Sometimes it actually feels as if someone is doing their laundry in there. Tumble dry.
This week, the little dude weighs two pounds. I feel huge already. We haven't found the perfect name for him yet, but we're working on it. I wonder a lot if he'll have dark hair like Lo did when she was born, and if the two of them will look alike. I picture him being an adventurous little skater boy, like his dad. My center of gravity has shifted. I get the midnight leg cramps. I already have trouble sleeping, but I smile a little smile when I'm up during those late hours, knowing that it will just be a matter of time until I'll be up at all hours of the night with a tiny babe in my arms. We have three months to go before he gets here, and sometimes I feel unprepared and I wonder how we'll get it all together. But I know deep down that we'll be more than ready for him. So ready to do this.
