25 Weeks

the best of the worst. will have to burn this outfit.

25 weeks- baby is viable! Hollaaaa!

Well. I’m feeling lots of movement, which is fun. Isabelle got to feel the baby kick the other day and that was exciting for her. Baby moves a lot at night when I’m laying down, or probably I just notice it more because I’m holding still. Today was my due date for Lincoln two years ago! TWO YEARS. Already!

We are getting closer on names for this little girl, and honestly if you ask Jazz it’s basically a done deal. We are still in search of a middle name, something which we may never agree on. I’m still up in the air on every thing mostly because I feel like I need to see the baby before we name her. What will she look like?

I still sleep really well. And knock on wood- this usually isn’t a problem for me 1) because I am so tired and 2) I am a natural side sleeper to begin with so it isn’t that different for me. Just harder to turn over. I had such a nasty cough last week and it was really disturbing my sleep and OH MAN I am less fun without rest. I have more indigestion with this pregnancy than before- maybe the old wives’ tale is true and she will have hair? Probably not, I’m really good at growing bald babies. Super cute bald babies.

I went to take pictures for this post the other day when the kids were napping (hi tiny camera remote in my right hand.) Took a series of pictures and uploaded them on my computer and then went HOLY COW. I’m huge. I’m way bigger than last time at this point (damn.) So naturally I deleted all the pictures and cried a little bit and took a nap. Gaining weight during pregnancy is hard for me. It was hard the first time and it’s just as hard this time- maybe even harder because I know what is coming. I’m still 15 weeks away from the finish line and knowing that I will gain more makes me depressed. Deep Breath. I have to remind myself that this is temporary. This is not long term- this is a short term problem that bothers me and eventually there will be a time and a place to fix it. I just am not one of those women who looks like a basketball is smuggled under their shirt- I gain weight everywhere. Also, eff you holiday treats. Going to try to up my walking game this month.

So today I put my big girl pants on and re-loaded those same pictures and just picked one. Who really cares, this is what I look like at 25 weeks pregnant with my third child. My hair is washed and I have clean clothes on and I’m giving myself points for that. Whatever.

Next on the list as far as Shy Baby goes is to figure out where to put her. She will likely be in our room for the first few months, as that seemed to work well with Lincoln. We need to find a little dresser for her tiny baby things. Eventually we will put her crib in with Isabelle- Izzie is just about done with naps and I think she will be more easy going about sharing a room than Lincoln will. Lincoln still naps 2 1/2 hours a day and I’m not touching that with a ten foot pole. You get your own room, kid. Also, I’m never putting him in a toddler bed ever, so there’s that.

Supposed to be napping. Too cute to scold.