I'm trying not to freak out about the fact that in 2 weeks, I'll be in my third trimester.
Everyone keeps asking if we've got a name picked out. The answer is Nope. We haven't even discussed it - other than throwing out joke suggestions...
I had a Dr.'s appointment this week, and while she was listening to the heartbeat, he was kicking furiously. She laughed and commented that they were pretty good kicks for 25 weeks. To which I sighed and said, "Oh, Great!"
Eli is definitely understanding the idea of having a little brother now. I had him put his hand on my belly while Baby Brother was kicking and I think that made it real. Now, he says things about me having a baby in my belly. So sweet.
I have gained more than a few pounds over the past few weeks, and I know that it's just part of pregnancy. But I'm terrified of having to lose 50 pounds again. That was very rough for me.
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