Third trimester! Home stretch–though 12 weeks seems like so far to go.
I was ‘that mom’ who pushed a stroller with a flailing, crying toddler one mile back to the car while sweetly smiling at passersby as if nothing in the world was wrong while inwardly cringing.
The thought actually crossed my mind that my maternity clothes may not fit throughout my entire pregnancy this time if the bump continues on this growth path.
If James could have things his way, Little Bro would also be named James and we’d be living out our days on a houseboat on Lake Allatoona.
I’m so excited JM will have a little brother he can rough house with.
I’m finally feeling normal again and getting back into my regular routine.
Little Bro, as I’ve affectionately dubbed him, takes what he wants. Despite this mama’s physical discomforts, he’s been safe and sound the whole time.
I woke up early on Friday morning, excited about the day ahead and my plans to see several promising houses with my realtor.
It looks like I’ll completely miss doing the CrossFit Open WOD 13.2 because of my hip and other issues, but I would give up working out for the next 5 months if it’s the best thing for this baby.