10.09.15

I'll be 24 weeks tomorrow, and it's just the strangest thing. Most days I actually don't even feel pregnant at all. I have almost no symptoms (except frequent trips to the bathroom and bone pain in my hips and groin that "flares up" once in a while.) But when I wear baggy clothes, you honestly can't even really tell anything is different. I just feel so much smaller at this point than I was with the other two. I do get a little breathless when I climb stairs, though, and my bellybutton has started to "cave in" as it does with my pregnancies. There's no dramatic pop, just a long gradual caving in from the top down until there's no belly button to be seen. I feel like I really haven't even grown that much in the last, like, ten weeks. I can feel that my uterus continues to get larger, and higher up, and sits a couple of inches above my bellybutton currently, and every time the doctor measures me he tells me I'm measuring quite large which makes absolutely no sense.

I'm starting to get a bit mushy about this pregnancy, too. Every little kick and squirm is so very treasured because I know I'll miss those butterfly feelings one day. I know that this is absolutely my last pregnancy and it's just so strange to know that. I want everything to last a little bit longer, I want to mark every milestone and kick and detail somewhere because I don't know which little details I'll long for one day when I'm holding my baby in my arms. And I only have less than four more months to enjoy this unique gift. Sigh.

Matt and I watched Pixar's Inside Out last night and I wish someone would have warned me. I was sobbing less than three minutes in, and nothing sad had even happened. I was joy-sobbing. And around the middle of the movie again, and then the entire last twenty minutes was spent choking back full body lurching crying. I mean, I want to blame the pregnancy hormones, but Matt was sitting there next to me in even worse shape than I was! What a beautiful movie, and so extremely valuable. It teaches remarkable lessons about processing and interpreting your own emotions and those in others, evaluating the things that make up your personality and memories, as well as some amazing lessons on empathy. I want every kid, every person in the world to watch this movie. It truly is something else.

And now, for fun, a look back at my pregnancy with Theodore, because man did I get round with him. (Though, he was nearly ten pounds at birth.) Both of these were taken at 24 weeks! Crazy!