TB3 is the size of a water bottle.
Week 22 has been a whirlwind! I can’t believe that it’s already over.
It started with us getting up bright and early to head to Georgia for my brother’s graduation. It ended with end-of-the-school-year/new-job-role madness. All of this basically means that my attitude and emotions are a rollercoaster right now. I’m pretty sure I have way less patience for things than I normally would. Also, I’m valuing my alone/quiet time more these days.
Acid reflux and general uncomfortableness have been my best friends this week. As far as I can tell, they’re not necessarily caused by anything but exasperated by me bending over. So yeah, this has been fun, and I can’t wait for it to be over! Also, I’m pretty sure this is contributing to my less than stellar attitude. Kudos to everyone that is putting up with me. Maybe I’ll treat you to fries and ice cream on me!
Another thing this week has been so many people telling me how pregnant I look. Apparently, my belly is showing and I’m glowing. I expected it from my family in GA because they haven’t seen me since I’ve been pregnant, but I’m even getting it at home too.
Lastly, it has been decided by the masses that TB3 is a boy. I’ve heard the baby referred to as “he” so much that I’ve started doing it. So just a heads up – my use of pronouns from this point forward are not indicative of what’s inside the orange envelope. You’ll just have to wait until July 28th for that.