Okay, 24 weeks y'all. I do not want to talk about how much longer. I do not want to talk about how this is a real actual baby that is going to be born. A friend had a baby yesterday. I went to visit her in the hospital today. Did you know new babies are that small? I felt nauseous and a bit freaked out. I am aware that it is too late now. I have some time to get used to the idea of another baby in the house......

23 weeks. I only have to go to 39 as that is when the doctor said she would schedule the c-section. Heartburn abounds. My feet are beginning to swell. My vagina still feels bruised. And my belly is starting to get to the point where crossing my legs is a thing of the past. Don't ask me about shaving....the lower half of my legs are still okay but everything else.....could be scary. (Cue Welcome To The Jungle ) However, I have gotten a nice tan, my hair is growing as are my nails. The tan also helps hide the hairiness. So that is double bonus. Oh and of course I am getting THOSE looks a lot now. If I hold my back and take deep breaths, I can freak people out because they think I am in labor. When people ask when I am due and I say November I get that, "Oh wow" comment now too. Bite me people. This is what 23 weeks looks like if you are 4'9" tall and expecting child #3.....please stop crying. I am really fine. Just typical pregnancy stuff that a lot of

22 weeks. I know I am huge. I know I have a ways to go. I know it looks painful and at times it is. My vagina feels like it is bruised. I am told this is normal for number three and the pressure he/she is putting on my nether regions. My feet are beginning to swell. I picked up a large maternity shirt the other day sure it would be too huge on me. It fit fine. Reality is sinking in. Emma felt the baby move. I threaten Mark if he bothers me with having to touch my belly. The other day bread crumbs fell down my undershirt I had on and were really bothering me. I lifted up both shirts to get them out and Mark just stared at my stomach as if it were some sort of alien creature. It looks wrong and painful. I will spare everyone any naked belly shots. Unless any of you want them to scare your kids into not ever having sex.

I will freely admit that I do not like change. I do not adapt well. I like things to stay as close to the same as always. I have been this way for as long as I can remember. We are looking at putting the house on the market soon. Sticking a sign in the yard and seeing what happens. I have been trying to clean out the house and Mark has been busy cleaning the yard up some. We do not plan on doing any major work, just cleaning and decluttering. We are also not looking at making a lot of money on the sale, just sell it, pay it off and go. Our plan is to move to a rental of some sort for a couple of years closer to Mark's work. Think town home or duplex. The area we are looking at has really endless options in this area. All nice, good sized, and within a few miles of Mark's office. Most have garages attached and honestly we will not be sacrificing much space either. Our house also has an odd layout and a tiny kitchen. And one toilet. And no laundry room. My point is

Here is the 21 week belly shot. 18-19 more weeks to go. We are on the down side now folks. Thank goodness. This child has me up every night between two and three in the morning. I wake up too. As in can not fall back asleep. Looks like fun times are ahead..... Any guesses on boy or girl?

We ventured out yesterday to Mark's aunt and uncles house ,The Tios, for the Fourth. We stopped at the fireworks tent on the way. They are now legal in most of the areas around here. And what says I love the US more than lighting a bunch of stuff on fire and watching it blow up? It also brought me back to my days of youth. Where most Fourth of July's consisted of bags of fireworks set off in the backyard. Complete with sparklers for the kids which we held as fire spewed out the end. As soon as we had made our purchase, we got into the car to head out and the rain began to fall. Never fails here. It always seem to rain on the Fourth. Just in time to get the ground wet and cause displays to be cancelled. We arrived and soon were eating yummy food that had been grilled despite the short rain shower and enjoying the company of The Tios, the boys and some of Tia's family. Soon enough the kids and boys were able to head outside and tackle the big bag of fireworks. Mark had said h

I was up early today. And when I wake up and can not get back to sleep my mind goes a wandering. This morning, after thinking about how if Mark did not work so far away from where we live I would just remodel this house in stead of trying to sell it, I thought about emotions. I do not know why. As I lay on the couch thinking (trying to drift off back to sleep) I came up with an analogy. Mark hates that I am always using analogies. It drives him crazy. Emotions are like uninvited guests to a party. You put together a party, complete with food and beer. Say a Fourth of July Party. You are all having a good time when the door bell rings. You open the door to find a group of people that you do not care for very much. They heard about the party and came over. You begrudgingly let them in (mistake number one). They begin to act as they always do. Eating all the food, drinking too much beer and making a huge mess. Your other guests, the invited ones that you enjoy, start to leave. Soon you ar

Last week I met with a very good friend (given me a lot to think about didn't you?) As we sat discussing life and all the good, bad and ugly it entails she asked me a very poignant question. Which do you enjoy more: tangible things or memories made? No one had ever posed this question to me before. I know one of my top love languages is gifts so I assumed it would be tangibles. I do enjoy the gifts I have gotten over the years. Mark is an excellent gift giver with excellent taste. He also takes it one step further was well. One year he got me a new diamond anniversary band in white gold. He put it inside the York Peppermint patties that he stuffed into my stocking. I doubt I will ever forget the thought of him doing it that way. Another year he got me a Tiffany (told you he had good taste) bracelet. The sterling silver one with the heart dangling on it. He knew I wanted it, but he took the extra step of having my initials engraved on it. Another year I asked for a new watch and the