Yes, our little yolk sack is graduating to Third Trimester status! With that brings parenting classes, hospital tours, intensive lamaze, yoga for birthing, nursery building and decorating. And kicks. Lots of kicks.
We've started to play this game- she moves around during one of her witching hours (usually about 10-11pm), I push on my abdomen trying to find and follow her, she gets annoyed, and kicks the crap out of my inner organs. Ahhh mother-daughter bonding.
Wish us luck!
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| Here I am after work today, on the cusp of week 27 and the 3rd trimester. I feel a bit like "pregnancy doll"- the dress is too cute for words (another fabulous hand me-down) with tights and loafers, I feel like I should be making yarn crafts or leading sing alongs at a church camp! And no, Im not holding her up, she really is located in my esophagus- I dont think she realizes that the exit is in the other direction! |
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