I would far rather be getting kicked in an uncomfortable place while trying to sleep than laying awake wondering if she’s okay. (Though some nights I wish she’d aim about 2 inches over.) I lay in bed and whisper, “Ouch! Thank you.”

Not so fond of this waking up at 3am thing, though. Shouldn’t I be tired after everything I do during the day?

After seeing a rash of online friends deal with third trimester complications and early deliveries, right now I’m just feeling extremely thankful that so far everything is normal, I’m healthy, Kate’s healthy, and we’re all just hanging out for hopefully another 8 weeks. Though having our house look more and more finished – including Kate’s room – we’re both getting very excited/hopeful/impatient to have her here. (Here safely and full-term, of course.) But we just want her home. We’re counting down the weeks.

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In moving all of my stuff back into the bedroom I have ruthlessly gone through my clothes. Things were donated, things were tossed. And most of the rest was bagged up, labeled “pre-pregnancy”, and will be going down to the basement for the next few months. I neatly sorted and folded my maternity clothes and realized… I need more short sleeve shirts. A lot of what I have is heavier winter clothes and suddenly I am starting to feel the heat of this preggo body. Last week I was running late one day and unable to find my black undershirt, so instead I grabbed a very light turtleneck to wear under my shirt. Bad idea. By the end of the day I was sweating. Not good. No more turtlenecks. Even super light ones.