For the cutest 2 year old in the world!
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Monday, October 28, 2013
So apparently I haven't done a baby update in awhile. Hello third trimester. If this baby arrives when Ezra did we have 5 weeks. Say what?!? I'm not really sure where the time went but I think I blinked and a month passed. I'm starting to feel the urgency to get things done. "Nesting" if you will. I'm on to every two week appointments until 36 weeks where I'll go weekly. Up until two weeks ago they let me do every 3-4 since I'm an old pro.
At my last my appointment my midwife asked me, "How are you feeling?"
Me: "I feel really good. Although I do either feel starving or nauseous, have insomnia and can't get to sleep for a couple hours, hip pain, and serious pressure when walking. But, other than that I'm fine."
Midwife: "So you have every end of pregnancy symptom."
Me: "Hmmm… guess so?"
Let's be serious. I feel as pregnant as I look. Bending over is a joke at this point, and I'm not sure how you can have pelvic pressure and also be out of breath. Is this baby that big? But, I'm trying to soak up these last weeks of pregnancy. The midwife told me to prepare for a 38 week arrival. Or if the baby is going to surprise us, months. I don't see that happening though. If this baby will stay in long enough for me to get up a Christmas tree I will be grateful.
32 weeks with baby 3
Ezra is starting to acknowledge the baby a lot now. He hasn't really cared up until this point. He is now saying hi to the baby and kissing my belly. Emerson asks me everyday if it's time for the baby to come out and has no shortage of name ideas.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
These two spend a lot of time together. They bunk together in the same room. Play non-stop. So of course they are best buds one minute and after each other the next.
Last swim of summer=freezing
Emerson kinda has just as much fun torturing him as playing with him peacefully. Go figure.
Classic hip pose
Ezra calls her sister, and has since he started talking. So I found it hilarious that recently that he started calling for her saying, "Sister, (then turns to me) where's my brother?" He seriously thinks that her name is sister and that she is his brother.
Divided the easel so they could actually share.
I think I might die of shock when he starts calling her Emerson. It will be an end of an era.