7 weeks left.
Let the countdown begin!
Since the boys aren't home to do any bump pics for me, you'll just have to take my word for it:
she's getting bigger.
We're running out of room.
It's getting hard to sleep at night.
I can only eat in 200 calorie increments before heartburn/ nausea kicks in.
She's kicking my arse...and my bladder....and my stomach....and my kidneys.
I'm starting to swell.
I'm having issues with bending.
I'm having issues with crossing my legs.
I'm having issues with sitting too long, laying too long or standing too long.
I sleep well every 4th night.
I'm tired and cranky and a wee-little-bit short tempered.
But you know what?
I wouldn't trade it for the world!
I'm excited to meet my baby girl...and am so glad God sent her to us.
So, even though there's all that crap above,
I also have
a foot that I can tickle when she stretches
cute pink stuff
tons of thank you notes to write because I'm so blessed
a husband that melts when he talks or feels his baby girl
a grandma who is giddy to have a granddaughter
more cute pink stuff
more cute purple stuff
accessories....OH the accessories
the knowledge that I only have 7 more weeks to be pregnant....ever.
I've got a front row seat at a modern day miracle
the excuse to nap- whenever I want.
lots of love.