So we’ve hit the 32 week mark which means we’re visiting the doctor every 2 weeks, my stomach feels like it’s going to explode and the baby is about the size of a head of lettuce.
Wait… What? A Head of lettuce?
SURE if that head of lettuce is being entered into a county fair as the largest head of lettuce ever!
Zach was 19 inches long when he was born and Ellie was 18 inches, so I’m guessing this baby probably isn’t that long. Both my kids were 6 pounds 6 ounces, but I’m betting this baby is already bigger than a head of lettuce.
So we’re 7 weeks away and all I’ve purchased is a couple outfits and a pair of shoes. Could someone kick me in the butt and motivate me to go get ready for this poor little girl?
I know I sound like a negative Nelly and I really honestly don’t mean to. I have been way crankier than normal. Everything and everyone gets on my nerves.
There are moments that just sound of my dear husbands voice makes me stabby! Like right now, while I’m trying to type this he sitting next me babbling about one of his Facebook friends who got married. I don’t know this person. I’ve never met her. I don’t care! Why does he keep talking to himself about her stupid wedding? I don’t care what bouquet she carried. I don’t care where she got married. I don’t care who was in her wedding. I don’t care! Crap, now he’s babbling about a baby dolphin. Leave me alone and let me finish my post. HUSH!
I’m getting Braxton Hicks way more often this time. At least once a day for a few hours. My iron is really low, so I energy is really low. This is very inconvenient when you have a 1st grader who has homework 4 nights a week, dance 5 days a week, a crazy 20 month old climbing all over me and everything else he can find. Oh wait, did I forget to mention work? UGH!
Alright let’s try and be a little more positive about this new baby shall we.
My husband is extremely excited about having another baby girl in the house, which I find incredibly endearing. Ok, so maybe he isn’t getting on my nerves every moment of the day.
We have finally picked a name!
Oh what? Did you think I was going to tell you? Nope, we don’t share the name before the baby is born. You’ll just have to wait!
Alright, fine, I’m done complaining. Tell me, at what point where you just completely over being pregnant?