This weekend was a birthday weekend.  Last year during  Adam’s birthday, I was in my first trimester of pregnancy.  I slept a minimum of eleven hours a night and subsisted on little more than oranges and toast.  This year, I baked Adam’s cake during naptime and we toted Reed along to brunch with Adam’s parents. Afterward, my husband requested the two of us get a coffee all by ourselves. We did, and it was wonderful.

Twenty-six.  I like the number.  It seems warm and fun and steady.  I expressed this to Adam, and he said that he prefers twenty-five.  Either way, it is fun to watch him turn another year older.  So very very fun.   I love him and like him, and I am glad he is alive and growing older.

Thomas Reed Whitlock…

T.R. Whitlock…

Little Reed…

Was born on October 18th 2009 at 6:40 in the morning.

One week until the due date.

For the last two weeks, my sleeping has changed.

My due date is in two weeks. Count ‘em.

One.

Two.

Not only am I full term, but I am now officially entering the time in which most women give birth (from two weeks before the due date to one week after). My doctor thinks I’ll probably deliver within a week before or after the due date. And I agree, in part because I really want to see Where the Wild Things Are.

I haven’t grown much, in fact I lost a pound this last week.

10 things I loved about this Sunday:

1. Watching This Old House over breakfast.

First off, let me just say that my due date is officially one month away.

It rained all morning, and I ate toast.

Oh, it’s been a good week!

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