Hormones do the damnedest things

On Saturday night, Fiona and I had just gotten home from a dinner party. It was a bit late and we were walking into the house when Fiona tripped over the front stair and careened face first into a stone wall. She bruised both of her knees, gave herself a cut above the right eye and broke her glasses clear in two. It was a bit of a scary moment, but she had the woman's instinct to protect the baby by smashing her face into the wall rather than land on her tummy. Is there any other circumstance in which crashing face first into a stone wall is considered a protective instinct? I'll report back if I can think of any.

A good meal for the baby

The baby is getting huge and I just figured out why. The baby has just finished eating Fiona's stomach muscles. She now relies totally on gravity in getting up off of the couch and getting out of bed. Fiona's in her third trimester now, but you would never know it to look at this picture though, would you? She's still going to yoga, playing golf pretty much every weekend, swimming, walking and not letting the fact that she has a small child insider her that you can actually see move through her skin. I think that if the roles were reversed, I would spent a good 45% of my time in bed, a further 45% of my time on the couch, 5% of my time moving between the bed and the bed, 5% of my time learning to count to 100 and 5% of my time doing everything else.

Consumerism recapped

I just dropped three grand on baby paraphernalia but we still don't have a rocker or bookshelves for the baby's room, any linens or any clothes.  Not sure whether I feel excited or slightly ill.