They've Got Nothing On You

For awhile there, I was a "Wipeout" nerd. ABC definitely could have played it 7 nights a week, and I would have faithfully tuned in every night. I was enthralled to the point where I was searching vigilantly for the Wii game and becoming heartbroken at every "Wipeout is unavailable" sign.

Summer does this to me. I adopt one show to which I become implausibly devoted; "So You Think You Can Dance," "Leverage," and even "The Bachelorette" almost got me one season. But, for these past few months, it's been down and dirty pratfall entertainment for me.

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I'm agog, currently, at the amount of belly that keeps following me everywhere I go. Here is my most recent baby belly shot:

That's 23 weeks of hard-earned belly right there (plus: a fantastic hair day, minus: a super terrible, hormonally-induced breakout). Jack has finally begun to understand that the baby is in my tummy, rather than the region directly north of it. And I have come to grips with the fact that I, in fact, did not reach my goal weight one year after starting my weight loss journey. Go figure, right? I must not have been diligent enough these last few months.

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Here is a list of the unfinished projects I'm currently staring at:

• The present for my parents' wedding anniversary, which includes some physical labor but not enough to put off like I've been doing.
• Cataloging the photos I have prints of, in order to put together the "Project 365" album that Caleb got me for Christmas 2008.
• The last load of laundry needing to be folded.
• Naming a luckily-not-here-yet baby.
• Figuring out how to make my condo a little less bare bones without compromising the baby-proofed aspect of it all.
• Several birthday presents that need to be shipped out. Why can't everyone I want to give gifts to live close to me?

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Summer, you were the best one yet. I'm going to remember all of the family outings instead of the dearth of awesome thunderstorms. But Fall, my open arms await.