this sunday i'm twenty eight weeks, starting my third trimester.
the end is near...
and we're not even close to ready.
the nursery is empty.
the walls are bare.
the crib still sitting in its box.
a few outfits bought.
no peditrician lined up.
no birthing classes on our calendar.
i guess it's crunch time.
my appointments are now every two weeks, moving to once a week my last month.
and because i have an ultrasound every visit
i get to see noah in 3D a lot...
and i love it.
he's covering half his face with his hand,
but you can make out his little face pretty well.
and of course, i think he's adorable.
things i'm loving:
how much i feel him move around... all day, every day.
watching my belly move around as he kicks + flips all over the place.
knowing he can hear my voice... and his dad's voice.
watching him move around in response to brandon talking to him.
my big round belly.
the idea that i have my little buddy with me where ever i go.
giving him hugs... yes, i give him hugs.
playing drums on my stomach when he's kicking around.
singing in the car to him when i'm driving home from work.
watching my belly button disappear.
things i'm not loving:
when he kicks the living hell out of my ribs.
trying to roll out of bed in the morning.
waking up hungry.
putting on a shirt only to realize it doesn't fit anymore...
even though it fit 3 days ago.
i'm getting anxious about meeting noah.
really really really anxious.
i'm dying to hold him.
on a slightly unrelated note:
i know i haven't posted in a while...
and when i have been posting it's all about being pregnant.
i've thought about being done with blogging...
but have decided that i'm just going to be shifting gears over the next couple of months.
so stay tuned as i begin the transition.