Third Trimester.

Get this… I’m already in my third trimester somehow. I feel like I JUST got pregnant. This is all so very opposite of how it felt last time.

When I was pregnant with Ezra, I was bored most of the time. I worked the lunch shift at a restaurant by my house, which occupied about 4 hours of my day, and then I pretty much just… sat around after that. Eating sweetarts and watching Oprah. The days and months crawled by like a thousand million Christmas Eves. I journaled a lot. And wandered around a lot.

This time, however, has felt like hyper-warp-speed. Not that I’m a very busy person even now… but caring for Ezra has replaced all the hours of wandering and writing in journals that I had four years ago. And, heck, I must say that I much prefer the chasing of a squealing, laughing toddler down the hall all day to the lonesome wandering and journaling I did before. That got old and boring real quick.

So… yeah. Third trimester. The very last one. What the heck?!? This makes me slightly sad to think that I am quickly approaching the end of pregnancy already.

I love being pregnant. It’s one of my most favoritest things.

Yet, I also can’t wait to meet this boy. He’s going to be utterly fantastic.

I think that some semblance of “nesting” is beginning to set in already… you can judge for yourselves by the fact that I spent a good chunk of time SCRUBBING MY OVEN MITS today when I should have been grocery shopping. Also, we’ve begun on the nursery. This photo is not pretty, but we’re just starting the process of putting up wainscoting:

The chair rail & crown molding will go up next, and then the painting will come after that.

Also, I need to figure out what to do with the full bed in there. Part of me wants to keep it for after the boys are sharing a room, but the other part does not want it sitting around collecting dust somewhere until that eventually happens. We’ll probably sell it on Craigslist. Or sumptin’.

Final thought:


Wigs are fun and silly!! Right up until one of those nasty plastic hairs find their way into YOUR MOUTH. The end.

6 thoughts on “Third Trimester.

  1. If your going to sell the bed….I would love it for our guest room…we really really really need one. And I need an excuse to come to Oklahoma anyway….what better than to pick up a new bed! =)

  2. its all downhill from here. til he’s here of course. haha… no its cool. i LOVED being pregnant with ara, and this pregnancy was kinda like i wasn’t even pregnant until like week 30. but right now i hate my life. my midwife just told me i had the look of labor i said ‘what, the angry look?’ yea i have that. so that’s good. we’re thinking just a few more days…i hope. or i MIGHT have a nervous breakdown, since i can only walk half bent over hhahahahahah hilarious. but you’re third will be more fun, and super awesome. i’m just bitter right now. ;) love.

  3. You make pregnancy look fabulous. Cute shot of you. Wigs are fun. Once my brother (when he was seven) put on a blonde wig while my Mom was trying on clothes in a dressing room at a store. He went and knocked on her dressing room door and said, “I’m lost. Can you help me?”…and my Mom totally thought it was a little girl! Hilarious!Enjoy your time chasing your squealing boy…

  4. Hi there, I’ve been lurking for awhile now and can’t believe you’re in your third trimester already. Wow time flies. All the best in these exciting last few weeks.

  5. OH. MY GOSH.
    I just started following your blog, (love it; I can't stop reading/ looking at your sweet family's pictures) but I HAD to comment and tell you I laughed out loud, at that second to last picture. So cute :)

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