This is me, dressed up to go to a wedding. Of course I still danced to Love Shack at the reception. Everytime the B-52s sang "Love shack, baby!" I had to rub my belly and point obnoxiously, like, "HA! Get it? They're saying baby and I'm pointing at my baby!"
You know you want to go out dancing with me.
It just occured to me that since we've entered the month of July, I can officially say that I'm having a baby next month. At least I hope it's next month, since he's due the last week in August. Someone at work helpfully told me that his wife went six weeks overdue with their son, and I immediately covered the baby's ears, lest he get any bright ideas (though I was probably grabbing his bum, come to think of it). I thanked the man for that encouraging story and said that I'm holding him personally responsible if I'm still pregnant in October.
Of course, Mike is slated to be a groomsman in his best friend's wedding on September 6th, which pretty much guarantees that I'll go into labor that morning.
Meanwhile, a couple from our childbirth class became the first to have their baby (four weeks early, but prefectly healthy). After hearing this announcement, we all sat in uneasy silence and eyed each other's bellies until someone muttered, "Overachievers!" Then we all laughed and went back to pretending that these babies will never actually exit our bodies, ho ho ho!
Alex has been having a rough time lately, between the wicked thunderstorms and people setting off their 4th of July fireworks in the street. If we can't find him, it's safe to bet that he's hiding under our bed.
He's also very aware of all the changes underway in our house, though we've been trying to do things gradually so he has time to get used to it all. Alex is the official inspector of everything baby, which means that he gets first dibs on smelling and examining each new baby item that enters the house. His favorite items so far seem to be the wee baby socks. For those of you who don't remember, stealing socks is one of his all-time favorite pastimes. I think the baby socks are kind of blowing his mind, like, Woah! The perfect mouthful!
He's especially intrigued by the socks that have rattles on the toes. Are they socks, or dog toys? OMFG!
Anyway, to ensure that Alex continues to get adequate respresentation on this blog, I bring you this very exclusive interview! People and OK! tried to get there first, but I beat them all down by swinging my belly from side to side.
I caught up with the handsome Alex as he lounged on the stairs at home. He tried to ignore me at first, but his curiosity finally got the better of him (he's always been a bit of a camera whore).
Interview with Alex from Liz on Vimeo.
As you could see, Alex chose to end the interview prematurely. Hey, sometimes a dog needs a little privacy, you know?
Avoiding the paparazzi from Liz on Vimeo.