Thinking March...

I've decided I need to relinquish my desperate hold on February and take my midwife's advice by thinking positive thoughts about the month of March. It's not such a terrible month for a birthday. Green is one of my favorite colors ... along with white, brown, beige, and other natural-beachy colors. I hate leprechauns and their pinching tradition, but I should cut them some slack, I suppose, and be loyal to the little shrimps. They are true little optimists, and I appreciate that ... always searching for gold and remembering rainbows aren't just a means to an end - they're pretty in and of themselves.

Eldon wants Chiara to be born after March 5th, when his last midterm is over. I however, in my selfish desire to get my temple back, would LOVE for her to come right on schedule ... even a few days early. It's beautiful to be a vessel, but it's getting a little out of hand. I just made myself laugh out loud by following that pun where it led me. I'm huge. Eldon even told me the other night as I tried to cuddle with him that I'm "getting uncomfortable." He meant for him. :) We laughed as we tried to come up with metaphors for me ... a banana with a kiwi toothpicked to the front, a string bean with a tomato (not the cherry kind) strapped in the middle, a large snake in the process of digesting a young hippo (compliments of the animal planet episode on snakes we'd just watched) ... I'm not sure why that was such an amusing activity; I'd expect myself to cry over such comparisons. But really, it's getting to a point where I just have to be realistic: I look like a turtle with her big, akward shell on the front. But I'm going to be happy about it, grateful that I even AM pregnant and that we're expecting a child in the near future ... whichever month that may end up happening.

Here are the hopes I cling to in the meantime:

1. Cocoa butter lotion will come through on its claims.
2. Chiara will be a small, healthy child. Like 6 pounds. Little head. Good heart. That kind of thing.
3. Eldon will suddenly be full of willingness and even desire to change poopy diapers.
4. I'll be able to nurse and that:
   
5. Breastfeeding will be the weight-loss champion for me that it's been for others.

I think that's about all for now. I have a ton of other things on my mind too, of course, but these are among the most trivial and therefore easily blogged about. March is not nearly as cute a month as February, but oh well ... I'm going to try to focus on things I can actually control. :)

P.S. When I initially wrote this I changed my background to a St. Patrick's Day-type theme. But that was too much for me. Baby steps. :)