It dawned on me last night that I'll be into my third trimester as of next Sunday. Today marks the beginning of week 24, so next Sunday will be week 25, which is the first week of the last trimester. Is that strange to anyone else? I guess that's what one gets for being unaware until halfway through the second trimester. Still, it's crazy to think that there are only three months left until this little one comes along. I won't lie, I'm only getting more impatient by the day. My darling girlfriend Lindsey is having her baby tomorrow morning, and I just can't wait to see pics of her little guy! And once he's born I'm going to be even more anxious for my little one to get here!
Well, it's only three more months, right? And those three months are *hopefully* going to fly by with all of the craziness that goes on during this time of the year. It's only going to get busier at work as we approach tax day (which, by the by, is April 18 this year because of some strange holiday in DC that happens to fall on April 15). And things are going to get hectic at home as C and I prepare the house for our son. So far C has made some progress on the painting in the nursery. Behold:
Looks awesome, eh? This is the beginning of the sunken pirate ship. I love it! The whole thing is going to end up being an underwater shipwreck scene, so there will be a lot of colorful fish and coral reef and what not. Even the ceiling is going to be painted to look like the ocean's surface from below. I feel pretty confident in saying that it will be the most unique nursery you'll ever see! Being able to paint like this is precisely why I bought my condo instead of renting again. Well that, and rates were at an all time low, so who can pass that up? But being able to be as creative as I want to with the paint in each room is the real perk of owning :) Mark my words: my baby boy will have no shortage of colorful things to look at when he finally moves into his nursery.
I'm a bit scared of my third trimester, though, in that I'm going to be getting HUGE! My son weighs about a pound at the moment (according to my book, but I'm thinking he weighs more than that since he was 1.5 oz more than what the book said was normal at 19 weeks), and he's only getting bigger. I'm afraid that by the time July rolls around I won't even be able to get into or out of my car for being so big. Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll be born early like my nephie poo was (though, nephie poo was born at 8 lb 10 oz and that was supposedly two weeks early. We suspect that the due date was over-estimated). C is really hoping for a July 4 birth, though, because how awesome would that be? HUGE party with FIREWORKS every year on your birthday? That would definitely be pretty freaking cool. July 3 or 5 wouldn't be too bad either, because then we could have separate celebrations involving fireworks. Can't complain about that!
The third trimester is, however, supposed to be the most exciting, since the baby starts to move around much more noticeably than during the first two trimesters. Over the last four days his movements have definitely become more noticeable and way more frequent. It's like he starts to move around as soon as I've been still for two minutes. And the movement is much more pronounced than it was before--instead of little flutters that could be mistaken for gas, it feels like kicks and pushing and stretching in my uterus. It's very odd, you know, feeling another being moving around in there. C hasn't felt any movement yet, but that will likely change very soon. I put my hand on my tummy yesterday and could feel the movements from outside while I was laying down, so it's just a matter of time before he starts kicking his daddy too. Soon enough we may even start SEEING him move around. That'll be really weird. I've heard many a tale about elbows and hands and feet sticking out randomly, and I won't lie: that freaks me out a little bit. But of course, it's all part of the territory. I'll get my body back to myself eventually. Well, the lower half of it at least ;-)
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