How did this candy bar get in here?

I was informed by my husband last week that I am starting "to walk like a pregnant lady." Since I am, in fact, pregnant, and he didn't use the word "waddle," I take no offense to his statement.

We've hit the seven month mark and I've gained 25 pounds. It has affected pretty much every aspect of my life.

I don't remember a good night's sleep. Even with my pregnancy pillow, I have to flip over to my other side to get comfortable again. The middle-of-the-night-bathroom-run has also unwelcomingly returned. However, I can nap anytime (and Alfie is such good company).

I have had to go through my clothes again, mostly tops, because my bump is setting new records. My Winter coat is quite snug to zip up now. I am hoping Spring makes its debut soon.

I remember when I first tried on some of my medium sized maternity shirts thinking, "Whoa! These are huge!" Now I can't remember being that little... I feel like it took a while to get from looking like I ate too much to having a baby bump.

 

I definitely like food still, but am starting to slow down. I fill up so fast. I was rivaling my husband at dinner time, and that was with me having small snacks in between meals.

Two weeks ago, I got another cold and was having horrible coughing fits. My husband suggested he run out and get me a cough suppressant (mama-to-be safe and alcohol free). When he returned, he was opening up the bag and asked me, "How did this candy bar get in here?" Of course, it being a Hershey's Cookies 'n Cream, one of my favorites. This same phenomenon happened today only this time it was a Butterfinger.

I have yet to cry at a sappy t.v. commercial, but pretty much anything else will make me cry. Every time I watch a birthing video and the mama sees her baby for the first time, hearing a song on the radio, anytime someone else cries, watching Sense and Sensibility for the hundredth time, and when I feel dumb after sliding my car into a ditch and having to call for help... all opportunities to start the water works. Don't worry, I just bought waterproof mascara.

Little Mack has been kicking up into my ribs lately, not to the point of painful, but to wake me up or to remind me he/she is in there.


We have almost crossed everything off on the "To-Do-Before-Baby List."

The bathroom is done except some trim work.

We moved our bedroom down the hall to the former guest room.

The craft room is now officially Little Mack's nursery. My husband moved the furniture in and put the crib together.

Where are my craft supplies you ask? Anywhere there is extra space... closets, in the cedar chest in our bedroom, in totes all over the floor in the guest room, under the bed... yeah, there's still work to do... but we have seven more weeks, right?

Seven more weeks?

Oh, gracious.

Next week, our church is throwing a baby shower for us, I have another prenatal appointment, and then we start Lamaze class.


Deep breath in... deep breath out...


I am already blown away by the cards and gifts we have received.

So much love, support and prayers for this little one that we haven't even met yet.

So much preparation and anticipation.

So much to be thankful for. <3