Dear Baby - 23 weeks

Preface: I am SO bad at getting around to writing lately. I think about doing it like a hundred times a day at least, but I'm just SO busy..... lazy. I will get better at this. 

Dear baby girl,

I can't believe how much you've grown lately(!) and how much you're supposed to grow in the next few weeks alone. Um, ouch. You are stretching this belly of mine and people are noticing you! (Which kind of makes this mama uncomfortable, and a little excited to know that we're getting closer to the day that we get to meet you). You're responding to your papa's voice more now, which he really likes. He tells you to "kick mama hard" several times a day. Most of the time you do, little stinker. But maybe you're just reacting because he keeps disturbing you from your beauty rest. Rude, man. You've also been moving a lot more (when you choose, especially at night. I am learning to love waking up to your tiny kicks because it reminds me that your little body is there - happy and healthy. Keep growing and do what you've got to do, little one. We love you to the moon and back.

Love, Mama.

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We are headed to California tomorrow for a little visit and we are SO excited... for everything except the 13 hour drive. But hey, road trip! I've got little [healthy] snacks prepared for the road - blueberries, raspberries, grapes, sandwiches - and Oreos because a girl's gotta give in every once and a while. 

My sister is throwing me a baby shower on Saturday, but other than that, we are planning on playing the rest of our activities by ear. We're just looking forward to a nice weekend home with our families, some close friends, and our animals. 

A little pregnancy update: I've finally gotten to the point where I have more clothes that don't fit me than those that do. I braved the daunting task of maternity clothes shopping yesterday for the first time. It sucked. I got two shirts. TWO! Someone fill my closet with flattering, non-materning-esque clothing, puh-lease! Pinterist up my closet! Last week I got stuck in a couple dresses. Matt had to rescue me. Not a very confidence-instilling moment, folks. Other than the wardrobe woes, and um, hello big-o thighs!, life's dandy.

That's it.