As much as I'm looking forward to meeting my sweet girl, I am soaking up this time together with Sam. Things are going to change forever all too soon, so I'm really trying to appreciate our current "normal."
Sam sings and talks to "Baby Lucy" all the time and seems excited for her to come. He even told me this morning he thought she was coming now, and he could see her in my belly button. I absolutely love this age, and this boy, and this life I'm living.
One notable characteristic of this pregnancy is my "nesting" instinct. It's INSANE! It keeps me up at night thinking about all the things that need to be cleaned, organized, sanitized, painted, stained, sold, bought, set up, and decorated in the next nine weeks. This past weekend, Michael and I moved and rearranged furniture (well, mostly Michael) so I could deep clean the bedrooms. I have purged and merged closets, donated a van load of stuff to Goodwill, and vacuumed every surface of our home... including the ceiling. This little one has no idea how perfect I want this nest to be when she arrives.
I've started having a few Braxton Hicks contractions in the last day or two. At first, I didn't know what I was feeling since I didn't experience these with Sam. Whenever I am overdoing it, here they come to remind me to slow it down a bit. They are not really painful, just enough to get my attention. Water and rest seem to make them go away every time.
Here's another belly picture comparison, sans makeup this time. I'm not sick, I just seem to look that way in the photo.
30 Weeks - Sam 31 Weeks - Lucy
























