While taking out the trash today, I realized that George Clooney made our pizza dinner.
I googled “George Clooney pizza box” and discovered this has been a thing for YEARS. Amazing. You learn something new every day.
Another week, another appointment, another round of “fill the cup.” I’m bigger and slower in general, but told Martin I could still keep it under a minute.
And I was right.
This is a big week for me. It’s the last time I’m going to see my “regular” obstetrician before the C-section. I’ll come in for one more stress-test, but that’s it. It’s hard to believe we’re so close to the end.
I do feel a little wistful about the pregnancy ending. I wouldn’t say I enjoy being this huge/swollen/uncomfortable, and I am really, really, really, REALLY looking forward to feeling like myself again. At the same time, I know I will never have this experience again, so I’m doing my best to bottle up the memories … focusing on those kicks and wiggles, noting how odd it is to clearly feel a foot (or an elbow?) roll under my skin, marvelling that my skin can really STRETCH that much over my midsection (good lord), and all the other things that will never happen again to me.
It’s all so crazy.
Our au pair Wynter is back in Germany with us. She went to back to the United States to visit her family for a few weeks. It’s hard to believe she’s been with us for six months now! And she gets to stick around until next year, thanks to the au pair visa we were able to get for her.
It feels funny to call her an au pair, though. Apparently, it’s more correct or acceptable over here to call her that instead of nanny. I would say a better term is lifesaver! Especially during this pregnancy, especially now that I’m as big as a house and not feeling like doing much beyond eating and sleeping. Even though the kids are older and more independent, to have another person here who can be a shepherd to them, keep them on track and out of trouble … I really appreciate that!
And she fits in with us.
When she arrived from the airport, I shouted out to those in the house, “Okay, everyone!!! Put your clothes back on!!! Wynter is back in the house, thankyouhallelujah!!!!”
But one of my naked children yelled back, “But MOM, it’s almost 100° degrees!!!”
Which is true. It’s been so hot and humid over here lately. We haven’t been wearing much. Nevertheless, Wynter didn’t miss a beat.
“Pants, you guys. I’m just asking for pants,” she said.
Yup. She’s one of us.