I’ve been such a slacker. I’ve heard it happens with #2 and beyond. I used to love my weekly poses on Beach St. from about week 8 and onward with Emily. With Aidan I was still pretty good, starting later, maybe around 18 weeks with some major gaps. Well, today I finally asked Daddy if he would take a couple “belly shots.” About time, right?
No, that’s not the baby’s large hand falling out of my belly in the background!
I feel like a house. Feeling good overall, but sleeping is getting more difficult and getting up to pee in the middle of the night is getting really old. Emily felt a few good kicks from her brother (the one inside) at bedtime and she was SO excited about it. Then she said, “I’m gonna give him a kiss.” Very cute. She’s obsessed with the amount of sleeps involved in upcoming events such as, until Nana comes home, Easter, Disney. So tonight she wanted to know how many sleeps until the baby comes. We’re all getting excited . When I told her about 87 sleeps, she wasn’t too pleased. Then she asked, “how many sleeps until there’s only 3 more sleeps?” Whoa, getting complicated. I told her, “about 84.” “Ooooohhhhhhh, what season will it be? THAT IS TOO MANY!” Thank GOD the Easter Bunny is coming tonight-our saving grace!
Oh, and the Jaycees put on an Egg Hunt on the common last Saturday morning. What a difference a week makes in terms of weather around these parts. Someone made the front page of the Reporter, which I have yet to see. But it just may be this one…can anyone Spot some Stows?