Bambina



I’ve officially entered the 3rd trimester ya’ll! Pregnancy is treating me pretty well. I feel really good. I’m loving life. I mean, I have to admit that I’m a bit more emotional than I’ve ever been. I take things really personally. Like when a traffic light changes to red, I think “Really? Pick on the pregnant chick, eh!” Or if the mallow cereal box is empty I think "Seriously??? But I just wanted some mallow!" and I cry a little.

Other than that, I love being pregnant. Also, I'm pretty sure this kid is a girl you guys. I think Nino is a girl. I’m not kidding. I know I was really positive at first that it was a boy, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m carrying an extra vagina around. When I talk to her I feel like I’m talking to my daughter. Who knows! I'll probably change my mind 7 more times before the birth. As fun as the whole not knowing the gender thing has been, I can’t wait to meet him/her and get it settled. Bambina and I have had some good times in the last few weeks. Life is good.

Here are some pictures of baby animals because why would you not want to see some baby animals?
(Sorry about the captions you guys. I just can't look at anything without thinking momish things about it.)

Mom polar: I asked you if you wanted me to bring the stroller and you said "No ! big boys don't need strollers." Well guess what! Big boys don't get carried across the arctic tundra by their moms.

Mom seal- Don't touch it whatever it is. It's for the potty and full of germs and we left the hand sanitizer in the Suburban.

Mom otter- It's about time you learned to swim, Nino. You're 37 years old.

Mom monkey- Are you ready to go to career day at school? I can't wait to talk to your class my job at the post office.

Baby monkey- Yah I guess, but could you maybe cover up your giant nipple before we go? It's just getting a little embarrassing.

Mom lion- Sniff sniff....Somebody's poopy. Somebody is poopy woopy. Who's poopy? Are you my poopy woopy?

Baby alligator: I had an accident.

Mom alligator: Oh for the love of God Bambina, why didn't you go before we left our underwater dwelling?