Not An Announcement

Chronologically, this post is incredibly late.  Most of the people who know and love us, already know that baby girl number three will be making her debut sometime in late October.  For that reason, I view this as more of an update and less of an announcement.

I'm 27 weeks along and this pregnancy is flying by.

I typically have pretty easy pregnancies. Noah attributes this to my pioneer heritage and, "good birthin' hips."  I'm not quite sure if I should be flattered by the hips comment or if I should punch him, good and hard, in the arm.

At any rate, I feel like many of the anxieties and uncertainties that I had with my first two pregnancies are gone.  Since I'm not spending all my spare time furiously reading and re-reading, "What To Expect When You Are Expecting", I've been free to pay more attention to all the little things that I love about being pregnant, like:

• Being surprised when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and see my belly, "Oh! That's right, you're pregnant!"
• Giving in to the food cravings, it's all about beef this time.  I could eat a hamburger everyday and often want to eat one late at night -- so happy Wendy's is open late.
• The way Eden and Ruth interact with the new baby.  They pat my belly and sing her songs.  They give "raspberries" and tell her stories.
• When in the middle of our crazy days, I have a moment of quiet and I feel the baby move.  It's as though in those moments, there is nothing wrong in the entire world.  World Peace: accomplished.
• My maternity wardrobe, seriously, I think I like it better than my regular wardrobe.  This is thanks in large part to good friends and family who have donated their super cute wardrobes to me.
• "Nesting", I am never as ambitious or good at finishing projects as I am when I am pregnant.
• Thinking up witty retorts [which I would never actually use] to comments like, "Wow! You have your hands full."  or "Two! And one on the way, I see."

And my very favorite:

• At night, when Noah thinks I am asleep and he puts his arm around me and rests his hand on my belly. All I can think is, "I'm so lucky, I love him so much."  

But how could you not love the man that gave you these two smart, beautiful, kind, happy little ones? [And one more on the way!]