So! Lots has happened in my life lately, non-pregnancy related, which has made the last few weeks completely fly by. I'm one week away from halfway done! HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN!?!?
Regardless, here I am. I have a noticeable bump and my non-pregnancy wardrobe is starting to dwindle. The other day I went out a bought a giant comfortable bra (I sort of called it a Grandma bra....no offense, Grandma!), no wires.....completely off the sexy chart. Which, truth be told, I probably left ages ago.
I had my first crazy pregnancy dream two nights ago! A real freaky one. I was at the doctors having an ultrasound and the baby was all blue and illuminated, sort of like there was an LED light in there, and it was FREAKING out. Laughing manically, sticking it's tongue out (which was sorta pointy) and rolling all over the place. I thought well, she has Caleb's personality too! And then they had me drink this chocolate shake as I watched as the baby immediately started eating some from this straw that was in there, and it was still chocolatley. I remember thinking well, that does it for me and Diet Coke the rest of the pregnancy!
Then the doctor came in, and he happened to be Elder Holland, a general authority in my church, and he had bionic legs. Suddenly Wyatt was there and acting up, and managed to get one of his bionic legs off him, and I had to help him put it back on.
The end. Super freakin' what-the-heck-was-that dream.
This morning I had my first (of this pregnancy) leg cramp. I could swear I had them way earlier last time, so I naively thought I was in the clear. It's been awhile since I've had one, so in my agonizing pain I couldn't remember how to move my leg to get rid of it. I'm still not sure. Do you point your toes? Flex them? One of them makes it worse and one makes it go away and I can never remember when I need it.
This last Sunday was my first in our new ward and so of course I had the opportunity to tell people over and over about our family, meaning I said the phrase, "We have one 3 year old boy and one on the way" about a million times. Which is just weird, people! A whole 'nother child that could look exactly like or absolutely different than Wyatt. Which is hard to imagine, you know?
Cause it's a girl. Remember? Cause I almost keep forgetting. I went from wondering how on Earth I was going to do a boy, to not being able to imagine how to NOT do a boy. I spent an hour or so the other night browsing crib sets for girls, and could instantly pick out the boy designs I liked and would get, but couldn't decide on any for a girl. Too pink, too flowery, not sweet enough. A girl! That will need her hair actually done every day, and will require tights! Ruffled bums! Hair bows!
The other day Caleb brought up my girly box, and we found things I'd put in there that I'd forgotten all about. I can't believe a little girl is going to fill them soon.
(Last weeks...took a pic but forgot to post!)
And this weeks...
I don't think I see any difference....but it feels like there's one!