See these maternity jeans?
They come with an entirely fake fly!:
Check it out. There's a big stretchy waistband, so there's no need for a fly at all -- and it's really only half a fake fly anyway! Weird, eh? I suppose maternity trousers designers thought it would look even weirder to have fly-less jeans.
Of note: E. has a smart new haircut. Also, check out all the boxes! Only 13 days to go till we're in the new apartment!
In other pregnancy news, unhealthy food cravings have begun. After weeks of Eliz. craving only wholesome fruit, Tom was sent out on Friday night to purchase: ice cream, mini ice-cream bars, Nutella, cinnamon rolls and mini chocolate bars.
We're so grateful for the advice of people we barely know, many of whom give freely of their time and opinions to tell us just what we're doing wrong in our pregnancy, without even needing to be asked. However, we feel bad about taking people away from their important daily tasks in order to dispense pregnancy wisdom to us. They must be missing out on all sorts of other activities. Haven't they got anything better to do with their time? we repeatedly ask one another. In order to spare people from the chore of having to give us unsolicited medical advice, therefore, we've decided to enlist the help of a pregnancy guilt mime. The guilt mime is constantly on the lookout, ready to spring into action with a stern disapproving face whenever Elizabeth might be about to do anything that might threaten to knock a point or two off Aethelbert-or-Myrtilla's eventual IQ.
Here are some examples. Tempted to reach for a slice of lovely ham, E?
Better not. Think of those carcinogenic nitrates.
Don't fancy that massive dietary supplement pill?
That's better.
You get the idea. Apparently the occasional glass of wine is fine, though.**
Only joking.
*with thanks to Michael Meeuwis.
**People actually keep telling us this, weirdly.
Apologies to anyone eagerly awaiting new pictures of Elizabeth in her yoga outfit. We've been away in Massachusetts and New Jersey. We had a few adventures, detailed below. First, however:
Bumpwatch migrates to Teaneck. This week it's pretty unequivocally bumplike. Plus we heard A-or-M's heart for the first time at our doctor's appointment today. Baby heartbeats go really fast. Maybe it's claustrophobic and is stressed out from spending so much time in a confined space.
We didn't make it to Tolland without some excitement, however.
First, we developed a flat tire in the very center of Pennsylvania, the town of Snow Shoe. It wasn't snowing, however, but pouring with rain. Here's a picture of the nail that was in our tire!:
Then, at 5.15am on our first night in Tolland we discovered we were without running water. On the floor of the basement we found all the running water:
Here's the tank that had rusted through, causing the flood:
Luckily, thanks to a kindly plumber willing to come out on a Saturday morning, and the fact that public showers were available near the beach at Tolland we were able to get to Mollie and Jim's both clean and with a functioning house to return to.
