Twenty-Five.

This is what twenty-five weeks worth of baby looks like if you are 4' 10". Charlie is growing quite nicely, and Steve and I are already running out of jokes about how huge I am. Sometimes he comes around a corner and sees me unexpectedly and laughs a little and pats my tummy. :)

We're all doing good. Steve started school last week and Miss Gracie turned 2. I have another doctor's appointment this week for a Charlie checkup. They are so fast at my OB place that I feel like I am usually out of there before me appointment time even hits. But you know what's not going fast? Pregnancy. I know he needs to bake for a while longer, but once the Pearsons' little boy arrived two weeks ago, I started really really wanting to get to the baby part of this whole adventure. :) Hopefully the business of fall will help the last few months go faster.

Charlie is kicking like crazy. I'm not sure if I am biased, but I do NOT remember his sister kicking this hard. It hurts sometimes! And he's still relatively small (13.5 inches, 1.5 lbs). Though this belly shot does not really indicate his smallness.

I've just hit the point where rolling over is a three step process: shift to back, rest, shift to other side. I miss sleeping on my tummy. And I was a little bummed when I saw that we're only at 25 weeks--for some reason I thought we were at 26. But at least that gives me one more week of prep time--this little guy will be here before Christmas! And we can't wait to meet him.