Belly Cast, Baby!

That’s correct. You read it right. It’s going to be a Belly Cast Weekend!

As many of you know, my sister is due with her third child around the first week of April. When she was pregnant with my nephew, her first, I talked her into letting me do a belly cast. Now, this was 2001 – so I was WAY ahead of the trend. No Regis & Kelly, no The View. None of that crap. Just some strange thing I found on the Internet. My mother was dead set against it and I have to admit, as I was about to put the first strip of plaster on my sister’s well-Vaselined belly, I thought to myself – what if this shit doesn’t come off? But it did and my other sister and I had a great time making it. It came out beautifully. We took lots of pictures which my sister won’t let me show on National TV (i.e., The Internet). We were, though, interviewed for a Wall Street Journal story on the new hot happening trend among pregnant mommies. Yes, that’s right, The Wall Street Journal. (It was around May, 2001. Can’t find a link though.)

Where is said baby cast now? Who the hell knows. On top of the closet?

Fast forward to 2003. My darling sister’s preggers again. We MUST do another cast. How could we deprive the new baby this honor? I mean, what if they grow up, find this weird thing flung into the attic and my sister has to inform my niece: WE DIDN’T LOVE YOU ENOUGH TO MAKE ONE FOR YOU?!? So another cast was made.

And here we are. It’s 2005 and my sister’s shitting out another one. (Don’t get me wrong. I love these kids like I love my right arm. Or my left ventricle.) So I’m off to belly cast again. This time around, my nephew’s going to help. Which should be good for a few hundred laughs.

One thing the trip down to Philly guarantees is some knitting time – at least two hours. So I’m bringing the sleeves. Because there’s no way in hell I’m bringing them on vacation next week.

The next couple of months are going to be crazy. We leave for vacation next Friday. Back on Thursday. Teach my last class that night. And then at least I’m home for a couple of weeks – that is unless the baby decides to come early. My sister’s gone about a week late with the other two, so we’re sort of planning on that for this one. Which would put me at the second week of April. And then I’ll be down there off and on for the next month or so – more on than off probably as she’s going to need the help. (Don’t worry Annie! 😉 I will be blogging!) I’m sure those in the know can chime in, but they say going from two to three might as well be like going from two to ten. I get panicked just thinking about it and hey, I don’t have to live there.

The taxes MUST be done before the baby’s born. And while I know there are some others out there that claim to be bad at housework, trust me. I got you beat. I come from a long line of notoriously BAD house cleaners – going back generations. It’s a gene thing. Not my fault. We fired our cleaning person OVER A YEAR AGO! So you can imagine. It’s disgusting. I would maybe like the house to be a little neater. Mind you, I’m not saying clean, only neater, before the baby’s born. I’m just saying. That’s all.

Oh and I ~may~ have spent some time at the post office yesterday. 😉

Have a great weekend all…
Love,
Cara