09.01.15

Happy September!

I'm so excited for this fresh, delicious month. School buses on the street, unused stationary on store shelves, not-yet-doodled-on binders, and the promise of autumn around the corner. I'm 18 weeks along now with baby #3, and somehow I haven't grown at all. I compare this 18 week photo with my 15 week photo and they're almost identical. It's like I popped really early and then just stayed there for a while. I'm not worried, since we took a look at baby on Saturday and it's as healthy as ever. Good strong heartbeat, lots of movement, ten fingers and ten toes, and measuring right where I'm supposed to be. I'm not complaining. I will gladly accept a "small pregnancy" after two very very round ones.

If you recall on Friday I was worried about the sleep I would get that night, fraught with excitement for the coming day. I woke up at 5:15 AM on Saturday morning without a hope in the world of getting back to sleep. We headed to the city together, and after dropping Theodore off with his Grandma at McDonalds, we walked over to Babymoon with Oliver for the big event. While we waited in the sitting room for our turn to come around, an enormous party of people consumed the small space. It was what looked like an entire extended family, there to see a single baby. And not just women! There were old uncles and grandparents, and people who didn't look like something like this would interest them at all. Probably like 15 people, just waiting to take an ultrasound look at a coming new life. I just found it so bizarre. In my experience, if you've seen one ultrasound, you've seen 'em all. Which is why it surprises me when people actually want to see mine. My response is always "Really...? Why? Did you not see Oliver's? Or Theodore's? It's exactly the same. Literally exactly the same." I could show people the wrong ultrasound and they'd never know.

So to respond to the requests, here are some shots of our little peanut. I love looking at them, since they are a beautiful reminder that there's real life growing inside of me, and that it's healthy and strong, and though I can't imagine why they would be interesting to anyone else, here they are. I know one big motive behind wanting a glimpse is that some people are going to try to figure out the gender from these. I'm telling you right now - you really can't. I haven't posted any big giveaway photos here, sorry folks! I know you're all dying to know what we're having, and we haven't decided yet whether we'll spill the beans or not, but until we do our lips are sealed. For comparison's sake, though, for you detectives out there, I've posted Oliver and Theodore's photos as well. Just to prove that, boy or girl, you really can't tell from a profile shot what's comin' down the pipe.

Either way, boy or girl, we're unbelievably excited about our growing treasure, and can't wait to share the news with everyone, whether that's in a couple of weeks or five months! And Oliver doesn't know, either, so any investigations in that direction will be fruitless, I'm afraid. But we're so grateful for the support and well wishes we've received so far, and all of the love. I'm overwhelmed with love, and delirious with joy, and feeling content with what the future holds for our family.

Now if only the leaves would change colours so I could go outside again.

Also, as a little bonus treat for anyone interested, here's a comparison of my pregnancy with Theodore to my current one, around the same time. Just for fun. (Sidenote: Look how much my eyebrows have improved!) There, now that's enough of this giant pregnancy update business. Back to talking about regular every day life now. Yes?