emma is a toddler and gosh thats a big belly

emma seeks attention. she has moved on from doing things only to please herself to trying to elicit a response from other people. she grins and makes faces. she pulls her hat down over her eyes then up again to the top of her head. she runs away so you will chase her. she has her very own little sense of humor and will fall over laughing at what i sometimes think is nothing at all. its great.

she also has some more words. i dont remember if these were on the last list or not, but here they are:
please
thank you
cheese
strawberry
monkey
down
pretty
good girl
bubbles

those are the ones i can remember right now. shes very good at monkey, she points them out to me now like she does with cars. and she loves to tell me she is a good girl, all the time.

and then theres the belly. george likes to be awake at night. i should stop drinking caffeine sooner in the day, that would probably make a big difference. when i lay down to go to sleep he starts break dancing in there. my belly rumbles and shakes. i was crocheting in bed last night while jason worked on some homework and i couldnt keep my arm still because george kept bumping it.

there are things i cannot do any more because of the belly. for example, when was the last time you used a public restroom? you know, the kind with the door that swings in towards the potty, and its just you and the potty and the coat hook on the door in there? if i go in, i have to pretty much straddle the potty to get the belly far enough inside to shut the door. i know those arent the roomiest places anyways, but a girl should be able to open and close the door! also, sitting on a low couch. i was at the m yesterday with heidi and we sat on one of the couches out front. when i got down there, i told her, i feel like a beach ball. i had to use momentum to roll forwards each time i needed to reach for something or stand up. and then theres the real trouble, the lack of lap. in order to type this, i am sitting on my couch, a pillow behind me to prevent the beach ball effect, and my knees bent and legs tucked to the side under me. this elevates my legs (because they are now stacked on each other) so that my "lap" is brought up to the level of the belly, and i now have a place for the lap top. if i were to sit normal, i would have to stretch my arms out almost straight and around the belly to reach the keys and type. and at the same time, hold the compy so it didnt fall backwards off of my knees because there is just a little lap thats not being used to hold up the belly.

so those are things i miss. turning around in a bathroom stall, sitting on whatever piece of furniture i choose, and holding my computer (plate, cup, child) on my actual lap.

34 weeks, 2 days, and george has 19 days of security left before i start wishing for his early arrival.