Last night I had my first dream about Baby actually being here... then when I woke up, I missed her. It was an odd feeling to miss someone I've never met.
My mom just remembered the other day that my brother Mitch had the same due day as Baby (Nov. 7). My brother Mitch's actual birthday was November 21. Let's hope baby girl is content just sharing a due day with her uncle (let's also hope for my sake she's smaller than Mitch's 10 lbs 5 oz, and her dad's 10 lbs 14 oz)
I don't know why I was so reluctant to buy maternity pants (I was determined to go my whole pregnancy with my top button undone to accommodate the bump) because I'm now considering throwing away my regular jeans and wearing elastic waistband pants for the rest of my life. They are that comfortable.
I am twenty six weeks along. November seems forever away, but 14 weeks sure doesn't. (I'm almost in my third trimester, crazy yes?)
*please note: it has already been brought to my attention that it looks like I am arching my back. Let's clarify something... I inherited the infamous 'McBride Butt', creating the illusion that I am arching my back in every side view picture of me that exists(there's a reason you've never seen one before now). I am also aware that wearing t-shirts with skirts looks a tad ghetto, please excuse my flagrant disregard for fashion.*
I was sitting in my mom's kitchen with my *little* brother Mitch. Baby started kicking like the ninja woman she is so I asked Mitch, 'have you ever felt this girl kick?'... you know, so he could kinda connect with his niece.
