Wooohoo, guess who is finally in their third trimester.. yep, this lady right here (*points to myself*). Only 12 more weeks to go, and before you ask, no we STILL haven't agreed to a name, but I have ordered the invites to my shower!
I've also finished, or started, his room! I was way to excited when his bedding came in that I couldn't contain myself. Now to make the decision to buy a crib or wait till we get back to the states (he will 6-7 months old at that point).
Notice the box of clothes. Those are everything I have gotten for him so far! I am stocking up!
*Note: The bassinet was given to us by friends to use while he fits.
Now being in my third trimester means I'm in the last leg of this long haul, but it also means everything is becoming so real! I'm reaching that point where I can't sleep because its too uncomfortable so I'm left to myself to think about all the things that can go wrong.
I really do a number on myself with that way of thinking. It ranges from him having down's syndrome, to being autistic, all the way to still birth. I know most expetenct mothers do go through some sort of fear/anxious about the health for their bundle of joy. I fully blame the books they give us for "guidance" which after reading will make you want to hide in a closet and never come out.
Between the list of things that can harm the child to the list of things we can't do anymore that can harm the child, I'm convinced that they want us to live in a plastic bubble and drink nothing but bottle water and eat bread (much like prison.. bet they get cookie dough though).
But as I feel him kick (and kick, and kick again) I try to put those thoughts to rest. There is nothing I can do but love him and always be there for him, no matter what. I'm also calmed by my sweet girl, when she puts her arms around my tummy and says "Mommy, I love my baby brother"
I know she will be an amazing big sister. She is already protective of him, yes even while he is IN my stomach, and keeps calling him "cute". Hopefully she won't be TOO mean or should I say BOSSY with him!
As you can tell in the previous picture, I have grown quite a bit in the passed couple of weeks. He has finally decided to show himself, even though no one believes me when I say I'm 28 weeks.