A friend of mine recruited me to be her semi-awkward model while she experimented with her big new camera. No one feels camera-ready at 8 months pregnant, but I’ve been avoiding the front side of the camera for months now, so I’m actually glad I took the jump. I look forward to showing these to Baby Girl when she’s all grown up and expecting her own little one. (Just don’t be fooled into thinking I look this decent all the time. I saved the unflattering ones for my own viewing pleasure. :)
I’m feeling . . . Relieved to be on the home stretch! The first two trimesters crept by, and I experienced some discouraging emotional lows, but ever since Christmas I’ve been feeling like the end is in sight, and that is encouraging!
Boys are feeling . . . Excited to meet their new sister! They talk about her all the time. Chase tells one story over and over, “And if the baby eats a marble, we will TAKE IT AWAY from him!” He still has his pronouns confused, and I hope she never gets near a marble, but his animation while telling it is still cute.
Dad is feeling . . . Daunted at the idea of entering the baby phase again!
I’m sleeping . . . Poorly. If it’s not heartburn, it’s a restless leg. If I’m not too hot, I’m making another trip to the bathroom. It’s always something! I was up from 12:30 to 3:30 last night, my mind racing. I guess my body is getting ready for nights with Baby!
I’m relishing . . . My biggest pregnancy perk—the fact that the hair on my legs STOPS growing! You should feel them. :) It’s been a handful of weeks since I shaved, but they’re silky smooth. This happened with my other pregnancies too. Weird, huh?
I’m nervous about . . . Nursing. It didn’t come especially naturally to me either time, and I always struggled with supply despite my very best efforts. Third time’s the charm??
I’m preparing . . . Everything! If the world were to end, I’d like to request that it be right after I have a baby. I’m slowly getting everything in order—organized closets, a spiffy clean car, highlighted hair, a well-stocked freezer, a bursting pantry, etc. (And I’m trying hard not to do it at the cost of enjoying my cute family.)
About four weeks till we meet our little lady!