I’ve often wondered how it would feel to look like a scoop of pistachio ice cream, and now, thanks to Baby Girl and this green sweater, I know.
That cute little bump from four weeks ago isn’t so little anymore, thanks to all the growing BG has done over the last month! I think I read somewhere that pregnant ladies are supposed to put on something like a pound a week in the third trimester… She’s 32 weeks now and about the size of a head of lettuce, but I feel like I’m hauling around a watermelon strapped to my tum.

I spend a lot of time wondering about her personality and what she’ll look like. Will she be outgoing like me, or will she be more introverted like El Hub (or a diva like Tabs)" Will her eyes be brown like mine, or will they be hazel like El Hub’s" And what about her toes" I hope they’re long and maneuverable like mine. I can pick things up with them like little monkey paws, which comes in quite handy when I want to pick stuff up off the floor!
I also really, REALLY hope she gets El Hub’s eyelashes, because if she does, she’ll have hit the eyelash holy grail, because his are long, thick and curly (and, of course, because he’s a guy, he doesn’t appreciate them at all, sigh).
It’s fun to think about these things, but what I mostly do now is just hope for the best. When I finally get to meet her, more than anything else, I hope she’s healthy. That’s the onl...