:breathes deeply into a paper bag:
Ok, I'm better. I'll just keep that paper bag next to me while I type this entry.
It's amazing to me how much Squeaky has grown lately. It was just a few weeks ago that I was laughing at the little guy as he determinedly (and unsuccessfully!) tried to kick me in the ribs. Now he has happily taken up residence in my ribcage and enjoys wedging either his butt or his foot in between my stomach and ribs fairly often. In the meantime he enjoys using his elbows and knees to roll himself over. It's not the most comfortable thing in the world, let me tell you.
The nursery is coming along. Not as quickly as I would like, mind you, but Mando has promised me that he will have it all cleared out soon and that we can have all the nursery furniture set up by the end of February. I'm skeptical, but I'm trying to trust him on this one.
I go back to the doctor on Tuesday for a regular check up and they will do a glucose tolerance test to check for gestational diabetes. The test isn't much fun, but I've done it before so at least I know what to expect.
Finally, I know that I promised you a belly picture and then never followed through, so here's a picture from last week. 26 weeks, 2 days. Getting bigger....
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