I’m 19 weeks pregnant. And I’m just a little bummed because I do not get to find out what I am having for another two weeks. I want a boy to be friends with Peter and ’cause I like boys. And I want a girl so I can dress her up all cute (but not frilly!) and maybe ever make adorable girl dresses. And then I would have one of each. Hand-me-downs are a non-issue too. Peter’s got the boy stuff covered, and two baby girl cousins make up for the girl stuff. I’m good either way. (Note here: it is already a girl in my mind. But this “motherly intuition” could be completely wrong.)

What do you think?

And pregnancy has been amazing. I did sleep a lot the first trimester, but I wasn’t sick. And I have been moody, but not too bad. (Sorry to my dear Grandma who gets to deal with all my moods!) I’m also bigger than I was last time. Oh well.  I have maternity clothes from not only my pregnancy, but some from both my sisters as well. It’s awesome to start wearing some shirts I adored from last time, or admired on my sisters. Oh and I accidentally made myself a belly band while attempting this skirt. I cut the waist band too small for a skirt, but the tighter fit works well for a belly band.  I should have made one last pregnancy too: I’m liking it a lot.

Baby is moving, finally. I have been feeling strange things in my tummy for quite a while but it was never definitely baby movements until about a week ago. It’s the best part of pregnancy.

See? I have a belly.