I can't see my feet!

It's too hot to pregnant.*

*to pregnant = to carry a fetus in your belly, a mostly uncomfortable and unpleasant experience, especially when it's 90 degrees IN YOUR HOUSE.

It was definitely not this hot of a summer when I was pregnant with Harlowe. What a dream that was! It's 9pm and literally 84 in our living room. I'm thinking of taking up residence in the bathtub with cold water for the next few weeks. I'll see you all when it's fall, okay bye.

Today marks 31 weeks, 3 days. Avery is the size of a coconut? Weird, but whatever, that's what my app says. She still is sitting diagonally across me with her head in my left hip, just like Harlowe did (aw, sisters!). With only a 8-9 weeks left, I find myself trying to figure out which body part is sticking out while I still can. Sometimes when I sit a certain way, her head goes straight down and it feels like she might burst out of my skin.

Speaking of skin, I'm starting to feel like I want to tear mine off. The hormones that loosen your joints in preparation for birth are starting to kick in and I simultaneously want to run laps and take naps. It's hard to concentrate on things these days...

 Her room! Is still empty. But it IS painted with window trim and baseboard! Next, probably a door? Maybe some furniture after that. I have a lamp and a mobile. And that box of diapers on the floor. This is not good preparation, kids. We'll get there some day. Maybe.