Two thirds is almost promising . . . that’s how far along I am with this forever long pregnancy.  Well, today it’s forever long, other days I can’t believe how fast it’s going by.  2/3, 66%, 28 weeks.  The end just may be in sight.

Another regular and normal check up today.  Erik was kind enough to watch Sam here at home so I could go by myself without the 2 year old in tow.  I wasn’t about to take him to a doctor’s office again, even if it was just for me.  Plus I had to get blood drawn for my glucose test, and knew that would freak him out.  (He can’t even stand it when they take my blood pressure, whether the nurse has already given him smarties or not.)  So, HA, I thought last check up was a substantial weight gain.  Moreso this time.  Doc even mentioned it, but said it wasn’t worth worrying about yet. . . and niether was the fact that I’m measuring 31 weeks instead of 28!!!  He assured me that baby wouldn’t be more than 12 to 15 pounds.  Good good!

And here I am again, pretty as can be.  {See, Julie, I totally have preggo face!}  Just for fun, let’s compare this picture of me at 28 weeks to me 30 weeks pregnant with Sam.  I hate to think that Samuel’s little brother is going to beat him up, but if things continue on this track, that just might happen.

Two funny Sam and baby stories.  One night after bath and before bed, Sam and I were snuggling on the sofa.  I was so hot and uncomfortable, and without really thinking about it, was showing off the big belly.  Sam noticed and thought it a little strange.  “Mommy’s tummy??”  So I said, “Yeah, and remember who’s in mommy’s tummy?”  “Yes, baby.”  Little brother happened to be moving around big time, so I continued by asking, “Do you want to feel the baby move in my tummy?”  Without hesistation Sam snapped, “No!  Fix shirt!”  And he pulled my shirt right back over my stomach.

Another day Samuel and I were rough housing and wrestling.  He came straight at me full sprint and head butted me in the stomach.  I of course flinched big time, and reminded Sam he needed to be so careful with Mommy’s tummy because that’s where Little Brother is.  Sam must be sick of hearing that and isn’t quite as easily convinced as he used to be because his response was to yank my shirt and look straight down.  After a careful study he looked me square in the eyes,  “No, Mommy.  Baby not in here!”

24 out of 40.  That’s 6 tenths.  Which is also 3 fifths.  Or 60%.  No matter how you look at it, it’s just not that much.  Certainly not enough to be looking like this already . . .

But besides being a mondo monster, huger than huge, things are aok!  This is the “good” part right?  I actually really like being pregnant, and I kind of think it suits me well.  Hehe.  I just can’t believe how big I am already.    

Samuel has already got a contender for most active non-stop moving child.  Little Brother likes it to be known that he is there and wide awake.  He’s even tried to push Sam’s knee out of the way several times when I’ve been holding him.

At my appointment today, everything checked out great.  I measured right on for 24 weeks, even though I managed to gained 6 — Six.  Six!  S.I.X. — pounds since my last check up.  My back kills, I can’t sleep at night even when surrounded by all five of my pillows, I have braxton hicks very regularly, my hips are starting to hurt, and I’ve even had a few sciatic twinges already.  Sixteen more weeks?!  That’s a joke right?!  Ha.

But, in all honesty, I’ll take the side effects and discomforts.  I am healthy and so is Little Brother.  It’s kind of crazy that I will have 2 kids!  Samuel is also starting to take an interest, which makes this experience that much more exciting.  I know how truly blessed I am.  Life is pretty dang good.

*note* i wrote this the week after the ultrasound.  had some problems scanning pics.  more posts to come, including our fun fun trip to california.

I have not taken a single picture in FOR-EV-ER!  I don’t know what my deal is.  I try, and Samuel just does not cooperate.  Whatever I wanted to capture is gone the moment Sam spies the camera.  So, forget Sam.  Here are so pictures of his little brother instead.  Isn’t he so cute?!

Samuel, surprise, does NOT love the doctor.  So, despite all my prepping that we were going to Mommy’s doctor, Sam still had a bit of a freak out when we went in for my ultrasound.  He did not enjoy watching me lie down, and he definitely didn’t like it when the lights turned off.  After a few minutes, he did calm down and watched the blinking lights in the utility closet.  He could have cared less about the baby on tv.  When all was done, though, Samuel knew enough to be proud of me.  As the lights turned on and I sat back up, Sam clapped and exclaimed, “Woohoo.  Good job, Mommy.”

Now Samuel likes to look at these pictures and say, “Oooh, dats baby!”  Or, a bit more alarming, sometimes he’ll say, “Uh oh, baby hurts.”  I don’t have a clue why he says that, but thankfully we know how accurate Samuel is with any “predictions” and since doctor says everything is wonderfully perfect, that’s who I’ll  believe.

Yesterday was a busy and exciting day.  After the ultrasound, Sam and I took off for a surprise visit to my family in CO.  So we’re here, in the snow covered mountains, having fun and trying to stay warm . . . just Mama Al and her TWO little BOYS!  Well . . . one and a half, I guess.