and as promised to myself, here's yet another post all about having a baby in my stomach. I think I have successfully passed the "huge" stage and entered "y-uuuge" territory. It's okay though, I'm cool with it as long as you are. At this stage of my pregnancy the kicks and jabs and "feels-like-you're-tying-my-organs-into-teeny-boy-scout-knots" are in full swing. This baby girl is an energetic-wiggly-worm-busy-bee and it makes me laugh (though it probably won't for the next 1-8 years). I have become a sweat-monster with all this hot weather we've been having, so June should be a really hardworking month for me and my sweat glands. TMI? Just wait till you see me sitting in a pool in my swimsuit all Summer long, because I will most likely refuse to do or wear anything else at 9 months pregnant. (And I guarantee to you, THAT will be too much information my friends. Steer clear.) Let's see, we got Ivys big girl room ready, complete with a big girl bunk bed! I use the word "ready" loosely because we are still missing the mattresses and bedding and art and what not, but we'll get there I'm sure. I cried in an episode of Whitney last night, so there's that. (To be frank, I don't know what's more embarrassing, my emotional state or the fact that I continue to record and watch Whitney.) We are still struggling with a baby girl name, please use the comment section as a suggestion box if you don't mind your name potentially being used and you feel so inclined. Serious. I pulled out all of Ivys old clothes and blankets and got them in the nursery, it got me so giddy! I just love newborns. Whenever I tell Geoff I'm fine with having 2-3 kids he laughs, turns his head, does an old school "talk to the hand" type of gesture, and sassily says, "You love newborns too much, you'll want to keep having babies till your babies are having babies!" He's a little bit right but a-lot-a-bit wrong, I'm not about to relive any Father of the Bride Part II scenes. No thank you. Anyway, it's hard to believe that in just a couple months baby girl will be here and I'll be taking the same Myspace-style mirror shots as above but of my six-pack instead. Just kidding. I think that's all for now about this stage of pregnancy, I'll probably do another "knocked-update" when I'm 30 weeks, or the next time I'm not wearing sweats and a Yogurtland shirt, whichever comes first. (So yeah, count on around 30 weeks...)
We can't wait to hold and smooch and love on you, little lady!