Seven Months

Today I hit 32 weeks. That's seven and a half calendar months though. However you count it. Eight weeks to go. I hope it goes fast--lately it feel likes I'm watching the second hand on the clock move in slow motion. 

If I've learned anything, it's that this pregnancy has taken every "fun" aspect of the last and upped it by a solid factor. Everything has only gotten more intense with each pregnancy. 

It seems like there's primarily the nausea, exhaustion, and fun walking. I've spent literally hundreds and hundreds on anti-nausea prescription combos and still going. The SPD began back at something-teen weeks and progresses. At least this time I learned how to pop my pelvic bone back into place every time I move from laying down. Not that it tickles or makes walking painless. And low iron keeps me pretty continually sleepy. I think I say, "I need a nap" more than the kids tell me they want food. 

Oh, did you know round ligament Charlie horses were a thing? I had no idea. 

And then there's the typical heartburn, crazy Braxton Hicks, sciatica, sore legs/feet, yada yada. 

This baby had the nickname "mellow fellow" for some time. He's been running out of room lately, and has demonstrated his strength in stretching against my ribs on my right side. He's still pretty gentle though. And has the hiccups ALL the time (just like his oldest brother did). 

I have no idea how, but I've had hardly any maternity summer pants to wear. If they don't pull up over my whole belly they slide right off. And my only pair of denim capris make me feel like a teenage boy picking them up every other step sliding off too. So truth is I hang out in my purple maternity scrubs a LOT of the time. 

As mentioned before, the preparations are slowly coming. I've been victorious over three year old spit up stains from storage--thank goodness. I thought I took care of them, but apparently not. I learned in the process my babies favored the right shoulder to spit up on--who knew?? 

I grow excited for another snuggle buddy and little body to dress up. One that won't run away or argue about what they want to wear instead, right?

Funny Later

This picture is a funny later picture. 

It was taken in the middle of a crisis, trying to keep a messy nose from making a bigger mess, after the couch was taken apart from previous messes, and many other mishaps had gone done that day. 

I just took it as proof that I made Nate lie on his back with his hands in the air and NOT MOVE until I got grab stuff to clean. 

And oddly that was the most obedient 60 seconds on that day. 

Dairy

Making dinner with our family means a little extra effort with a kid who can't have dairy. 

No one besides Mom and Dad remember, too. We have to be really careful what everyone else tries to feed him (because he will eat ANYTHING...and then I get the laundry). 

Here's a glimpse of what I tried to do with sour cream enchiladas last week to accommodate everyone. 

Truthfully, besides the cost of almond milk, it's not hard. Just means being creative. 

But it does mean I make extra side dishes for sure. 

Toy Room

Our third bedroom has been a toy room since we moved in. I reached 30 weeks and decided I wanted to slowly start transitioning it into the third bedroom it will be in a few more weeks. 

I'll miss having a designated "don't care if it's messy" room in the house. *Sigh*

I've taken a good chunk of toys and redistributed them to where they'll go. Some have stayed since we still have time though. The closet is starting to look a little more like baby territory for sure. 

Since this is the first time I get to decorate a nursery, I made (on my own) some pictures to match our crib bedding and put them up. And put up the valance. It's a start. 

I love a new project. Let's just hope I can find the energy to finish. 

Summer

My favorite summer activity--little pool in the back yard. (I just mostly like that we can stay home.)

There's something satisfying about being able to splash your heart out because Mom and Dad aren't  telling you to, "Stop, you're soaking the bathroom."

Lunch Date

Gabe's last day of school was not too long ago. It hit me a few minutes after the bus left that it may be the last time I get to hang out with Nate alone for the unforseeable future. 

We were already right by Target, so we decided to grab a couple snacks and sit down to eat. 

Nathan definitely thrives on one-on-one time. He usually turns into a perfect angel and awesome partner in errand running. His little voice goes non-stop telling me everything on his little mind. 

I've loved having him to myself for a few hours each week.