Snow, an art show and a little whining

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Merry Christmas 2016, blog! Our very last Christmas together before we become parents. Maw.

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BRING IT ON, WINTER SOLSTICE. The sooner you come, the sooner winter can be over!

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You might notice that I’m still having to embed my photos via Instagram. I did finally find a website that will act as a link between Instagram and Flickr and will automatically just upload everything I put on Instagram to Flickr…but it didn’t kick in until yesterday.

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36 weeks and 3 days, and the bloom is wearing off this pregnancy rose, if ya know what I mean. Giant belly, sore feet, heartburn every day, peeing once an hour all night long…oof!

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Meanwhile, Josh’s glitter beard game is strong. He glitters it on game day, and goes to work like this.

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I don’t think Bear Schnubs is going to enjoy a crying baby. I suspect she’ll be spending a loooot of time in the basement.

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Getting in my Vitamin D, as best I can.

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The nesting has intensified…I’ve started washing his clothes! And trying to move more things out of “our” closet, heh. These petticoats take up a HUGE amount of room, but will I ever get rid of them? NOPE.

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I’m still enjoying Chelsea Handler’s show, three days a week. Do we really think that a dog is gonna help that guy, though? Pity the dog!

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Saturday morning at the gym and the start of Month 9, with raging plantar fasciitis and lots of snow drifting onto the ground. I felt like kind of a bad ass. I think 20’s Liz would be very impressed with 30’s Liz.

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Heyyyyy, this wasn’t in the forecast!

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Luckily it all melted away the next day.

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Owen asked me if I wanted to show my art in his annual studio show again this year, and OF COURSE I wanted to, I always want to get my art out of the house! But I’m just too damn pregnant and sore to hang art and then stand around and NOT sell it for five hours. You understand. But I still wanted to go to the show, so Josh and I covered ourselves in glitter Saturday night and went out.

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First time my partner has worn more glitter than me! NOT COMPLAINING.

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We stayed about an hour and a half, long enough to mingle and attend an auction and check out all the art.

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I did bid on the piece on the right, but only up to 40$. We’re about to have some major expenses in 2017…think of all the diapers I’m gonna have to buy! The mind reels.

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Seattle drag queen Betty Wetter enhanced the evening with a rousing tune before she officiated over the art auction.

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We’ve also been cuddling on the couch and watching Christmas movies together. Last night was the Grinch movie with Jim Carrey, always hilarious! I also forced him to watch “Ernest Saves Christmas”, because I love Ernest and I don’t care. Know what I mean, Vern?

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Good advice, yeah?

Just a corgi doing leg lifts, NBD.
Now we’re into the latest photos, which hopefully will show up without issues. I’m not exactly sure where/when/how this Corgi doing leg lefts wound up on my phone, but isn’t it cuuuuute?

Don't get me wrong, after 6 years of TTC I'm incredibly grateful to be pregnant. However, I can't WAIT to go to work and not hear (with increasing frequency, all day long): "Wow!" "You're huge!" "You sure you only have one in there?" "When are you due aga
Today, after work. Good Lord, I am extremely grateful to be pregnant, truly I am, but I can’t wait for the endless comments every day, all day long at work to stop. Every day: “Wow!” “You look huge!” “Are you sure you only have one in there?” “When are you due again?” “You’re still working??” Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

A balmy and sunny 48 degrees this afternoon...I'll take it! 🌞
But then the sun is shining and I walk the dogs outside and my feet don’t hurt TOO badly and in less than a month, we’re going to meet our son and all is just fine with the world. Have a beautiful Christmas bloggers, I’ll catch you next week.

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