- I can't believe we're almost down to single-digit weeks left! Wowza the time has gone fast.
- I'm having a terrible case of pregnancy brain. Or it's my regular forgetfulness and I'm blaming it on the baby.
- my daily pregnancy emails tell me he's about 3 pounds and is nearing his birth length.
- I'm getting ... well ... how do I say it ... large. And in charge.
- I was telling Laura I think the baby is going to run out of room and she politely reminded me that I have a long way to go. AKA suck it up, sister. (Get it? Sister? I crack myself up.)
- Baby Simms is still nameless.
- I'm very proud that I ate fish two days in a row this week. Never mind that one was parmesan-crusted and served with fried potatoes. Or that I polished off a family-size bag of Wavy Lays this week. I'm getting those Omega-3s!
- I'm still counting kicks and I totally get why pregnant women all joke that their child "is going to be quite the soccer player!".
- I had my first pregnancy charlie horse in the middle of the night. I was such a whiner that I probably made poor Rob think I was going into labor. Seriously, how did I do it when I had them every night in Mexico for a month?! My calf and foot got all mangled up into a mutant mess and wouldn't straighten out. I was still majorly sore the whole next day!
- I can't wait to meet this little baby! Rob and I are getting SO EXCITED!!! Each day we're one one step closer. :D
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