Well Hello, Third Trimester

Dear all you lovely people who comment that I don't look 'that pregnant'. 

Thank you, I appreciate it.

But it is really because I haven't let you see the full glory of the side shot. 

So here you are: Say hello to my 28-weeks-grown bowling ball

 It's funny, exactly two years ago, I was packing up a house with a 2 year old, very, very pregnant with another baby and preparing to move across the country. Except that time, the baby came 5 days before the movers, and I was so concerned with how C would react to the move and him getting upset that everything is being packed that I actually sent him home with my mom so he wouldn't have to deal with it.

My, how things have changed. The boys think it is awesome that everything is in boxes. They think the boxes are fun. C drew a picture of himself on an airplane waving 'bye' to California at school yesterday. Bennett could care less, as long as we don't stop him from trying to climb the tallest stack of boxes in the garage.

I am not nervous about moving, or their reactions, or getting acclimated in our new home. And I am most certainly not nervous about this baby coming and how he will fit in to our lives. 

Not even a little bit.

 I joke (we will go with 'joke' because it sounds bad if i say 'constantly complain') about the fact that while I am eternally grateful for the ability to be, I really don't enjoy being pregnant. I throw up, and whine, and moan, and grunt, and look longingly at my wine cabinet for the majority of the 40 weeks. 

But I like 28 weeks because it means that Baby will be here soon. And where I fail at enjoying pregnancy, I make up for in enjoying every second of Motherhood. It is what I was meant to do. 

 So little man, if you read this one day (because all boys eventually want to read their mother's blog, right?), I am ready for you to join this family. I am sorry you never got to see the Pacific and how crazy your brothers were while we were packing the house. The good news is, in two years I'll probably be typing a similar post to the 4th brother (we'll just assume) in my belly while you run around making cardboard box forts with the other two and we prepare to move again. I am so glad you are going to be part of our next adventure and can't wait to have you in my arms.

 I asked C the other day if you were going to have blue eyes like us or green eyes like Daddy. His response: "I don't know Mommy, we can't see him yet." Which is the truth, but I often think about your eyes because one of my favorite moments after delivery will be holding you and watching those eyes carefully blink open and look up, soaking in those first few seconds of this big, big world that has been waiting for you for so long.

Here's to hoping the next few months fly by because I am anxious to meet you.

Keep growing strong Buddy, we will see you soon.

(Thanks again to Cassie for taking these pictures for us!  You can see the pictures I took of her family on my photography facebook page.)