jeez guys. Thanks for nothing.

Being pregnant is like being in a club. You can go up and talk to other pregnant women and instantly start going on and on about your super uber personal issues and problems. There's an unspeakable bond that's shared because you know the trials and tribulations each other is facing. If I were better with words I could describe how insane this experience is. But I'm not, so all I can say is that, It's insane. Physically, mentally, emotionally. This is the most wild and beautiful trip I've ever taken. I feel a lot more confident as a pregnant women. Maybe these past few months have made me finally grow up a little bit. If I'm a Mom I have to be strong and assertive.

Today I came home from work aggravated and tired. I walked inside the house and the back door was open, I could see Kenneth relaxing and enjoying the cool evening breeze through the screen. Asia was pouncing around the yard scaring off kitty cats. It's an instant stress release to see my family. Kenneth did my laundry. All of it, and it was a lot. Then he made me dinner, again. I'm just really happy. We're going to be good parents. We have different ideas and ways of doing things but we love each other and respect each other and I when it comes down to it, we enjoying taking care of each other.

We ate dinner with Kenneths Mom, who conveniently is also our neighbor. She's pretty awesome, and I'm stoked she's Emory's Gma. It just made for a great close for the day.

Viscachas

Look how freakin cute he is! Those little arms tucked up so tight, almost hidden by that humongous roll of fat. This my friends, is not a bunny. In fact he's related to the chinchilla family, not the rabbit family. Little is known about this species that scatters about the desert lands of South America. He totally made my list of cutest animals of all time though.

I've always had a special place in my heart for Rod Stewart. I don't really like to talk about it.

Seriously though, when ever this song comes on at work I kinda get choked up.

May the good Lord be with you Down every road you roam And may sunshine and happiness surround you when you're far from home And may you grow to be proud Dignified and true And do unto others As you'd have done to you Be courageous and be brave And in my heart you'll always stay Forever Young, Forever Young Forever Young, Forever Young

This album is absolutely the most amazing mind blowing album of the year for me. I knew I always liked Bob Marley, but really listening to this album and appreciating the sound and lyrics takes it to a whole other level. Emory and I jammed out to this all day.

So-o, Africa unite: 'Cause the children (Africa unite) wanna come home. Africa unite: 'Cause we're moving right out of Babylon, yea, And we're grooving to our Father's land, yea-ea.

I incessantly worry about Emory's health. I know he is safe and warm, tucked away in my belly, but I just need to know that he's okay. I want him to take as much time as he needs to grow and mature in there, but it will be such a relief to hold his little body, and kiss his little cheeks, his tiny toes, his little feetsies, and squeeze his little chub chub, and hold his wittle hands. I'm thrilled to be a mama.

I've read that pregnant women have bizarre dreams. I'm not really sure how scientists have proven this theory. I've always had pretty weird and vivid dreams but this one.....this one was pretty damn weird.

I was at school and pulled Emory out of my backpack to nurse him. He was a popsicle. A green lime popsicle. I started to breast feed the popsicle then put him back in my backpack when he was done. Time must have past by and I realized I had forgotten to check back on Emory. When I looked back in my backpack he had melted. I was devestated and woke up feeling awful, like I was already a horrible mother. It was one of those dreams that feels sticky.