Half

I am halfway through my current pregnancy, and I have yet to fully adjust to the idea that I'm actually having another baby. I went in for an ultrasound this week and got to see the little one squirming around in there. The poor babe had the hiccups and it was so crazy to see their little body completely convulse with a hiccup. The little one wasn't being so cooperative so I have to go back next week for them to finish up their measurements. The heart was beating at 143 bpms and according to the measurements they were able to get I'm anywhere from 17-21 weeks along. Nothing like technology to make things completely clear, eh?! We're going to go with me being 19 weeks 3 days today to base when I get induced, (let's just face it as reality). With all those numbers rolling around you may be thinking, 'so when are you actually due?'. You can sort through it all and figure out a date, but really folks just let it be ambiguous. This baby will be here in December, before Christmas, and that's all the info my body and this baby are going to confirm.

I feel incredibly huge already, but according to my scale I've only put on a couple pounds. All my clothes are tight and I'm not as agile as I am without a belly. It's crazy how much the body can move itself around during pregnancy. I've heard over and over that the third is the worst, and I think I will most likely be jumping on that band wagon.

I don't think Isabella has clued in yet to the fact that I'm pregnant. I think she just thinks I'm squishy. Soon enough she'll clue in. I know Brooklyn doesn't have a clue. It's nuts to think that in four and a half months there's going to be another little person in our lives.