33 Weeks... already!?

I just looked over at the little floating baby counter on my side bar (which, yes I realize is mildly creepy-- according to my brother:) and realized that it says I only have 48 DAYS left till baby bird makes her entrance into this world. Wow. This pregnancy has really flown by. Granted, for the last month I've been counting down the days till my next podiatrist appointment rather than my midwife appointment (sidenote: I have an appointment tomorrow to see if I can get out of the walking cast-- keep your fingers, toes, and anything else you can crossed for me!) I guess that is one good thing I can say for the broken foot-- that it has helped take my mind off of being pregnant just enough that I haven't started to feel too impatient or anxious... yet. But I am starting to get to that "no matter what I wear or do I feel like a whale and I can't bend over" stage of pregnancy and I swear that my belly can't get any bigger-- but I know that it will. All in all this has been a wonderful pregnancy (despite the broken foot and the bad allergies) and I am starting to get excited about bringing a new life to this world.

When I first got pregnant I was worried that Asher wouldn't have any idea what was going on and that he wouldn't be able to bond with the baby before she was born. But it has been so much fun to see how quickly and how soon he caught onto the idea that there was a baby in Mommy's tummy. For the last 4-5 months he has been coming over to pat my belly and give "baybee boord" a kiss. Actually it has gotten a bit problematic because sometimes he want to lift up my shirt and "see" her at inopportune moments... like when company is over. But it has really been sweet to see how excited he is about his new sister. I was talking to him before bed the other night and I mentioned that he was going to be a big brother soon and have a little sister and his head POPPED up from where it had been dozing on my chest and he bent down and gave my belly a kiss and a pat that was "sauuuuf" (we've been working on being "soft" instead of whacking everything... for the baby's sake). Still, every once in awhile I get a little concerned though that he still might not quite understand what is going on. A few days ago he lifted up HIS shirt, patted HIS tummy, and told me " baybee boord." Um... not quite.. but I think that most the time he gets the general idea :)

This is short and sweet. I was trying to get him to say "baybee boord" but instead he did the sign for it. I didn't even know he knew the sign that well. Smart kid.