The Baby: Little Sprout is weighing the same as an average pineapple now, and I swear she is just as scratchy! It's as if she is trying to claw her way out of my tummy! All her bones are hardening and getting ready for birth. The child is sitting (or jumping, or kicking, or somersaulting) directly on my bladder.
Me: I am doing well. The last few days I was fighting a cold, which is always interesting when one is pregnant. Of course the hubby was sick too; so that made for a fun family dynamic. Three extremely healthy and exuberant kids plus two sick, tired, and grumpy adults is an equation for disaster. But we muddled through just fine. I am struggling to find clothes that stretch all the way over my baby bump. I certainly don't want to go out and buy anything though so I am trying to figure out how to make the current collection of maternity clothes/hubby's shirts work.
The Siblings: All of the kids have been excited about feeling the baby kick in the past few days. They giggle hysterically and demand that I "make her do it again, Momma!" Of course, I am not able to do that, but I have found that just "popping my belly out a little" satisfies them just as much. The Beast discovered a manual breast pump among all the baby things and has subsequently had a lot of questions about "milk machines" and boobs in general. Joy.
The Plans: This coming week, I think I will go ahead and get my hospital bag ready. I just have this feeling that Little Sprout is going to be a bit early. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. :) We still don't have a place set up for her to sleep yet; so I'm putting that on hubby's to-do list this weekend.
I am hoping to find some time later today to sneak in a little nap. Dinner is in the crock pot, and if the kids cooperate, I might be able to squeeze one in. Just seven weeks to go!