I'm huge. I'm tired... everyone tells me how tired I look. I'm happy. I'm healthy.
Baby boy Oops has turned. He's a mover and a shaker. My belly dances as I sit on the couch in the evening. It makes the Little Savages laugh to see my belly shake.
Some women I know are fretting that the baby's room isn't ready at 31 weeks gestation. Then there is me. This little guy's room does not even have walls and insulation yet. And paint and decor.... Ummm, I've given it little thought. I don't know if we will be living at The Green House when this little guy arrives.
It's soo much different with the third kid. I'm not worried. I know this kid will have lots of love, a roof over his head (somewhere), food, and clothes. That's really all they need after all.
It's nice to not worry.
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So fun!!! I can't believe your already 31 weeks. Your story just cracks me UP :)
ReplyDeleteI agree on realizing that you need far less than you may have thought with the first child or two. By our 4th, I think I felt like I needed a carseat and my chest :)
Hope the little guy calms down for you at least a little here and there!
~Jacci