28 weeks. 12 more to go. Did you figure I was counting down? Well, I am. What pregnant lady doesn't? This is about the time where I go from decently comfortable to what-the-heck why can't I breathe...what-the-heck why won't these braxton hicks go away...what-the-heck when did my fanny start requiring its very own zip code...what-the-heck why am I stuck on the couch like an 80-year-old...what-the-heck why can't I stop waddling...what-the-heck did I just pee my pants...
You get it...my life is now filled with minute by minute "what-the-hecks".
My Little Men are taking notice too. I get frequent..
"Mom...your stomach really is getting bigger!"
"Mom...the baby must be growing a lot!"
from Littlest
"Mom...baby gonna pop out!"
I always laugh and whole heartedly agree with them.
So yes...I am 28 weeks, and while I am uncomfortable and I am not always the must cheerful pregnant person, I am blessed and I know it. The new little man is definitely growing. He is active. He loves it when I finally get to sit down. He especially loves to let me know he is around when I finally get all cozy in bed ready to all asleep at night.
So I will try hard to put things into perspective and just enjoy this last pregnancy...
...but I will still probably be counting down...
just a little until it is time for this new Little Man to join our family.
...only 12 more weeks to go...
p.s. Sorry about all the headless shots. I do have a face! Oldest
was my photographer and I coached him to do some just belly shots.
By the time I asked him to include my head, he was over the whole
photographer thing. So headless I shall be.
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