A few "hope the pregnancy is going well" comments have made me realize that I haven't really written about it much lately. It's... going. Tomorrow, I hit 24 weeks. I still have some problems with nausea, restless legs, and fatigue, which have been frustrating, but this trimester has been uneventful, and I'm grateful for that.
My belly has morphed over the last few weeks from "Wow, Rae's had a big lunch" to undoubtedly a baby bump. Many people have been surprised that I still have 16 weeks to go after seeing it. That's what happens when you have no waist to begin with- there's nowhere to go but out. Gummi Bear is a mover and a shaker, unless someone is trying to feel him move. Then, he likes to hold perfectly still. Stinky is definitely getting into the idea of being a big brother, and tells me that he loves the baby in my belly. I'm apprehensive about making the transition and how he'll adjust. There's a bit to be done to prepare for the arrival- clothes to sort through, a crib to find (Stinky's was re-called), but I'm procrastinating all of those a while longer in favor of stressing out about this week's vacation (halleluliah, here it comes, but so much to do!).
And that's about it. I hope that the third trimester will be as uneventful as this one.