Now.. Since the title of this post says it all..
I don't feel bad if you continue reading and think... "Man TMI michelle.. i really didn't wanna know that"
Looking like I'm 25 wks.. and i'm only 15 wks. Not cool. I wish I had taken pictures of every week of the other pregnancies just to prove... people.. i swear i'm huge right now.. and i'm not supposed to be. But maybe I should just roll with it. If any stranger asks how far along I am (assuming they decided I wasn't fat) I'm going with 25 wks.
I'm not diggin the layer of fat that is resting on my bebe bump. When I got pregnant, i wasn't running much.. sooo I had a little extra love. And it shows. at least to me. And thats what matters right?
I hate the growing chest. Loathe it. I got quite used to being small and loving it. The clothing options are so much easier. And I'm not saying mine are even what you normal people would call "big". They'll probably get to "average" meaning.. the second letter of the alphabet. hahah. But even that... too much for me. Like I said.. I was at the beginning of the alphabet.. and I like it that way.
Now this isn't TMI .. it's just talk...
I just can't wait to find out what this bebe is gonna be.
When I look at Arli, I smile and hope it is a girl for her sake. Oh the joys of bestie sisters!
But then I look at Beck, and I think.. man this kid needs a brother to throw the football around with!
It is just such a toss up.. Thank freakin goodness I don't have to decide what we are having.
And thank goodness we find out at the end of the month.