17 weeks pregnant

Which means just 3 more weeks till I am half-way done, till this sweet little baby is half way done growing in my belly.  My pregnancy with R seemed to last forever.  Now the busy-ness of life has me so distracted that this pregnancy seems to be hurrying along.  Just 3 short weeks left till we find out this little one's gender.

I got a so-ugly-that-it-is-sorta-cute maternity swim suit on Target clearance for $8.  I don't even think $8 would cover the shipping and material of the swim suit.  Wahoo for bargains!  Anyway, I'll be the big one, dressed in red, at the college swim pool at night once I get too big to run.  Can't wait to see the you-poor-knocked-up-girl looks I will get from college-aged strangers.  Should be interesting as always.    

This pregnancy is so different too, with R and K I felt them move by this point in pregnancy.  This little one likes to worry me, I guess.  It doesn't help that I am a nurse and am constantly (over)analyzing everything.  I am still anxiously awaiting baby's first movement.  Morning sickness is a reassuring sign of fetal well-being, so i guess I shouldn't be too concerned...since I am 17 weeks and still puking right along.  Anyway...

To reassure me, P said - "you are getting bigger, which means that baby must be too."

So here is to being happy about being told that I am getting bigger (probably the only time in my life when this statement will make me happy...wait I take that back, this statement will be appropriate for my someday-post-baby-boob-job too!) 

To getting bigger...

 7 weeks pregnant with #3

17 weeks pregnant with #3

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And P just had a successful proposal meeting, and will now be busting his butt to finish up his dissertation.  I sense a dissertation defense and graduation potentially sooner than anticipated.  P is a rockstar.  Instead of taking his advisor's advice to take the weekend off after the stress of his proposal meeting P went right to work applying for jobs.  Perhaps this ever-expanding belly of mine is a constant reminder of the need for P to get a job : ).  Either way my guys is one hard working man!  So proud of him.

and after watching the boys the last three days, amidst the stress of his proposal meeting preparation he deserves dad of the year.
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Today I came home from work a huge emotional wreck.  The truth of the matter is K was up at 2am last night just miserable...the little dude just needed to poop.  So at 6am I blended up a magical smoothie with a hint of prunes and gave it to K at 6am while I was heading out the door to work.  At 6:30am I got a text from P saying the prunes did the job.  How lucky for P to be king of diaper duty.  The only thing I was thinking is that it is a good thing nurses get paid decently because the amount of wipes that P is going to utilize each diaper change today is insane.  Dude uses like 1/2 a container of wipes for each poopy diaper, not kidding.  Not sure how the rest of the day went for the guys at home, because I came home in the worst.mood.ever!  I was so stinking grouchy with P, he took it like a champ, not taking all the nastiness I threw his way personally and chalking it up to a pregnant wife who just finished a 10 hour work day from a 30 hour work week on no sleep last night.  I cried, over nothing, so much that I turned into a mascara monster.  It is 8pm on a Saturday and P is grocery shopping, and I am heading to bead.  A better day awaits me tomorrow, this I am sure!