one hundred seven.

i'm 107 days away from my due date.  that may seem like a long time.

IT'S NOT.

especially when you consider that with every day i get a little bigger.  seriously.  i'm cool with that.  i am comfortable with my body pregnant.  is it weird seeing myself get bigger and bigger (in more areas than one?), yes.  it is.

but i also recognize what my body is doing.  how amazing it is that i can grow a baby.  A BABY!  a human being.  a little pratt.  the first time around, i felt differently.  i mean, i knew it was a baby...but now, now i realize that it's this child.  this child who will eventually be 2.5 years old.  and talking my ears off.  with his own little personality.  crazy town, i tell ya.

and so with every stretch of my skin, i remember that.  i'm not one of those people who thinks i'll ever look the same as before.  i'm not giving myself an excuse to sit on the couch the rest of my life and eat bon bons.

BUT.  what i am saying is that i will have had 2 children.  2!  birthed 2 babies.  and so if my body is different, then so be it.  i'm lucky because clint loves me.  he loves me with stretch marks or without.  he loves me even though every night i complain about my lack of BMs.

this is probably (or definitely) too much information.  but why hold back now?  anyway, the other night i got in bed and said,

clint.  this is not a come on.  i'm not trying to make out. but....if i take off all my clothes will you scratch me with my round brush?  all over.  specifically on my love handles.

needless to say, he didn't do it.  because 1. it was a weird request and 2. let's be honest.  "love handles" doesn't turn any man on.  i think his exact words were, "no, hannah.  that's weird.  don't ever ask me to do that again."

but i mean, i just itch all over.  from the stretching i guess.  and no amount of lotions help.  when i was in high school, i tanned.  in a tanning bed.  shocker.  i know.  it's horrible.  i can't believe i did it.  but i did.  anyway, sometimes my chest would itch afterwards.  it was then i knew i was good and burned.  that's what this feels like.  like i've been in the tanning bed.  and been burned to a crisp. i just want to scratch all day long.  and kick my leg like a dog while scratching.

we're getting pratt's new room ready.  moving him to a different room with different furniture.  well, he will have his same big boy bed.  but we're in the process of painting furniture for him.  and we're getting rid of the playroom.  moving the shelving to his room.  dividing the toys up into both rooms.  pratt's and max's.  the playroom is becoming a workout room.  my parents gave us a bowflex for christmas.  and well, let's just say that we're excited about it!  and we think it needs a room of its own.

okay.  i'm gonna try to pick up around here.  so that when clint gets home he doesn't think all i do is sit on the couch and eat bon bons all day.  because i don't.  i don't even like bon bons.  i prefer oreos.  duh.