It’s been a rough week.
Waves of contractions, yes. Baby, not so much. The doctor says I suffer from “uterine irritability.” Let’s just say that the uterus and I are not on speaking terms at the moment.
My sis came up this weekend to keep us company. Amazingly, it looks like the dress is going to work:
Since she didn’t bring any heels to try the dress on with, we made do with what we could find around the house:
Otherwise David has done his best to keep me distracted and comfortable. We built a nest on the living room couch:
I started another painting. (I didn’t get all that far).
David got me some more lovely flowers.
And I reorganized my fall fabrics. I am coming to accept that my fabric stash is basically the 30-something version of my childhood sticker collection. When I’m feeling more mature I’ll make something from it, but at times like this all I want to do is pull the fabrics out and arrange them and sort them by color and type.
A couple friends and relations wanted to see just how big the belly had gotten. I think the dress fitting shot above shows it off best but here’s another. Check out its majesty!