So I am around 7 months. I'm not gonna lie, I get a little confused counting months. Counting weeks makes more sense to me, but for some reason I got excited thinking about being around 7 months pregnant. It makes her arrival feel closer.
I am definitely in the third trimester, and I know this because . . .
1. I started itching. Which means blood taken every week and a lot more doctor's appts. My Dad took Briz on a date last week, and he asked her what we had done that day, and she said, "Oh we got some bloodwork done." She is learning a lot about needles and conquering her fear vicariously through me. I look forward to getting my blood taken. No really I do. Its feels relieving. I have to assure them every time I'm not a heroine addict.
2. I am getting rather large. Here is my belly at 29 weeks. I swear this picture makes me look smaller than I am. I feel pretty huge.
Much of my old maternity clothes that I wore up until the end of my last two pregnancies no longer fit me. It makes me feel really good about myself.
3. I am getting more and more excited for her to arrive. I bought my first baby item for her: a car seat. Sounds boring but I was excited. I am in nesting mode, wanting to organize and clean everything. Which is problematic when I am supposed to be lying down. I think it takes me up until the third trimester to start getting anything ready for babies' arrival.
4. My belly is constant entertainment. She is still moving a ton, and I love to just sit there and watch her kick and roll. It's my favorite (and probably only thing I actually like) about pregnancy. Nick is still pretty weirded out by it.
Now we just need a name. Any suggestions?