30 Weeks

My sister told me I have started to waddle.

I don't believe her.

I'm only 30 weeks along.

I may waddle a little at the end of the day.  I mean, I've played babies, thrown around a 30 pounder, gone for walks and bike rides, played on the floor all day, cleaned a tiny bit and sat awkwardly reading tons of books while my sweet 30 pounder puts pressure on my bladder.  But it can't be that much right?

oh... but it might be.

Sad.

But I guess that's what happens.  But here is to only 10 weeks left!  And now I'm starting to say thank goodness as this baby is a rocking and a rollin in my tummy.  Even causing some discomfort. But I love the feeling again of feeling an actually human being playing in your tummmy.  I actually dearly missed that feeling after Rylee was born.  Especially since out of habit I'd rest my hand on my belly and just felt a squishy tummy instead.

But here is baby boy at 30 weeks.

And if the constant moving is any premonition of what he'll be like when he joins us... I am getting no sleep what-so-ever!

You can start praying for me.