21 Weeks

I’ve never been good at documenting my pregnancies because it involves getting in front of the camera instead of staying behind the lens. I have a few random pictures of my pregnancy with Eleanor when I was about 5 or 6 months, and I had Grant take a few of me when I was nearing the end of pregnancy with Phaedra. I thought it might be fun to try to get some more along the way this time.

Even though I’ve been wearing maternity clothes for a while now (since my regular clothes got uncomfortable fast), I haven’t technically been “showing” until recently. I really lingered in that chubby looking phase where no one knows if I’m pregnant or if I just packed on some extra pounds. Let me just say, I am glad to be out of that phase (or at least I think I am, so don’t tell me if you think otherwise nnnkay?)!

I realized the other day that I probably haven’t blogged about the fact that this little bun is a BOY! That wasn’t due to lack of excitement. It was more because I don’t think I have a lot of readers right now, so my blog isn’t my main place for announcements. But in case you haven’t heard, and if there is anyone out there still reading, IT’S A BOY! We’re so excited. Eleanor is especially thrilled. She’s been asking me for a baby brother for a long time.

I’m really excited to see how a little boy of ours will look. Our house full of pink and princesses is going to undergo some major changes, and change can be a little scary. Right now, I’m mostly nervous about getting prepared. I love to feel prepared. If this baby had been a girl, I have boxes of clothes waiting to go. All I would really need would be to stock up on diapers and wipes. But since it’s a boy, I feel like I’m completely starting over. I need crib sheets that aren’t pink and purple, blankets, and let’s not forget clothes! Right now, I have one little blue onesie that we bought in the hospital gift shop on the day of the ultrasound, and I plan on going through all the girl clothes to pull out the plain white onesies. I want to get sewing, but I also feel like I have a ton of organizing to catch up on. Plus, I have to clear out our extra bedroom (a big mess) for this little guy. Thank goodness our infant car seat isn’t girly (but it sure would be fun to try to recover it if I found the right fabric).

I have a to-do list a mile long, and of course, I’m barely making a dent because I’m tired and taking care of the two little ones I already have. Ah well, such is life. I’m just going to do my best and try not to panic. At least we aren’t homeless this time around!