Almost Fearless

33 Weeks



Location: Bucerias, Mexico

Just seven more weeks of salt-free, oatmeal-chugging, smoothie-slushing, baby-lugging left to go.  I had my blood pressure checked this morning and it dropped 15 points in one week.  Thank you Quaker Rolled Oats.  Which takes me out of the normal but high-normal range and puts me right in the totally normal range, meaning I might be able to avoid a c-section this time! Yay! (I’m okay however the baby comes, really, but last time it took me most of six weeks to recover, so you know…).

I’m thinking about switching to full-on Spanish for when this baby arrives, especially after this morning Cole said, “pescador” without blinking an eye (he was repeating me).  I will have to brush up a lot of vocab I don’t know, like “Cole, please don’t poke the dog in the eye” or “Drew, you left your iPhone in the freezer” — you know, the basics.

By the way, the above picture is what happens when you tell your geeky husband that he can draw on your belly.  I’m just glad it’s not a full sized Avengers poster or something.

Christine Gilbert

I’ve been dragging my husband around the world since 2008 always with the promise that, “Yes, Drew there will definitely be hammocks there.”



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