As of tomorrow, I am officially 28 weeks pregnant. Assuming she actually stays in until 40 weeks, I only have 12 weeks until delivery. She's already about a week or so ahead on developing, so I'm doubting I have the full 12 weeks.
I've already gained 25 lbs, and the 3rd trimester you gain weight the fastest... joy of joys. I could do another 10 lbs I suppose... but 15 may make me cry. I'm silly like that. Denny finds it hilarious. (jokes on him because he's gained weight too :P muhaha) Oh well. That's what sit ups are for, right?
With such little time until the baby arrives, I get anxious at random times. My biggest worry is about making the transition easy for Sophie. Of course there will be changes, but I want her life to stay as constant and familiar as it can. I've already made Denny all but sign his name in blood, promising that he would take a week off once she was born.
I never had a sister, so I don't really know what to do about it. What if one is fat and one is skinny? What if either of them deals with the crazy/depression/happy pills that is on both sides of our families? What if this? What if that? I have a very vivid imagination, and I can spend hours thinking about things that might happen.
We'll just have to take it as it comes. For now, I'll focus on sewing up adorable tiny diapers, and spending lost of time with my little booger bean.
I've already gained 25 lbs, and the 3rd trimester you gain weight the fastest... joy of joys. I could do another 10 lbs I suppose... but 15 may make me cry. I'm silly like that. Denny finds it hilarious. (jokes on him because he's gained weight too :P muhaha) Oh well. That's what sit ups are for, right?
With such little time until the baby arrives, I get anxious at random times. My biggest worry is about making the transition easy for Sophie. Of course there will be changes, but I want her life to stay as constant and familiar as it can. I've already made Denny all but sign his name in blood, promising that he would take a week off once she was born.
I never had a sister, so I don't really know what to do about it. What if one is fat and one is skinny? What if either of them deals with the crazy/depression/happy pills that is on both sides of our families? What if this? What if that? I have a very vivid imagination, and I can spend hours thinking about things that might happen.
We'll just have to take it as it comes. For now, I'll focus on sewing up adorable tiny diapers, and spending lost of time with my little booger bean.
1 comment:
28 weeks!?! Wow where has the time flown!?! I remember when you told me you were preggers!
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