McMansion dweller

I grow average sized humans who make giant homes for themselves and then live in the basement. Heartburn has started, I can't climb a flight of stairs without getting winded, and taking Harlowe shopping last weekend almost killed me. She has all of this room but she prefers my bladder and cervix as her punching bags. Awesome.

Seriously though, this kid has some violent tendencies. She hits for the knockout! I feel like my whole body jumps when she kicks me. And yet, still nothing on the outside! I don't know what the deal is.

22w and 3d. Crazy. Four months left. This week I've been asked if I was due next month, told I look like I'm going to pop, and that I'm huge. I KNOW. At least I can milk the whole 'help me, I'm pregnant' thing for a long time?

The chiropractor has really been helping my back, which has been really helpful for sleeping. I feel like a normal 30 year old woman instead of a 98 year old. Plus they're across the street from this amazing bakery that I may or may not frequent for lunch...

Progress on her room is slow to start. I know it doesn't really need to be finished before she arrives because she'll be in our room anyway, but I still want it done! We got the closet system, it's halfway installed. Eh, one day it'll be ready.

Oh, and we decided on her name. Okay byyyyyyye!!