First (Real) Haircut (and 27 Weeks)

Today I had to take a day off because our daycare is closed for a vacation day.  I decided that since we have the time on a weekday that maybe we should make an appt to get munchkin's hair cut. You know, to fix the absolute hack job that J and I did on it a few months ago.  I didn't necessarily want to spend the money for it, but I figured they should be able to do it without stabbing him with scissors or poking an eye out.

I googled some places and found one that just opened no too far from home.  After having some trouble finding it we made it in (among all the construction).   First I let Andrew play for a while to get comfortable just being in a new place:

Then it was time to get in the seat.  A cute little "Cars" chair.  She tried to give him a magnetic drawing toy, but he was wary:

So we just put the cape on him to get ready:

He did pretty well.  He started with the pouty face and whimpering and escalated to full blown crying before long, but he sat still.  I could deal with him crying as long as he wasn't fighting the haircut:

She worked quickly and before long my handsome little man had a new 'do (and a lollipop):

He looks so much more grown up, but at least now his hair is out of his eyes and off of his neck so he can stay cooler.  My little guy is growing up...

And now for this week's update:

How far along? 27w0d and the size of a head of rutabaga.  WTF is a rutabaga?  He's probably around 14 inches and 2 lbs now.  He also has brain activity going on.

Weight loss/gain:  I weighed myself this morning and it showed a 27 lb gain. How the hell did I gain that  much already?

Maternity clothes: Mostly in maternity clothes now.  Pretty much all pants and shorts are, except for shorts I have with an elastic waist. I can still get into those. And I can still wear some regular shirts as long as they are longer in length.

Symptoms:  Besides my ever present cement bowel I've been getting some tightening in my belly.

Sex (of baby):  It's a BOY!!!

Name: Still nada.  We'll get to it eventually.

Sleep: Not too bad for the past few nights. I'm so tired when I get up, though.  I wish I could get more sleep but unless I go to bed right after Andrew does that probably won't happen.

Best moment this week? Honestly there isn't much going on.

Movement: A lot - particularly when I try to lay in my favorite sleeping position turned towards my stomach. He's not a fan of that and lets it be known immediately.

Food cravings:  I's just always hungry. I  need to reign in the snacking.

Belly button in or out?  In

What I miss?  Feeling attractive.

What I'm looking forward to?  Taking Andrew down to some Spoleto stuff this weekend. I think we're going to the market and to look at some of the art stuff tomorrow.

Milestones:  Hitting 3rd tri and now less than 3 months to go.

What I'm nervous about:  About transitioning Andrew to his new room. I know it's going to be a huge adjustment and I envision him not sleeping, which means I won't be sleeping.

And here are this week's pictures.  The belly is definitely rounding out a lot more:

And just for fun here is a head on shot:

Two Down...

Trimesters that is.  Two down and one to go.

Oh my god!

Three months from today is my due date - or at least the earliest of the three that have been mentioned.  And really, we want this kid out by September 1st at the latest for school start purposes.  Not that we are anywhere near getting ready to talk about induction dates with my OB or anything.  We're just hoping that 2.0 follows his big brother's lead and doesn't want to do overtime in my ute.

Three months.  Wow.  It's coming up fast.  I'm excited, nervous, scared, and a whole host of other emotions.  I'm going to try to enjoy these last three months as our family of three before everything changes.  And maybe at some point over these next three months we'll actually come up with a name for this little guy...

My Little Dancer

One thing that we have noticed over the last few months is that Andrew loves music. Loves it.  He could be playing with toys and not paying one bit of attention to what's on the tv, but as soon as a song or musical number comes on he stops what he's doing and starts bopping along to the music.

We have speakers outside on our deck and sometimes when we're hanging out in the evening we'll have the stereo on.  He gets this goofy grin on his face and starts bobbing his head and doing his funny little dance.  The kid has absolutely no rhythm, but he loves to dance.

Yesterday I walked up to the farmer's market to pick him up (our daycare walks them there on Tuesday's and that is where the parents pick the kids up).  More often than not they are sitting by the tent where there is live music being played.  It's normally a duo or just a single person playing the guitar and singing.  The kids love it.  This is what I found when I walked up yesterday:

Andrew was having a blast dancing around while I stood back and watched.  I couldn't help but smile at my little guy as I witnessed the unbridled joy on his face.

I hope he is always able to find this much joy in the little things.  I hope he's always so carefree and able to let loose when the mood hits.  It's a tough world out there - it's important to find happiness in the little things when you can.

It reminds me of the following quote:

"You've got to dance like there's nobody watching,

Love like you'll never be hurt,

Sing like there's nobody listening,

And live like it's heaven on earth."

- William W. Purkey

I love my little dancer and hope he's always able to dance like there's nobody watching.

My Guys

It's funny to think that 2+ years ago when I first became pregnant with Andrew that I was hoping he was a girl.  That I thought I would be happier with a little girl seems crazy to me now.

What in the world made me think that I should be a girl mom?  I am so not a girly girl.  Honestly, I don't know what I would do with a girl.  Sure, there are a lot more cute clothes for girls, but really - all the headbands and tutus and little frilly things just aren't me.

When people found out we're having another baby of course they would all ask "Are you hoping for a girl this time?".  I said that J was hoping for a girl, but that I would kind of like another boy.  I don't know, I just feel like I "get" boys better.  I do feel a little bad that J isn't getting his little girl and it makes me a little sad that he feels like he isn't getting the connection that he sees with me and Andrew.  But then I watch my two favorite guys together and I realize that they have an amazing connection themselves:

Andrew LOVES his daddy.  If we get home first, as soon as Andrew hears J come in the door from work he goes running full speed towards the front door shouting "Daddy!".  And most mornings after J has left for work (I do 95% of the daycare drop-offs) Andrew will say "Find daddy!".  And lately on nights when I am the one doing the rocking before bedtime, J will come in to give Andrew kisses goodnight.  Andrew will say "Daddy kisses!" over and over again, making sure that J gives him just one more kiss.  He throws his little arm around J's neck and smooshes his little face into the side of J's face to give him kisses.

I love watching the two of them together.  I can't help but smile when I catch the two of them sitting together, having a snack or reading a book.  Andrew is still his mini-me, at least in my opinion.  People say he's starting to look more like me, but I still see him as all daddy.

This weekend we had a great weekend at the pool, at the beach, taking bike rides, and just playing around the house.  There were several times where I just sat back and observed them - watching my two favorite guys in the whole world.  I know some people might think I'm missing out by not having a girl and some people (my mom included) are surprised that I am not a little sad about it.  Truth be told, I'm not sad.  I'm thrilled to be adding another little guy to my group of favorite guys.  I feel beyond blessed to have such amazing males in my family, and the blessings just keep coming.

So yeah - I love my guys. :)

26 Weeks

I'm too tired to come up with anything fun to talk about today.  Between my cramping bowels, munchkin's midnight screaming and 2.0's nightly acrobatics I didn't get much sleep.  So instead of being witty I'm just trying to make it through the day and thanking god that it's Friday.  So, is it 4:00 yet???

How far along? 26w0d and the size of a head of lettuce (or a large zucchini according to my phone app).  He's ~13.6 inches and just under 2 lbs.  He's practicing breathing by inhaling and exhaling amniotic fluid.  He also has eyelashes.

Weight loss/gain:  My alarm didn't go off and I was in a rush this morning so I didn't bother weighing myself. I knew I would hate what I saw on the scale anyway, so why ruin the beginning of a 3 days weekend.

Maternity clothes: 50/50 still.  I'm pretty much giving up on all non-maternity pants/shorts that have zippers, though.

Symptoms:  Surprise surprise - my bowels are still on strike.  I did take a dulcolax the other night and OMG the cramps were about as bad as the beginnings of labor with Andrew.  It worked, so I guess it was worth it, but damn I was miserable for a while there.

Sex (of baby):  It's a BOY!!!

Name: Still zero progress.  I guess we should start talking about it, huh?

Sleep: Not too bad, except for Tuesday night with the aforementioned cramps from hell. I've also been sleeping downstairs most of this week because J has an awful cough and it was keeping me up and pissing me off.

Best moment this week? This week has been blah.

Movement: Lots. He's clearly getting strong enough to bust through my anterior placenta.  He seems to be particularly active in the evenings and I really wish he would remove whatever appendage is shoved up under my ribs on the right side.  He seems to be following his big brother's lead - that is exactly where Andrew loved to torture me, too.

Food cravings:  I ate an entire container of wasabi peas this week.

Belly button in or out?  In

What I miss?  Feeling like I look good in my clothes.

What I'm looking forward to?  Three day weekend!  Woo hoo!!

Milestones:  Almost to 3rd tri. Yikes!

What I'm nervous about:  That J will want to go to the beach this weekend.  I cried last weekend when I had to put on a bathing suit for the pool and the thought of being in public in one is giving me major anxiety.  At least at Jay's pool it was just us.

Here I am in all my glory this morning. I won't even admit to how many outfit changes I had this morning - and this was the best I could do:

And just for shits and giggles here I was back at 12 weeks.  My ass has definitely expanded right along with my belly.  Bummer.

Double Digits

Holy frijoles!  Are you kidding me?!?  This pregnancy is already down into the double digit countdown. As of today I have 99 days to go until my estimated due date (at least for the first one).

Whoa.  Shit just got real.

I don't know if it's because I'm just a lot more busy with my little spazz of a toddler (dude, seriously - he is a mess) or if it's because I am still in a little bit of denial that soon we will have two little spazzes to handle.  Either way, this thing is flying.

Tomorrow is 26 weeks.

One week from today I hit three months to go.

Oy.

It's scary. It's exciting.  It's.... I don't know. Crazy?

I guess it's just weird/crazy/funny to me because when I was younger I kind of thought I'd never have kids. I didn't see myself as the maternal type.  Even when my nieces were born I didn't feel the connection or maternal type feelings.  Now here I am - well on my way to having my second little munchkin.  I still feel like I don't connect well with other people's kids, though.  I guess there's just something special about my own because I love Andrew with everything that I have.  As frustrating as he can be he is seriously the most awesome kid I ever could have asked for.  Love that crazy spazz.

Wow. So yeah.  99 days (or if this little guy pulls the early appearance like his big brother - even less!). Here we go...

This is Hard

Pregnancy.  It's not easy.  Physically... Emotionally...  Mentally...  It's tough.

I feel like the physical side is harder this go around than it was with Andrew.  I am so run down all the time.  It's not that I'm not sleeping well, but I'm just so exhausted.  I know it's because I don't get the down time that I got when I was pregnant with the munchkin.  Back then in the evenings I could veg on the couch after a rough day and get some extra rest.  Not possible with a 2 year old running around yelling "Mommy!  Mommy!" all the time.

He just. Doesn't. Stop.

I want to play with him - I do.  But sometimes I don't.  Sometimes I wish I could say "Go away, mommy is resting."  But I don't.  And wishing I could say that leads to the the emotionally hard part.  I'm wishing I could have some time to myself when there is only one kid to keep up with.  One kid who isn't as constantly needy as a newborn will be.  And even now I don't have that time.  Which means that in 3 or so months when there is a screaming crying newborn here I will have even less time (if that is even possible).

This has led to quite a few breakdowns over the last couple months.  Saturday was one of those.

J was off riding his bike and sent me a text saying I could meet them at Jay's house to hang out at the pool.  Which meant he expected me to get myself AND the munchkin ready and head out that way.  Great.  I had Andrew upstairs with me while I tried to find something to wear that didn't make me feel like a big fat cow.  Andrew was whining and I was crying because everything made me feel like a big fat cow.  I gave up and settled on something, then took him downstairs to get him ready, all the while swearing under my breath and cursing J.  The whole time I was getting Andrew ready he was yelling and whining.  I was trying to find shoes for him, and every pair I put on him he fussed and took them off.  I was so frustrated I threw the shoes across the room, yelled "Fine! Then don't wear shoes!" and walked out of the room to finish packing up our stuff.  Andrew of course had a shocked look on his face and started to cry.  So did I.  What is wrong with me? I just yelled at my two year old because he was fussing.  I suck.

Seriously? I yelled at this sweet kid?  Bring on the guilt...

I picked Andrew up and gave him a huge hug and apologized for getting upset.  I got everything in the car and headed to Jay's.  I had tears rolling down my cheeks for most of the 5 min drive.  When I pulled up J came out to help.  He saw how upset I was and told me he could have come home that we didn't have to come out there.  I told him I just needed him to be in charge of Andrew for a little while, that it was a rough morning and that I'm having a very hard time because I look so fat. He sweetly said I am not fat, that I am pregnant and I look fine.  While I sat with Andrew feeding him his hot dog lunch J went in and changed into his swim trunks.  When he came back out he came over, gave me a big hug and a sweet kiss and told me it's ok.  Then for the next hour he played with Andrew in the pool and kept him entertained so I could relax on a pool chaise and gather my thoughts.

The rest of the day was good.  When we got home we put Andrew down for a nap and then J and I also lounged on the couch and napped. It was heavenly - except for the fact that I fell asleep with my contacts in and had to peel them off my eyes when I woke up.

The rest of the weekend was good and there was no more crying from me.  I'm still an emotional mess, though, and it's starting to scare me.  I didn't have any postpartum depression or anxiety with Andrew, but my mental and emotional state right now is making me worry for what's to come after this baby gets here.  I guess on the plus side I am already aware of it so I'm hoping that I will recognize if there is an issue postpartum and can take the necessary steps to get help.

Yeah, pregnancy is hard.

25 Weeks

How far along? 25w0d and the size of a head of cauliflower (or a squash according to my phone app).  He's ~13.6 inches and around 1.5 lbs.  He can grasp his hands and wiggle his fingers and toes (which are also forming nails).

Weight loss/gain:  +21 lbs.  Ugh.

Maternity clothes: 50/50.  I wore non maternity clothes yesterday and was fine and have a non maternity dress to wear to the wedding tonight. I've given up on non maternity jeans, though.

Symptoms:  My colon still sucks - coconut water and hot water with lemon have had no effect on it.  Getting some more aches and pains and cardio workouts have gotten harder. Running is much harder this go 'round.

Sex (of baby):  It's a BOY!!!

Name: Still nothing. I kind of discussed it with  my mom on Mother's Day, but J and I haven't gotten anywhere.  He vetoed Owen (I'm still lobbying for it) and I vetoed Jackson.  All I know is it will not be an 'A' name because I don't want to be those people that name all their kids name with the same first letter.

Sleep: Not bad, but I'm still always tired.  Pregnant with a toddler is SO much more tiring than being pregnant as a first time mom.

Best moment this week? Getting to hear the little guy's heartbeat on Tuesday at my appt.

Movement: Quite a bit, even with my anterior placenta.  He was especially active after my ice cream bar last night (and yeah, that's really helping the weight gain...)

Food cravings:  Can't get enough fruit.

Belly button in or out?  In

What I miss?  Not feeling like a whale.

What I'm looking forward to?  Getting dressed up for the wedding tonight and having a date night (they are few and far between).

Milestones:  I don't know - inching closer to 2nd tri?

What I'm nervous about:  Leaving Andrew with a new babysitter tonight. It's giving me some anxiety.

And me this morning.  I'm working from home so you will have to excuse the hairdo (or lack thereof).  Not sure why I thought it was a good idea to post a bare belly pic!:

Mother's Day (a little late)

This past weekend was my third Mother's Day as mommy to the sweetest little kid I could have ever asked for.

I woke up to the cute little bouquet that Andrew and his daddy picked for me and the handmade card that they made, sitting on the dining room table.  I forgot to take a picture though so you can't see it.

We got the little guy up and got ready for our trek up to Myrtle Beach. (I hate that drive).  We set forth and Andrew busied himself reading about Pookie:

We made it to my parents house right around lunchtime and hung out for a little while before we headed out to get something to eat:

It's impossible to get a picture with all three kids looking.

We just went to a little mexican restaurant for lunch.  Andrew only ate about half of his quesadilla, but that's probably because he filled up on chips and cheese dip.  After lunch we wanted to take the kids to the park so they could burn off some energy.  Plus I wanted to walk around a little so I wouldn't feel so full.

Afterward my sister and the girls went home so Kendall could nap and we headed back to my parent's house for a little bit.  Andrew ran around for about an hour and then I could tell that we were starting to lose him.  Before we left I attempted to get a picture of Andrew and I with my mom.  Yeah - that didn't work:

I seriously could not stop laughing.  We were trying to just get a nice picture, but as soon as I picked him up he started saying "I get down!".  Then came the flailing.  Hilarious.

We decided to head home to wrap up Mother's Day.  Andrew napped the whole way and woke up when we were 5 mins from home.  Just in time for dinner and the tub.

All in all it was a very  nice Mother's Day. I spent the day with my favorite people and got some delicious chocolate covered strawberries as a bonus.  Yay mom's!

I hope all of you moms out there also had a fantastic Mother's Day filled with love and laughter.

V-Day! (24 Weeks)

Holy moly - I cannot believe that I am already at this point.  24 weeks.  That means that if this little guy made the poor decision to show up now he would at least have a fighting chance.  Not that I feel like his arrival is imminent or anything.  No signs of anything going on down there.  Hopefully it stays that way for quite some time - I am not ready for him to be here yet.

And on to this week.

How far along? 24w0d and the size of a cantaloupe. Around 12 inches long and weighing over one pound.   He possibly has some hair on top of his head at this point.

Weight loss/gain:  +19.5 lbs.  Trying to rein in the weight gain since I would really like to keep under the 35 lb mark.

Maternity clothes: Some.  I'm wearing maternity jeans and a t-shirt today since I didn't feel like looking like a stuffed sausage.  I was able to wear a non-maternity dress the other day and it fit fine.

Symptoms:  My colon still sucks (and coconut water tastes like ass) and I was in pain after running Wednesday night.  I'll be really bummed if I have to cut my mileage down this early this time since I was able to make it to 36 weeks with Andrew.

Sex (of baby):  It's a BOY!!!

Name: Still no progress and we haven't even talked about it in weeks. I should probably be feeling a greater sense of urgency with this, but I really don't.

Sleep: Not too bad, except Wednesday night. I've been sleeping pretty soundly and luckily Andrew is getting back to his normal sleep schedule.

Best moment this week? It was kind of a 'meh' week so nothing really happened.

Movement: Yes.  Apparently my favorite sleep position is about to be a thing of the past because 2.0 doesn't seem to like it.  He was kicking/poking up a storm when I was trying to fall asleep last night.

Food cravings:  Still produce.  Loving strawberries, blueberries and grapefruit right now.

Belly button in or out?  In

What I miss?  A decent long run.

What I'm looking forward to?  Next Tuesday and getting to hear his heartbeat again.

Milestones:  Viability day!!

What I'm nervous about:  How much daycare is going to cost.  C'mon powerball jackpot!!

And me this morning.  Couldn't get a good pic in my normal spot so you'll have to settle for the nice bathroom shot:

Garden 2013

Can I just tell you how excited I am about our garden this year.  I love spring and the promise of fresh produce to come.

This year our garden has moved.  We shifted everything back along the fence to give us more yard space now that we have the fenced in yard.  It was a lot of work, but SO worth it.  I'm really hoping that we get a nice bounty from everything that we've planted:

This is an overall view of our new garden space.  So glad the sod is finally taking and filling in.

This is the first box on the far right.  Bell peppers, tomatoes and onions

Next box to the left - Cauliflower, spinach, cucumber and a few onions sprinkled in.

Next box to the left - tomato, bell pepper, string beans and some onions.

Moving left - broccoli, spinach and onions.

Next up - tomato, bell peppers, string beans and onions.

Next we have broccoli, spinach and yellow squash

More bell peppers, tomatoes, string beans and onions.

This last box is a free for all.  The blackberry bush is a transplant.  There is some broccoli (I think that's what that is) and then the radishes and cantaloupe were planted from seeds just to see if they would grow.  I think I went overboard with the radishes and I have to thin them out more.  I also planted some honey dew seeds, but so far I don't see any of them popping up.

I can't wait for this little guy to get bigger:

Now if only I could get Andrew to eat some of these fresh veggies...

Wordless Wednesday ~ My Picasso

Rainy Weekend

I hate rainy weekends.  I used to not mind them - it meant that I could cuddle on the couch and watch a movie or read a book.  Unfortunately when you have a spazz of a toddler to entertain there is no quiet weekend to be had.  A rainy weekend means I have to come up with other ways to entertain the munchkin and distract him from his normal "I go outside?!" exclamation.

We've done the aquarium and I still plan on taking him to the Children's Museum (still need to get our membership - and figure out where the heck it is) but this past weekend I figured we would try something else.

Since he LOVES to bounce I decided that we would try Monkey Joe's.  We hadn't been there before and I wasn't quite sure where it was so I plugged it into my phone and off we went.

We had our first meltdown when they put the wristband on him.  Apparently he is not a fan of having something on his wrist.  I tried to distract him from it by pushing it up under his sleeve, which worked for the most part.  I took off his shoes, put on my socks (so I could join him in the bouncer), stowed our stuff and went to find a good one to start with.  Luckily they have a bouncer that is for ages 3 and under only.  I climbed in there with him and sat around the edge.  At first he didn't seem like he was sure what he should do. He clung to me a bit and just watched some of the other kids.  After a minute or two he gained some confidence and took a few steps away.

A few minutes later he was having a blast.  He was laughing and saying "I bounce!" while he hopped up and down.  He'd come running back over to me every so often, to make sure I was still there I guess, and then he would be off again.

Every once in a while  bigger kid would come in there, but the "referees" were good at making sure only little kids played in that particular bouncer.

After a while I figured we should check out some of the other bouncers.  We found this one that has a couple short climbing walls that lead to a slide on the far end.  I helped him climb the first wall and he slid down into the space between the two walls.

I was standing there talking to him when one of the referees told me I could go in there with him. (Since he's under 4 I am able to be in there to assist him).  I hopped in and helped him climb the next section.  Then I helped him climb the last wall and he went down the slide.  I quickly slid down after him and hopped off so I could help him get down (it was a little too high for him to climb down) and he was laughing.  As soon as his little feet hit the ground he went running back around to the entrance and started climbing back up.  We did this at least four or five times, laughing the entire time.  At that point there were a bunch of bigger kids who were climbing in and jumping around and Andrew started too look a little apprehensive.  I decided we would go back to the first bouncer for a little while.

I started to worry that he was going to pitch an absolute fit when I made him leave since he was having so much fun. I wasn't really in the mood for a public meltdown, so I was (very) pleasantly surprised when he bounced over to me and exclaimed "No more bounce!".  When I asked if he was done bouncing he said "All done!" and held up his arms for me to pick him up and get him out of there.

We spent a little more than an hour there and to me it was an extremely successful trip.  He had fun and worked off some energy, so for me it was a win-win.

So I guess I can add Monkey Joe's to our list of things to do on some of our rainy weekends.  I just wish it was a little bit closer to home.  But, if it makes him happy and lets him have fun I guess it's worth the 15 minute drive.  Anything for my little munchkin.

Book Love (and 23 Weeks)

This kid loves books.  Loves them. And I love that he loves them. I have always been a big reader (except for recently since I never seem to have the time or energy) so I love the fact that he is so into books.

Every night after we brush his teeth he goes running into his room yelling "Read books!" and heads for the bookcase.  One of us will settle in the recliner and tell him to bring a book over.  He grabs whichever one he wants, scoops up Mr. Duck and comes over to be picked up and read to. Once we finish that one he will say "More books!", hop down off my lap and scurry over to get another one.  Sometimes there is already a pile by the recliner so we just choose from them. I swear most nights he would have us read every single book on the bookshelf if we'd do it.

"No sleep!  More books!!"

Normally after 4 or 5 books I cut him off and tell him it's time for bed.  Half the time as I'm turning off the light so we can rock quietly for a few minutes he'll say the name of another book, pleading for me to read one more.  I tell him that we'll read Elmo (or Little Quack or Maisy) tomorrow and try to get him settled for the night.

It makes me happy that he is so into books.  I love catching him sitting in his room flipping through one or sitting in the corner of the living room with his bin of books "reading" to himself.  I really hope this love of books continues throughout his life because to me there is nothing better than settling down on a rainy day with a good book and getting lost in another world.

And on to this week.

How far along? 23w0d and the size of a grapefruit. According to The Bump he's ~10.5 to 11.8 inches and 12.7 to 20.8 ounces.  He's at least a pound by now based on my scan a few weeks ago.  He has nipples and can hear my voice.

Weight loss/gain:  +19 lbs.  Blah..

Maternity clothes: Some.  Yesterday I wore non-maternity pants and was fine. Today I'm sporting maternity jeans and a top just because I didn't feel like searching for something to wear that made me look/feel fat.

Symptoms:  My colon sucks and my hips hurt after I ran the other night. I attribute that to loosening joints and ligaments.

Sex (of baby):  It's a BOY!!!

Name: Still no progress. We'll talk about it eventually  :)

Sleep: After starting out the week with a bang with my all-nighter with Andrew it has gotten much better.  I'm still always tired, but I'm getting 7+ hours a night.

Best moment this week? Not all that much went on. I did see some kicks from the outside so that was cool.  Oh, and I FINALLY told work yesterday on  my afternoon conference call (I NEVER see my boss). Most everyone seemed happy for me.

Movement: Yep, even with my anterior placenta I'm feeling a lot now.

Food cravings:  Still produce.

Belly button in or out?  In

What I miss?  Having abs.

What I'm looking forward to?  My next appt on the 14th - until then there isn't much happening.

Milestones:  Nothing.

What I'm nervous about:  Back to freaking out about two kids. I guess that's never gonna go away, huh?

And me this morning.  I didn't realize my face looked so chubby.  Oh well, at least my bump is finally surpassing my boobs.