So let's see, so far my long weekend has included a prenatal massage, shopping for fat clothes, shopping for baby clothes (I didn't mean to, it just happens), ordering nursery furniture, ordering a new mattress to replace our lousy mattress in the hope that it will somehow make me comfortable enough to sleep for the next four months, a pedicure, two naps, dinner at an Indian restaurant, two nights of take out to continue the long-weekend-cooking-boycott, two pairs of new shoes (since my feet have not yet swollen and it is the only thing I can still buy in my regular size), cleaning out my closet to replace all my lovely normal clothes with somewhat less lovely maternity clothes, two bad movies, lots of karate chops from the Lima Bean including one right into Chris's hand, sitting on the couch doing nothing while Chris put the second and third gallons of primer on the nursery walls, and sitting in the sun for all of 20 minutes and thereby earning myself the first, but certainly not last, sunburn of the year. All in all, four days of nothing very productive, which is exactly what I was going for.
Now, for the photo essay portion of the post. You may have gathered that I am somewhat obsessed with Winnie-the-Pooh, although only the original artwork, not the Disney crap. In my defense, I present my entire collection of Winnie-the-Pooh baby clothes. I think this is a very reasonable collection, although I still have four months left. (Also, notice that I am not offering a picture of my Winnie-the-Pooh stuffed animals because clearly a 30 year old woman is too mature to collect such things.)
And second, just for posterity, the 24 week belly pic. I feel I must point out, again just for posterity, that I am 24 weeks pregnant and those are still my regular jeans. And they are even actually buttoned.