Well, Baby B has been moving around like crazy lately. Sometimes I'm convinced baby has like 10 arms and at least four legs. If so I guess we'll deal. I'm also getting kicked in some pretty uncomfortable places which I've repeatedly asked the baby to stop but it doesn't seem to be working. Most of the time Baby B kicks if I watch my belly I can see them. Although this is incredibly entertaining for us it still makes me feel like I'm growing an alien.
This morning Joe took a shower and the fire alarm went off (he's so smokin' hot this happens frequently when he showers) and Baby B started tweaking out on my insides. I guess outside noises can definitely be heard (note to self, start swearing less.)
Baby B is now the size of an eggplant, about a lb 1/2 and 12 inches long. It is absolutely remarkable that a couple of months ago baby was the size of a poppy seed.
In other news I'm still dreaming about frosting on a weekly basis- this has been my primary craving throughout pregnancy. I don't want pickles, or ice cream or even cake, just frosting please. Unfortunately for Baby B and I we have to take our glucose tolerance test next week so we've gotta chill out on the sugar intake.
Baby B's nursery is a work in progress- walls are painted and the floor is hopefully going in next weekend. In poor Joe news I almost packed my bags the other night when he wouldn't search for a tape measure to measure the wall space for a tree decal. In retrospect I may have overreacted.
