I am…over halfway done being pregnant? I will also say that this is the point of pregnancy that I consider to be peak-cute. You like, finally look pretty pregnant, but not so big that you look like you’re going to imminently give birth…FOR THREE MONTHS.
Getting into bed has started to be a massive pain. Which is only hilarious because right now our box spring and mattress are on the ground and not in a bed frame so I don’t even have to climb. True story: Marcus and I have discussed the possibility that when we move, maybe we won’t set-up our bed frame right away because the thought of having to start climbing into bed after all of this not-climbing is horrifying in the context of third trimester pregnancy.
In the last week or so, I’ve finally been in the mood to eat actual “real” food instead of all-carbs, all the time so that has been…an interesting change? The french fry life was not a bad one, but it is nice to want to eat vegetables again.
I will also say we had the anatomy ultrasound last week. The little one looks perfectly healthy and…it’s a GIRL! We weren’t going to find out the sex and then finally I just needed to know. We didn’t do any sort of flashy gender-reveal. We just told our parents, and then, our siblings, and then finally Marcus’ grandparents on Mother’s Day. No cake. No balloons popping out of a box. No confetti out of balloons. I think we all know I’m just not that person. It was still lovely without those trappings. Allison /Beka/Jeanne/Kirsten/Madelyn/Megan have been calling her “Glitter” since I told them that I was pregnant. Best name, right? I think that’s probably what we’ll call her on the blog from here on out.
Critter still has no idea that he’s getting a little sister. Even though we should be getting ready to welcome her, I’m just trying to soak up the last 18 weeks of it being just me and my best little partner in crime.