Hello there 23rd week of pregnancy! I am 22 weeks and one day along feeling much closer to seven months pregnant than five… Eesh! Quite a ways to go… and not all at the same time.
Nesting kicked in last night, appropriately as I lay sick in bed during youth group. Because clearly the best time to dust and organize is when you’ve got a gnarly head cold. I made lists and diagrams instead. And then couldn’t get to sleep because I wanted to flip the light switch on in Ellie’s room and begin raiding her closet. Again, with the timing. Seriously?!
I will post a photo soon, I forgot to take a 20 week belly pic and will try to make up for that in a few days. For now I’m snuggled in our home wearing pj’s and working from bed. So far, with the exception of growing at a much quicker rate, I am carrying frijolita (baby girl’s nickname given by JD) the same way I carried El, with a lil extra padding all the way around, particularly in the backside region. JD is actually thrilled… 😉
The other night I picked up my Bradley birthing book and started from page one, as if I haven’t already taken a twelve week course on the whole ‘shooting a watermelon out of a pringle can’ thing. I’m actually not dreading childbirth. Though I know how painful it is, I’m excited to have a doctor who is pro natural childbirth and only induces with pitocin when medically necessary. Truthfully I’d just really like to go into labor on my own this time around. I have The Business of Being Born on our Netflix que as well. Why? Because I’M INSANE. Next thing you know I’m going to start watching live births on youtube of complete strangers. TMI? Well, apparently pregnancy gives me an extra shot of ‘sas’ cuz I could write a whole lot more and am choosing to refrain… didn’t you miss me blog?!
Maybe it’s the head cold.