This arrived on our doorstep yesterday:
This pram has been in my husband’s family since he was born. His parents used it not only for him, but his two brothers as well. Also, his aunt used it with her three kids.
It is so unbelieveably gorgeous, I can’t believe the thing is over three decades old. I actually asked Hawk if his parents had had it recovered, because the canvas covering is flawless. He said nope, they just took really good care of it (also evidenced by how it was wrapped when we got it - you have never seen so much bubble wrap in all your life). I love the idea of pushing Áine around the neighborhood in the same pram her daddy and her uncles rode in when they were tiny.
In other news, I am now thirty two weeks pregnant - a whole eight months. And boy do I feel it. My belly is reaching biblical proportions and I have nearly perfected the pregnant waddle. My friend Maija bought me a support belt to help hold the belly up and it helps the muscle strain, but not the awkwardness. I can’t believe I still have about eight weeks to go; I can’t imagine how big I’m going to be by the time she’s ready to be born. I’m also getting really impatient to meet my daughter! I can’t wait to hold her and look at her little face for the first time.
I also have a touch of mild bronchitis (not fun - if you can avoid getting a chest cold while pregnant, I would suggest you do so) and I think I pulled a muscle in my lower belly from coughing so much. Ow.
