it’s official. this marks the week that I officially feel pregnant. I’m feeling big. feeling breathless. feeling like I’m beginning to waddle. feeling braxton hicks. feeling a wee bit uncomfortable.
at my doctors appt last Friday, I decided to ask her if she could tell how big he was at this point. while she said it was all kind of guesstimate at this stage, she did feel my belly and immediately say “oh yea, he’s about 4lbs” which if going by the average size on most websites and in books, is either right on track or about a week big. bigger babies do run in the family, as do early ones.
I can’t help that the thought of this little man coming early has also been on my mind. I was only 3 days early but Levi comes from a family of 5 children, all who were early but one. he was a month early and already 7.5 lbs. I know babies come when they’re ready, but I can’t help but want to be prepared for his early arrival just in case… which makes me a bit restless.
only a few more weeks, little man. and if you come early, we’ll be ready for you as long as you’re ready and healthy enough to come out.
would you believe it if I told you I’ve had this shirt for 3 years? yea… I wasn’t quite convinced when Levi told me back then that it looked like a maternity shirt. it’s sat in my closet for a while, even though it hasn’t gotten too much wear. and what do you know? apparently it does work as a maternity shirt after all.