Just wanted to do a quick update on Baby #3, seeing as how I missed my 28 week one. I am officially in the 30s but with 10 weeks left to go it still feels like an eternity. I'm at the point in the pregnancy where I am a little over it...ok, a LOT over it! I have passed the craziness of the first trimester and the cuteness of the second and am well into my third trimester, complete with all the rapid growth, aches, pains, discomfort, heartburn and exhaustion. But I still have a long way to go before I can say I am in the home stretch so I just need to settle in and deal with it. But the great news is that my 28 week appointment went really well and so far my little body is holding up just fine....no bed rest for this mama! Needless to say I was beyond relieved since that's the point where I was put on bed rest with Gavin. So overall I am doing great and loving all the movement and kicks from my little girl! So I'll be ok as long as I can endure 10 more weeks of comments like, "you're huge!" "are you giving birth tomorrow?!" and my personal fave "wow, you sure you don't have two in there?!" Really people?
On another note, I have to share an interesting tidbit about the hubs. With Jack and Gav he never had any sort of sympathy pains, cravings, etc. He never really had any sympathy for me at all but that's another blog. Anyway, for whatever reason, this time around he's pretty much had every symptom, aside from the puking, which I wouldn't wish on anyone. It started with the cravings and sweet tooth....the other day he told me to make cookies because he was craving milk. The man only drinks milk in his cereal while I can drink 4 glasses a day. Along with that came minor weight gain, moodiness, exhaustion and forgetfulness. He also can't sleep at night, has crazy dreams and terrible heartburn. A few weeks ago he even told me he had pelvic pain....do men even get that?
But the best one yet was his changing look over the past 7 months. I think that since he can't grow a baby belly, he decided to grow a beard. Man, can he grow a beard! He's always grown one during my pregnancy's but this one really crossed the line. It went from George Michael's scruff to the Uni-bomber to Duck Dynasty and I was just over it. I didn't see his lips for a months. I told him there was no way he was going to kiss our sweet little princess with that Brillo pad, so today, it came off! I was so happy to see his face again. But Gavin had a strange reaction to it. He was actually a little afraid of Christian and started crying. He just kept putting his head on Christian's shoulder then looking at him and whimpering. And we realized that he's only known his daddy with that beard since he was basically one year old. So it was a big change for him. But he's already used to it. Anyway, here's the before and after pictures I took today. Here's hoping we never have to see the first one again!
Ok, in his defense, he had just come back from a run so he was very sweaty! But I swear when he came to the back door I thought we were being robbed! But this is still a good indication of how out of control his beard was. It measured almost 2 inches from his chin and he could curl the sides of his mustache like a member of a barber shop quartet...
Ahhh, my handsome man is back! He looks 10 years younger...
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