Thank God for this lovely weather, am I right? Somehow, things are just easier when we can be outside and my small person can wear shorts and run around (Charles loves shorts – at first, he called them “daddy underwear” because daddy wears boxers).
And also, this happens, because being a kid outside in good weather is exhausting (so is being dad):
And yes, I’m still pregnant. 38 weeks, 2 days. Which is further than I got with Charles, and I don’t think I like it. This baby is much more active in the womb than Charles was and it is OUT OF ROOM, completely. Feet in ribs, nose rubbing cervix, other limbs pushing out with alarming strength. This is not comfortable at all. I try to tell myself that it will all be over soon, but each day is an achy, exhausted eternity of creaky hips, nausea and indigestion, sugar and fruit cravings (seriously, it is not fair that I want to eat all the fruit that I can get my hands on because I always suffer unpleasant consequences!), naps, and trying not to complain too much. Could this really go on for another THREE AND A HALF WEEKS?