Maya was pretty excited about being on stage in a yellow princess dress. She twirled and sang and didn't take the dress off until it was time to go.
Max was more interested in playing music. He loves strumming on the ukulele while tapping his foot.
|I kind of love Max's shy face in this photo.|
|Marisa, sitting next to Max, is due two weeks after me.|
After exploring the theater and putting on a show we had morning tea (which doesn't actually involve tea but is nevertheless always called morning tea) at the cafe. Max liked watching all the cars drive by the window.
We left The Vic so they could have a few minutes to prepare for the morning show and headed down to the library.
Max and Maya talk a lot about how things are going to be when "my baby" arrives. Usually the discussions start with...."When your baby pops out....". Max says that he wants his brother to sleep in his bed. Maya wants to help feed him. Maya has also been a little more emotional than normal. Yesterday she cried for quite some time when I wouldn't "carry her like a baby".
On Friday I will be 38 weeks pregnant, three weeks longer than I was pregnant with Max and Maya. For the most part I am feeling alright, but I am tired, emotional and physically awkward (maybe I have always been this way). On my last two ultrasound scans the technician told me that I was measuring in the 90th percentile. Considering that Max and Maya didn't even make the charts until they were about 9 months old, I'm happy to have a big healthy baby. I'm glad that this little guy is staying put in the oven until he is fully cooked. I told myself that I would never complain about being pregnant to long. It is nice to get the the stage where I don't have to think about making sure I don't go into labor and only thinking about when it will come. I'm looking forward to the experience.