Also known as six months.
Not really, until tomorrow, but earlier is better than later is better than never.
When I was pregnant with Ronan, I realized that people don’t like to hear that you are miserable. When they ask how you are feeling, they want to hear that you feel great. I never did. But I bit my tongue, smiled and said, “I’m doing awesome!” over and over again.
This time, I answer with honesty. I feel fantastic. The little things that annoy me – not being able to get up on my own, having trouble rolling over in bed – they are so trivial compared to how glad I am to be pregnant. I was flipping through photo books of newborn photography and became desperate to hold one when I realized I’m more than half way there. I will be holding my brand new baby in four short months.
My belly is getting pleasantly bigger, and I’m finally out of that awkward phase where I don’t look pregnant enough for maternity clothes, but my regular stuff doesn’t fit. My boobs have blown out of proportion… my previous pregnancy D-cup bras are starting to feel a little snug. I find myself wondering how to manage them. Ha!
My hips are spreading and my feet are growing. I desperately need a new pair of shoes for the winter, and I have had NO chance to go get some. Every pair I own has been pinching my toes, and I keep telling myself, “I’ll go tomorrow.” I have yet to be successful.
This little baby girl is still a mover and a shaker. She is quite predictable with her active times, and she turns flips and somersaults with regularity. She goes crazy whenever I have anything even remotely sweet… Chik fil A milkshake? CRAZY BABY!
Not much else has changed. The time is flying by faster than I could have imagined, and I still find myself going insane with impatience. I’m glad she wont be here tomorrow… I’m not ready. But I can’t wait all the same.
Ronan turns 20 months old tomorrow. You can do the math… 4 short months until we have a baby – those same 4 short months until my big boy turns two years old. He is such an amazing kid, so smart and inquisitive, active and fun. He LOVES to be chased and tickled, signing “more” before you even stop. We get occasional hugs and kisses, when he’s in the mood, but he’s always up for a good bribe. (Fruit snacks for kisses is a favorite of mine.) His appetite has been down lately, and I’ve been struggling to get him to eat nutrient packed food to keep him going.
The last two days, he’s had a fever of 103+. I don’t know what’s up, but we’re just waiting this one out. My poor, sick boy is sitting on the stairs next to me, watching “Ratatouille” without moving, a paci in his mouth and a paci in his hands.
A bunch of recent pics, because I want to post them and wont have a chance later. Lets just blow our whole load on this post, and get it over with.
I am 24 weeks pregnant, and Ronan is 20 months old.
Big ol’ blue eyes.
I dunno, mum!
Fun at the playground. I love this picture.
Throwing rocks is FUN.
Me and my boy-love.
Next Calvin Klein underwear model? Hehehehe.