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Stretchy pants.

I never thought I'd say this, but I'm tired of my stretchy pants.  I really do think maternity clothes are an amazing invention, but I'm longing for zippers and buttons.  And I'm sick of pulling my pants up every few minutes.  And I don't know how to deal with all my shirts getting shorter (aka my belly getting bigger)...my height has never allowed me that problem.  And I think it's further spurred by the fact that I'm dying to wear some brightly colored tights (like these )...why do they only have maternity tights in black?  Maternity land tends to lack color all around...Bummer.  That said, though, I wanted to put up some of my favorites so far (here was my first set of faves ).  There is some cute stuff.  The type of stuff that has made me feel better, especially during these past few weeks of exponential growth.  :)  Here they are: Gap Maternity  Always Skinny  Jeans. Gap Maternity Embellished Tee . Gap Maternity St...

Merry Navidad.

No words.   From Greer Chicago .

Christmas Joy.

This looks like the perfect Christmas decor magazine: Holiday with Matthew Mead .  I like.

Pink.

You know these earrings ...the earrings I wear literally as many days a week as my ears can take?  The earrings that will put me in tears if I ever break or lose them.  They now have them in hot pink .  Very tempting.

T-minus two.

O-town in two days.  Much fun to be had.  Much Kona to be eaten.  Two bellies to meet.

Bum.

So, I'm still not sure whether we'll end up using cloth diapers or disposables for Eloise.  At this moment, my plan is to switch off at the beginning to see how we handle the cloth ones (and only all-in-ones, at that).  Can I be brutally honest, though...one of my most favorite parts about cloth diapers is not the fact that they save money or help keep down the landfills (all really, really good), but the fact that they are just SO. DARN. CUTE.  These are the ones we registered for... BumGenius 3.0 and 4.0 from Land of Nod .  I mean, really...so cute.

28 weeks or SEVEN months.

Plus one day.  It's the third trimester.  Time for things to get caaa-razy!