My eyelashes are falling out and other news
Weak.
Over the past few weeks it's become increasingly harder to curl my eyelashes in the morning. I credited this to a decrease in dexterity due to my advanced pregnancy stage. Swollen fingers have a hard time working tiny metal contraptions, you know. Well THIS morning it was especially hard. I just couldn't grasp the little suckers so I got really close the mirror and took a look at my eyelashes and lo and BEHOLD...they're practically gone. GONE! Little stumps at best. So that happened. I can only hope it's pregnancy related and that they'll grow back. Let's see. What else? Well, I walk slower now because someone's cranium is lodged in my pelvis. That's a challenge. On the bright side I only have 3.5 more weeks to go at best and the doctor told me yesterday I'm a half a centimeter dilated. I imagine that she's seeing a little pinhole of light shine through. Walk toward the light, baby girl! Last night Steve and I tried to entertain Pumpy with various different music styles to see if we could identify what genres she's into. So far we can tell that she hates Bon Jovi, Bob Dylan, the Black Eyed Peas and Beyonce. Fine with me. With the exception of Bon Jovi I could take or leave the rest. I'm anxious to see if she likes Dolly Parton and Celia Cruz. If not I'm not sure I'll be able to claim her as mine.
