Sometimes

I feel good. Like right now, #2 isn't squishing the heck out of some internal organ, I've been snacking on some rather yummy triple creme brie, and Lily's actually been listening to me today. I feel... calm? Satisfied? Unworried? I'm not like this often and I have a pork tenderloin to deal with momentarily.

Since I haven't taken any new pictures lately (not sure where the camera is) I thought I'd put up some pics that Stacy took of us. I've added a few more things to my hospital bag: swimming suit (they have jacuzzi tubs - not 4 birthing), hair bands and deodorant. I know, I'm so glamorous. Doesn't Lily look cute though? I love her in brown and pink for some reason. Maybe because it's cute but not too girly?

We're still no closer on a name for #2. I remember someone telling me about a couple they knew that still hadn't named their baby a month after it was born. I thought, jeesh, slackers. Now I'm worried that I might be in the same boat. I do like the name Celeste. Pedro said it reminded him of the freezer section. Sigh.

Please note: if you want your fancy French brie to last a while, do not have it out when your hungry husband gets home.