So, it's the 3rd trimester. Roughly 12 more weeks till we meet our son. His name is Harper Reid, and I hope he fits in well, because the first two have been getting on AMAZINGLY well. Today for example, they took all of their toys out of their drawers and dumped them on the floor, then they had a pretend tea party. Which was fun because no one was screaming. I've learned that I'm okay with a messy house so long as nothing smells bad and no one is screaming. Anyway, it's important to know your limits.
|2 Trimesters down, 3 months of growth and discomfort left to go!|
So that's a picture of me from last week, right on the cusp of the trimester change. Aside: right now, it should be noted that my son is doing somersaults inside of me and I feel what I must imagine a pumpkin must feel while someone is scraping out its insides. Bside: I'm not sure if I'm looking much bigger, but I frequently waddle when I walk because it hurts to move, and I find it really helps to swing my arms in an excessive manner to keep up forward momentum.
My husband just posed a hypothetical situation to me that began with the phrase, "So, if you were a woman..."
Over 7 years married, who says the magic has to go?