Today I am 25 weeks pregnant.
OH. MY. MERCY.
It's just going by so fast. I'm at the tail end of my second trimester.
Which means third trimester is almost here.
Which means SHE is almost here.
My little girl.
My sweet, tiny baby girl.
She's only a pound and a half.
But she certainly makes her presence known.
She wiggles when she's hungry. She likes to camp out on the right side of my belly. And around 6:45am, she likes to party like it's 1999.
I'm eating a lot. I've gained a lot of weight. I've officially decided that I am no longer going to weigh myself. The way I see it, I'm clearly gaining weight and if there is a problem my doctor will tell me at one of my checkups.
I'm loving our time together. Sometimes I poke my belly and she'll kick me where I'm poking. She's funny.
In the meantime, we have much work to do before she arrives. This weekend is full of tasks around the house and various errands as we prepare for Little Miss.
15 weeks to go. WOW.